Where do we draw the line between love and the forbidden?
Chloe isn’t supposed to want Dominic, not because of who he is, not because of what he is to her, but because of the complications being with him would cause. As she grows older, things change.
Love becomes tainted.
People are betrayed.
What she always thought would last … didn’t. Or maybe it never was supposed to.
And it’s when it feels like the world is falling apart that she finds her feelings for Dominic growing, changing … becoming forbidden.
As emotions peak, love is tested, and her life is turned upside down, it’s Dominic who’s there to keep Chloe upright. It’s Dominic who’s there to show her that no matter what, love can’t be wrong, no matter who it’s with, or what anyone else thinks.
“This isn’t wrong. How can something that feels so good, so right, be wrong?” She said those words softly, meaning to say them to herself, but they’d spilled out of her before she could stop them.
“It’s just wrong, Chloe.” His words were no more than a whisper, but he didn’t remove his hand from her cheek.
She moved that last inch that separated them, her thighs brushing against his. Every part of her body tingled in a way that made her weak and breathless. She lifted her hand and ran her thumb along his full bottom lip. His mouth opened slightly, maybe on its own accord, maybe because he liked the way it felt. Either way, his gaze was transfixed on her, and that was all that mattered.
“Chloe.” Her name, a strangled groan from his lips, was the last thing she was aware of before he gripped her waist and spun her around.
Pressed between him and the counter, Chloe could feel every muscle in his hard, masculine body. Her pussy was wet, her panties saturated from her instant arousal. All she wanted to do was tell him, to let him know she was so ready for him. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it, couldn’t force the words past her lips. She was too afraid.
Her back was to his chest, and she could feel the defined length of his stiff erection along the crease of her ass. Licking her lips, she looked over her shoulder.
“We really shouldn’t, Chloe.” Although the words were almost a hoarse whisper from his lips, she could hear the raw desire nonetheless.
“Maybe you’re right, but I want to, so bad,” she whispered.
He ran his hand along the sides of her breasts and over her hips. He gripped her tightly and pulled her more fully back against him. As if her ass against his shaft was too much for him, he turned her around and lifted her easily onto the counter.
Her skirt rode up her thighs, and the chill of the tile beneath her bottom was a shock to her overheated body. His lips slammed down on hers with all the built-up passion and desire they both felt.
Chloe spread her legs wider to accommodate his big frame and felt her panties rub along her too-swollen pussy lips. Slowly, he ground his cock into her cotton-covered folds, teasing her until the words for him to finally be with her were right on the tip of her tongue.
She didn’t care if she begged for it, didn’t care at this point if she sounded pathetic. Chloe was on the verge of climaxing just from the feel of that jean-clad cock pushing against her body.