My Heart's Passion by Elizabeth Lapthorne (room on the broom read aloud .TXT) 📕

top of her and they panted, catching their breaths. Chloe resolved to turn him over as soon as her lethargic muscles would move.

The air was pierced by the shrill ringing of the phone. Chloe frowned.

What the hell?

She looked at Samuel, who shrugged.

“No one knows I’m here. It’s not for me.”

“But no one knows I’m here either.”

Lifting himself up on one arm, cursing at the coffee table, Samuel looked around until he saw the phone on a small table by the window. Getting up, uncaring of his nudity, he picked it up.

“Hello?”

Chloe could hear a feminine voice on the other end. She sat up, wondering who on earth it could be. Before she could wonder and begin to panic, Samuel laughed out loud.

“Really? What were the two of you doing this time?”

More talking from the other voice.

“Ahh…I understand. Yeah, she’s here, hang on.”

Samuel crossed back over to her, taking the cordless phone with him. He sat back down on the soft carpet and handed her the phone. He mouthed the word, “Mary”. Understanding dawned, and then embarrassment set in.

“Uh…hi, Mar. How’s the dirty weekend going?”

“Pathetically. Never make love out in the rain. It’s romantic, but messy as hell and now Dominic has a bad cold. We’re coming back tonight. I take it you’ve had an interesting weekend yourself?”

Pretending to misunderstand, Chloe agreed.

“Oh yes. I’ve decided to do elementary teaching. There’s an opening back in town. It’s not that far from you, and Matthew is back there after all.”

Mary laughed. “Fine. Be that way. Can you spend the night at Samuel’s?”

Chloe looked over at him, and drew a quick breath as he started sucking her nipple again, waggling his eyebrows in a comical manner.

“Umm…probably. I think we’re going to get married a little later.”

Mary laughed.

“Just wait until I tell Dom. He owes me twenty bucks now.”

Chloe frowned.

“Huh?”

“We knew something was up at the wedding. I said it was love, Dominic insisted it was lust and Samuel would forget it. I gave you both ten months to work it out, so I win the money. I’ll split it with you. If you get married within six months, I get a further fifty.”

Chloe laughed.

“I’ll think about it. We haven’t set a date yet, but it’s a pretty safe bet to be within six months. You owe me a night on the town, maybe something new and exotic for the Hen’s Night.”

Samuel jerked his head back and frowned menacingly, waggling his finger in a comical manner. Just to tease him, Chloe continued over Mary’s voice.

“Maybe we can call in a few favors. I hear there are some fantastic strippers in town. We can work out the details later.”

As Samuel reached out to grab the phone, she laughed again. “Gotta run, see you tomorrow.”

Pressing the end button, she hung up as Mary protested.

Grinning hugely, she explained to Samuel.

“Your brother bet Mary that it was just lust between us. She bet him twenty bucks we’d be together within ten months, and an extra fifty bucks that we’d be married six months after that. Surely you can’t blame me for their deal?”

“No,” he growled as he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him, “but you’re not to go to a bar, and you certainly aren’t going to see any damned exotic stripper. You realize we’re the only ones who haven’t met in a bar? I don’t want to tempt fate. Anyway, if you want to see a stripper I’ll be happy to oblige you.”

Chloe smiled and bent down to kiss him. She had months to talk him around if she chose to.

“You’re my passion, Samuel. There’s no need to worry. We can work it out later. Right now, there’s a certain fantasy I recall you mentioning. Something about a woman pleasuring herself as well as her partner…”

“Mmm,” he agreed, “later sounds good. So does that fantasy, but right now I have a much deeper need to be inside you, not being teased out of my mind.”

Chloe smiled, letting him have his way this time. She didn’t protest when Samuel lay her down on the soft rug, covering her body with his own. He dipped his head to her pussy, kissing her in the most intimate way a man can, and then raised himself to cover her again.

Kissing her mouth this time, he shared their mingled tastes with her. Chloe enjoyed the tangy yet sweet taste of them joined. It soothed her. She arched as his wicked hands began stroking her. Her sides, teasingly over her breasts, he warmed her with his intimate, knowing touch.

When he moved his head down to the juncture between her neck and shoulder, she moaned. Like most women, she was particularly sensitive around there.

She felt shocked when she felt a tiny sting of sharp teeth, then a soothing, warm laving of his tongue. She felt…filled by Samuel, but not in a sexual sense. It was as if he had left a part of himself in the small bite.

“What…?”

Samuel lifted his hand to her ear. “I marked you, love, mingled our essences and souls. We belong to each other.”

Raising an eyebrow, not sure if he was being poetic or dead serious, Chloe decided to let it ride for now. There was something much harder that she wanted.

Deciding enough foreplay had occurred, they could always take it slowly next time, she assured herself, she gently took a hold of his cock. Lightly teasing him, running her slightly cold hands up and down the hot shaft, she snickered at his hastily indrawn breath.

“You don’t want to get me started too quickly, baby,” he warned.

“Wanna bet?” she teased.

“Fine, don’t blame me then,” he replied, turning her over onto her hands and knees. Chloe arched her back so she wiggled her ass at him. She was dripping and more than ready for playtime to begin.

With no more caresses, no preliminaries, Samuel thrust balls deep inside her. Chloe arched even more, cried out, and without thought closed her eyes. The pleasure radiated out from her and