Book 4: Reunited

Chloe

My arms voluntarily look for support around his neck. His hands on my waist tighten their grip, my skin burning up with the contact. Our tongues move together in a hungry dance, exploring each other's mouth as if this is the first time.

I missed him so much; I can't even put into words what I'm feeling as he guides me backward toward the living room. This is not how I imagined, or even wanted, to reunite with him, but pulling away from him right now might break the spell he’s under and make him regret coming here in the first place.

That’s why I follow his lead, making sure to hold him and never let go.

Once we get close to the couch, instead of tossing me on my back and climbing over me, Tony turns us and sits down, pulling me onto his lap. I straddle him, immediately feeling his hard cock against my thigh, which ignites something within me that feels primarial and animalistic.

My entire body is sensitive right now–any small cont