she could remember.
She smiled, allowing her eyes to close and just feel this feeling, soak it in. Being with a man like Brody Hawk—it was real.
This had happened and it had been so hot and so…dirty…but also fun. More than fun.
Her heart fluttered in her chest just remembering the things that Brody had done to her. She had gained a lifetime of sexual experience and pleasure in one night.
But something more than that had happened, too.
The intimacy between them was completely unexpected, and it was deeper than the dirty sexy things that Brody had done to her body last night.
The feeling of closeness was settling into her bones and she could hardly breathe when she thought about what that might mean for her. If Brody Hawk was truly starting to feel something for her, then her entire life could be transformed in the blink of an eye.
And she had to admit that the idea seemed less and less impossible and preposterous by the second. After all, here she was lying naked in bed with Brody Hawk, in his fancy apartment at the top of this incredible building overlooking the city.
Chloe snuggled in closer and heard Brody give a light mumble, as if waking. He pushed his face against the back of her head, and she felt him inhaling her scent and then leaning down to kiss her neck.
“Mmmm….” She murmured.
He mumbled something nearly unintelligible and seemed to want to go back to sleep.
Her eyes glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand in her field of vision. “I didn’t think you slept in this late.”
His voice was groggy. “Shit,” he said, sitting up so suddenly that his hand caught momentarily in some strands of her hair.
She gave a short yelp as Brody moved, quick as lightning, springing out of bed.
Chloe turned and saw that Brody was staring at his phone, which he’d jumped up and grabbed. “Fuck!” he yelled.
Chloe startled at the sound of his voice rising. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I didn’t realize the time,” he said. “I thought it was like six o’clock.” He shook his head as he texted into his phone.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know—“
Brody glanced up at her and his eyes seemed to warn her, before quickly looking back to his phone. “I’m going to the bathroom down the hall. You should probably get dressed as fast as possible.”
Chloe’s heart was racing now. What had happened that was horrible? What could he have been late for that would make him this upset? Had he missed an important television interview?
It was only eight thirty in the morning. She couldn’t even imagine what he was missing, but it was obviously something very important.
She jumped out of bed as he rushed out of the room.
Minutes later, she was fully dressed again, having gotten herself as put together as humanly possible, given the circumstances. Needless to say, she didn’t feel great.
Brody called to her from the great room.
She met him and found that he’d changed into a black tracksuit. He was carrying a large black duffel bag. “I’ve got to get to the gym,” he said, hardly able to look in her eyes now.
“Oh. Okay. Is everything all right?”
“Not really,” he said, gesturing to Freddy, the butler, who stood waiting nearby with a grave expression on his pale face.
Brody continued. “He’s going to make sure you get wherever you need to go. Unfortunately, I have to go now and explain to the media and my team why I’m late for the first time in my life for an open workout.”
Chloe’s brow wrinkled. “An open workout? Is that something…very important?”
Brody looked up to the ceiling as if needing to gather his patience. When he looked back at her, his eyes were unforgiving.
“Yes, Chloe. In fact, every single workout is very, very important. I’ve never— never been late to or missed a training session, let alone one that’s open to the media. I meet all of my obligations, without exception. That’s why I’m the very best in the world at what I
She smiled, allowing her eyes to close and just feel this feeling, soak it in. Being with a man like Brody Hawk—it was real.
This had happened and it had been so hot and so…dirty…but also fun. More than fun.
Her heart fluttered in her chest just remembering the things that Brody had done to her. She had gained a lifetime of sexual experience and pleasure in one night.
But something more than that had happened, too.
The intimacy between them was completely unexpected, and it was deeper than the dirty sexy things that Brody had done to her body last night.
The feeling of closeness was settling into her bones and she could hardly breathe when she thought about what that might mean for her. If Brody Hawk was truly starting to feel something for her, then her entire life could be transformed in the blink of an eye.
And she had to admit that the idea seemed less and less impossible and preposterous by the second. After all, here she was lying naked in bed with Brody Hawk, in his fancy apartment at the top of this incredible building overlooking the city.
Chloe snuggled in closer and heard Brody give a light mumble, as if waking. He pushed his face against the back of her head, and she felt him inhaling her scent and then leaning down to kiss her neck.
“Mmmm….” She murmured.
He mumbled something nearly unintelligible and seemed to want to go back to sleep.
Her eyes glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand in her field of vision. “I didn’t think you slept in this late.”
His voice was groggy. “Shit,” he said, sitting up so suddenly that his hand caught momentarily in some strands of her hair.
She gave a short yelp as Brody moved, quick as lightning, springing out of bed.
Chloe turned and saw that Brody was staring at his phone, which he’d jumped up and grabbed. “Fuck!” he yelled.
Chloe startled at the sound of his voice rising. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I didn’t realize the time,” he said. “I thought it was like six o’clock.” He shook his head as he texted into his phone.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know—“
Brody glanced up at her and his eyes seemed to warn her, before quickly looking back to his phone. “I’m going to the bathroom down the hall. You should probably get dressed as fast as possible.”
Chloe’s heart was racing now. What had happened that was horrible? What could he have been late for that would make him this upset? Had he missed an important television interview?
It was only eight thirty in the morning. She couldn’t even imagine what he was missing, but it was obviously something very important.
She jumped out of bed as he rushed out of the room.
Minutes later, she was fully dressed again, having gotten herself as put together as humanly possible, given the circumstances. Needless to say, she didn’t feel great.
Brody called to her from the great room.
She met him and found that he’d changed into a black tracksuit. He was carrying a large black duffel bag. “I’ve got to get to the gym,” he said, hardly able to look in her eyes now.
“Oh. Okay. Is everything all right?”
“Not really,” he said, gesturing to Freddy, the butler, who stood waiting nearby with a grave expression on his pale face.
Brody continued. “He’s going to make sure you get wherever you need to go. Unfortunately, I have to go now and explain to the media and my team why I’m late for the first time in my life for an open workout.”
Chloe’s brow wrinkled. “An open workout? Is that something…very important?”
Brody looked up to the ceiling as if needing to gather his patience. When he looked back at her, his eyes were unforgiving.
“Yes, Chloe. In fact, every single workout is very, very important. I’ve never— never been late to or missed a training session, let alone one that’s open to the media. I meet all of my obligations, without exception. That’s why I’m the very best in the world at what I
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