All Chapters of Reckless Love {Dangerous Passion}: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I thought of Chloe, too. Her tears, her confusion. I wondered if I’d ever be able to look her in the eye again, and if I could, what kind of person that made me? Would I ever be able to forget this whole experience? Would I want to?I should have said no. I wanted to be able to say it. The word, however, was foreign to me in Patrick’s apartment. I knew when we left that restaurant ... well, truthfully I knew from the first kiss, that I couldn’t say no to him. I simply didn’t want to.Just one more night, I told myself. I’d force myself to forget all of this afterwards.So I stared boldly back at him as I inclined my head, my lips parting to meet his. Surprisingly he was tentative at first; in spite of his smug exterior he must have been at least partly prepared for me to waltz out of his apartment.Quickly he amped up his passion, however, and we were engaged in the most erotic but simple kiss of my life. His lips against mine, the gentle but experienced nudging of his tongue and his

We watched one another as his cock thrust its way inside me, my incredible wetness still resisting him slightly. I guess my body was giving a little fight of its own, but of course Patrick won. He was finally completely and deeply inside, and his beautiful face smiled contentedly as his forehead rested on mine.At first it was slow and incredibly arousing. He’d push forward and rest inside for a few moments, quietly taking me in with his eyes and body, before leisurely pulling out. Then he’d give me a fast and harsh thrust for good measure, just to remind me who I was dealing with.It wasn’t long before the lust overflowed and took us over, and his fucking grew purposeful and quick. His eyes clenched shut as he moved against me. My own body helplessly rose up to meet his heavy waves.We made dreadful sounds, but everything that came out of Patrick’s throat was delectable to my ears. For an instant coherent—and frightening—thoughts came to me, like how I wanted to do this all the time,

I went about my business, desperate to drive out the memories of his tongue, the exact shape and texture of his cock, the feeling of him making love to me and the horrendous guilt which continued to simmer in my stomach. Nothing I tried worked and I became dreadfully distracted and irritable. I was haunted day and night, but especially at night.Chloe and I only talked on the phone once. It was a short chat. She complained about work, asked me how I was doing, and then had to go. She was testing out another date.“Are you okay?” she asked me before hanging up. “You sound off.”“I’m fine,” I said, not sounding it at all, even to my own ears.What else could I say? I sound off because I fucked your ex-husband, the man you’re still in love with?“Are you sure?” Chloe sounded skeptical. “You have a weird tone.”Thankfully her date rang her bell before I had to answer and she hung up. She texted me later to tell me he was a loser. She didn’t make mention of my tone again, thank God.The gu

He sighed and leaned back, shaking his head a little. “When I first met Chloe I thought she was cute. I liked her. She was a bit high maintenance for me, but I knew I was pretty high maintenance, too.” He smiled at me but I couldn’t smile back. “We’d been dating for six months. I was always on the edge of breaking things off. It didn’t feel right to me. Then she suckered me into coming over to dinner at your parents’ house. Everything told me not to go, that I was making things more serious between us by ‘meeting the parents’, that I was still leading her on. But Chloe has that face—you know it well, I’m sure—that sometimes you can’t say no to. I mastered how to eventually but this was early on.” He looked over at my little table of frames. “We all sat down to dinner and she was bitching about how you were running late but she couldn’t wait for me to meet you. I half-listened as she told me a little about you. Then you rushed in the house and gave us all a smile. You were out of breat

“Chloe loves you. It’s going to work out. All of it.” Looking at my expression, he said, “If you prefer, we’ll keep it discreet for a little while. But I’m not letting you go now that I’ve got you, now that I know what you taste like, what you scream like, what you moan like ... what you feel like. I can’t let you go.” His steady eyes bore into my own. We both knew what a risk he was making, unveiling all his intimate thoughts and emotions to me when I could easily turn around and break his heart. It was then I accepted how serious he was.I wanted to tell him something, but I didn’t know what. Then he slid into me, touching me deep inside while his eyes probed my own, and I couldn’t say anything at all.A few hours later he put his suit back on. Now it was entirely rumpled; he had removed it in a frenzy.I slipped on pajamas and watched him prepare to leave. A pang went through my body and I realized I was already missing him. I didn’t want to see him go. Impulsively I kissed the arc