Surrender My Love (10 page)

“Well?”

Brad jerked his head in Larry’s direction. Larry had apparently posed a question.

“What?” Brad asked, irritated because he could already guess the subject matter.
Larry had been beleaguering him all night with the same questions.

“Is Bea
dating anyone?”

Brad
scratched his jaw, his eyes still latched on to Chloe. His best friend, Larry, had had a crush on his secretary for over a year now and was reduced to a blathering fool whenever he came within five feet of her. The man held several degrees, including a PhD and an MD, yet became simple-minded in the presence of a mere woman!

“I’m not privy to Bea’s love life, Larry. She’s a very private person. I know she’s very protective of her five year old.”

He watched his friend’s brows furrow in thought.

“Do you think she’d date someone like me?”

Brad grinned. “You mean rich and boring?”

Larry pushed his fingers through his hair and shot a look of frustration at his friend.

“You know what I mean…
white
!”

Brad shrugged. “I don’t know.” He gave his friend a sidelong glance, but his attention was drawn to a
well-dressed man that had approached Chloe.

“Can you find out for me?
You owe me after almost breaking my jaw.”

Brad’
s jaw dropped and he almost spilled his drink. “No way!” He shook his head, thinking that Bea would probably stab him with a letter opener if he ever asked her a question like that. She’d no doubt start spewing proverbs from her sooth-saying mother.

“Please, Brad. She’s beautiful, smart, funny…”

Brad rolled his eyes and raised a hand. His friend had it bad.

“Why don’t you just grow some balls and ask her out.” He took a sip of his drink.
At the same moment, he saw the man in the suit slink a hand around Chloe’s waist, and he couldn’t help grinding his teeth together. She took a side step, inching away from him, but he persisted.

“
Fuck!”
Brad slid out of the booth, tossing Larry a quick glance. “Just ask her out yourself—oh, and wear some armor.”

The colorful
laser lights sliced through the sea of bodies on the dance floor and bounced off the faces of the patrons crowding the bar. Chloe swung her head around, trying to locate her group of friends. If possible, the club seemed to be even more packed than before. Someone elbowed her and her wine sloshed over the top of her glass, spilling onto her hand and the front of her blouse. The annoying man at her side leered lustfully at the damp spot and tried to sidle closer. The fumes of alcohol wafting from his putrid breath were enough to make her nauseous and his grubby hands kept snaking a path around her waist.

“How ‘bout I lick that up for you?” he yelled sluggishly, his
cloudy eyes glued to her breasts.

Chloe pulled away, her face crinkling with disgust.

“How about I crack your head against a wall?”

The
voice boomed out of nowhere and Chloe’s eyes bulged as Brad Markson clapped a hand over the man’s shoulder and jerked him away from her. She couldn’t hear what he said into the man’s ear, but it had been enough to cause his eyes to pop with alarm and send him scurrying away.

Chloe had to bite her lip to keep her mouth from gaping open at the sight of Dr.
Markson. He pivoted to face her and she was surprised to see his dark brows hover low over his eyes in what appeared to be anger. She almost pinched herself, needing to test her reality. Had she mentally conjured him? He was mouth-wateringly gorgeous in dark slacks and a button down black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The top button was casually open, giving a view of the strong column of his neck and a tempting smatter of dark hair peeking from beneath his shirt. Apart from the deep frown on his face, he looked like he’d just stepped out of GQ magazine.

He took two
steps towards her, his gaze raking over her face and damp blouse. Chloe swallowed nervously, her chin tilting up as his tall frame towered over her.

“
Why are you with that...moron…left…here all…yourself? It’s too damn…and…for…”

Chloe frowned, confused because
the music changed to a blaring beat and she could only catch about every other word of his tirade, and she couldn’t comprehend the reason his anger was directed at her. His animated face flashed with sparkling light as the lasers washed it in and out of color, making him look sinister. Perplexed, she shook her head and shrugged, watching as he forked long fingers through his hair in obvious irritation. He angled his head left, then right, then hooked a hand under her arm and dragged her behind him.

Chloe sputtered in protest, but given no choice, her feet shuffled
after him. She didn’t want to cause a scene, but the further he led her away from the crowd, the more anger bubbled up inside her. They were not at work. He had no authority here! He’d abruptly rebuffed her in his office and she had no intention of going anywhere with him.

By the time he stopped in the
dark, near-empty hall, she’d spilled the remainder of her wine and the glass had been knocked from her hand by the rollicking crowd. Not that she’d planned on drinking it anyway, but she certainly didn’t need to be man-handled!

“Wh
at do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, now in a quieter area where their voices could carry. A couple lounging in a corner shot them a wary glance then took off, no doubt anticipating a heated lover’s quarrel.

“
Saving you.”

“Who said I needed to be saved?”

His eyes narrowed ominously and he growled, “That man had his slimy hands all over you.”

She fisted her hands at her sides. “Maybe I wanted his hands all over me!”
At least he hadn’t rejected me
...She bit back the last words just in time, hating the emotion wrapped around them.

He stared at her, the angles of his f
ace strained tight with anger and something else she couldn’t name. A muscle fluttered at his jaw and his eyes were a charcoal blue in the grey light. Before Chloe could protest, he had her crowded against the wall at her back, his large body pinning her. She yelped, surprised at the sound erupting from her suddenly parched throat. His body was more solid than she’d remembered, hard and chiseled beneath the layer of clothes. His hard thighs pressed intimately against hers and she could feel the bulge of a thick shaft push into her abdomen.

“
Is that what you want? Someone’s hands all over you?” he rasped the words against her ear, sending a chill bumping along her skin.

Chloe had toss
ed those words out callously, annoyed by his bullying. She could retract them, but excitement mingled with her trepidation. She sucked in a deep breath, filling her lungs with him, then drew a deeper breath for more. Her senses were inundated with him, his hard body, his spicy scent, his beautiful eyes, and his arousal.
God!
For me?
This man was overwhelming. He had everything in excess and it wreaked havoc on her senses. It didn’t help that she had vivid dreams of him every time she closed her eyes.

His hands roved up her blouse, caress
ed her sides, and then slid between their bodies to palm the globes of her breasts. Chloe inhaled sharply, her torso arching her breasts into his palms. Her lips parted and her lids felt like weights, causing her eyes to drift shut as he started to knead her flesh with his long fingers. Waves of pleasure rolled through her, and she soaked in the sensations.

“I’ve
imagined my hands on you for some time now. They were itching to replace yours in my office.”

Chloe’s eyes fluttered open. She was shocked to hear his words. A strange glow filtered through her, lighting the dark
, uncertain places inside. A voice in her head, though, countered swiftly with dissent and she frowned.

“But you made me leave. I thought—
”

Her words were trapped in her throat as his lips descended on hers, almost punishing with the intensity of the kiss.
She gasped and he stole the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, and she tip-toed, yielding to his urgency. His skillful tongue did a thorough sweep, tracing the edges of her teeth, dueling with her own and then foraging deep. Chloe wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and clung tightly. He was a delicious elixir of man laced with alcohol, and she was becoming drunk from his taste. She rocked her pelvis into him, dragging a guttural groan from his throat that she swallowed greedily.

The sound of approaching voices filled her head, but got lost somewhere in the
musical hum of her pleasure. Brad tried to raise his head and ease away from her, but she would not relent. She was not ready to fall from this cloud of unbelievable sensation. She ground her pelvis into his shaft and breathed a needy moan through their kiss.

The voices grew closer, almost upon them now, and Brad cursed against her mouth. He was relentless though,
a paradox of actions. He bit and sucked feverishly on her lips, but still tried to ease her away. Chloe grew wild, her hands aimlessly skating over the hard hills of his shoulder and back. The throb of the music from the club beat a rhythm in her head, and she got lost in her sensuous cloud. She’d never done or felt anything like this. It was thrilling, emancipating. Her fingers found their way to the front of his slacks, and she grabbed the solid length of his cock, squeezing the large mound through the fabric. He felt amazing, all male, all potent, all sex…and she wanted it all.

CHAPTER FIVE

“
Oh shit
, Chloe.”

Brad breathed out harshly, bucking into her grasp. He circled his arm around her waist and quickly drag
ged her to an emergency exit that opened into an alley. Cool night air swirled around him, a tease on his already heated skin. The door slammed shut and the instant quiet was almost shocking. Chloe jerked her head back just as he grabbed her shoulders and shoved her against a wall.

“Chloe!”
Brad shook his head, attempting to clear his muddled thoughts. He laid his palms flat on the wall on either side of her head, caging her. His breath charged out of his lungs in coarse, uneven exhalations that matched her heavy panting. Squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, he tried to govern his rampant desire. When he opened them, his gaze met hers and he felt as if he’d been punched. The force of her gaze crashed into his soul, leaving him questioning just how much liquor he’d consumed. He knew it hadn’t been much, but he felt intoxicated from her essence. Her golden eyes glowed ethereally in the rays of moonlight and a silver tint painted her skin, making it look translucent. She was beautiful. Beautiful and so…sweet. The thought added a dollop of guilt to the mixture of salacious images stirring in his brain.

“Chloe, what are we doing?”
His soft words floated into the night, unanswered. He wasn’t sure they had been meant for her or for him.

Chloe leaned forward, her lips pressing against the landscape of skin exposed by his open collar. Brad felt a shudder pass through him as she trailed her
wet tongue slowly up his neck, bathing his skin with licks and kisses. He never would have imagined her to be so sensuous, so wild.

“Are you drunk?” h
e asked hoarsely.

“No.
I’ve only had one glass of wine.” The words whispered against his skin. Leaning forward, she tip-toed, lined up their bodies and undulated her hips against his erection.

A
bolt of pleasure leapt through him and he vacuumed in a sharp breath. Oh God, he wanted her so badly. His balls were swollen and drawn tight with a maddening ache. He had to stop now before it was too late.

“Chloe
, you don’t know what you’re doing to me. We have to stop. This isn’t you.”

“How do you know this isn’t me? You don’t know me.”

He chuckled hoarsely. “Yes, I do. You’re probably still a virgin.”

“I’m no virgin!” she exclaimed defensively. Too defensively, he thought.

He pulled back and tilted her face up to his, loving the way the moonlight reflected off her skin. He pulled his lips in a sarcastic line.

“Maybe not, but
I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.”

“I won’t regret this, Dr.
Markson.”

Her words caused a deep laugh to erupt. He shook his head and grinned. “Don’t you think we’re beyond that,
Nurse Bennett
? See? You can’t even call me Brad.”

Her lips pursed stubbornly, like a defiant child, and he suppressed the urge to drag the flat of his tongue along the puckered
flesh.

“Of course I can…B
r…Brad.”

He sighed heavily and swung his head in the di
rection of the door. “We should go.” The words trailed off to a groan when she nibbled along his jawline, methodically scraping her teeth.

Brad moaned a heated curse. He knew this was more of her bravado filtering through.

“Chloe, this isn’t you. You seem like a sweet, innocent girl. You should—”

“Maybe I’m tired of being me. Maybe for once I want to be someone else.”

The words were muffled against his neck as she bathed his skin with her tongue, sending coils of raw lust circling through him. Her hand found the front of his pants again, her fingers eagerly groping him. Her touch was awkward, uncertain with her stroke and grip, but he found her inexperience strangely provocative. His body tensed, his muscles trembling from the struggle of restraint. He felt moisture pop out on his forehead with the strained effort. As she stroked him, she latched on to a patch of skin on his neck and suckled greedily. His cock twitched, growing harder behind the fabric as it begged for a more intimate touch. He lost it, groaning roughly and shoving her back against the wall.

“Fuck, Chloe. You’re making me crazy!”

“I want you...Brad.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking!” He grated roughly near
her temple. His hips were already thrusting against her, trapping her hand between their bodies.

She turned her head
, and he caught the dark amber of her gaze.

“I want you to
…fuck me, Brad.”

“Oh, God…” he
grunted, fighting for control and miserably losing the battle. Her bold words arrowed straight to his cock and it became a demanding throb throughout his body. He held up his head. “Chloe, I don’t do relationships.”

She stared, wide-
eyed, and he saw her throat work down a swallow. She nodded and relief washed over him.

“Let’s go to my apartment,”
he whispered, taking her hand in his. But she didn’t budge; her feet stayed firmly rooted in place.

“No. I want you now.” There was a hitch in her voice he couldn’t quit
e place. Was she afraid he’d change his mind?

“Please…”

The look on her face ignited him. Gritting his teeth, he flipped her around and pushed her flat against the wall. A shocked breath
whooshed
from her lungs, but she stayed still, her head turned to the side with her cheek crushed against the smooth concrete. His body crowded behind her, his hips grinding against the curve of her ass, rubbing his aching cock into her. He was losing his mind, a slave to his aggressive needs. He ignored all the reasons he shouldn’t be doing this.

“Is this what you want, Chloe?” His hoarse voic
e pelted her ear and he bit her lobe. “Is this the reason you came to my office the other morning—to get fucked?”

As he spilled the words
, his fingers gathered up the folds of her skirt, hiking the material to her waist. He was annoyed when he saw her plain, white cotton panties, a fleeting reminder of her innocence. Angry at himself and his inability to resist her, he fisted the thin material and violently ripped it away, discarding it somewhere behind him. He heard her startled cry and ignored it, wedging a knee between her legs and forcing her to widen her stance. He circled his arm low around her hips, and speared his fingers between her legs, brushing past her soft, downy tuft. She cried out when he fondled her slick folds, and his guttural moan mingled with hers. His fingers glided through satiny moisture, caressed a circular path in the hot flesh, then doubled back again and again. Her legs started to tremble and something like a sob rolled from her chest to explode through the lips she bit closed.

“No tears, Chloe. I won’t have you running off in tears. The only crying you’ll do is when you
’re coming around my cock.”

“
Yes, Brad…”
Her voice was breathy and barely audible.

“Do you want this?” he asked harshly.

“Yes! Oh God, yes!” He screwed a finger deep into her heat and she moaned, high and pitchy.

With his other hand, Brad quickly undid his trousers and reached for his cock, hissing at the contact. His flesh was
engorged and aching, burning with his desire to sink into this woman. He gazed down and saw the angry-looking crown, ruddy and leaking in the sharp illumination of the moonlight. He pulled his finger from Chloe and shoved it between his lips, savoring the musky flavor of her desire. The taste only added fuel to his need, and he pumped a few hard strokes along his length.

“Tilt your hips back,” h
e whispered in her ear. As she complied, he took hold of his root.

He
planted a line of kisses on her exposed cheek and she twisted further to reach his mouth. Their tongues swirled together in a heated frenzy, and he cursed when he had to break away to adjust the angle of his body. Bending his knees slightly, he aligned his swollen tip with her entrance and, with one sharp thrust, pushed through her wet folds to sink himself deep.

“Oh my God!”
Brad was surprised that the words had escaped his brain. Pleasure shook his body like an earthquake, an unstoppable and destructive power that possessed his body and sizzled through his flesh. The waves rippled to his fingers and toes, astonishing him. He pulled out and powered back in quickly, listening to Chloe’s ardent cries. Nothing existed but the blinding pleasure of being gripped in her clutching heat. His fingers clawed into her hair, fisted a handful of black silk and jerked her head back, exposing the creamy length of her neck to his feverish lips. His hips slapped urgently against her, crushing her body into the wall. His muscles bulged beneath his clothes, and he felt as if he’d burst through them.

His pants succumbed to gravity,
swooshing to his ankles, but he gave it little thought and continued to pump into her wildly. He also gave little thought to the door that could open at any moment, exposing them. He knew he shouldn’t take her so roughly, but was powerless to stop or even slow down. He was caught in a maelstrom. It spun through his body and dragged him into a vortex of wickedly dark pleasure. Cool night air circled around him, brushed against his naked ass and mingled with the humid heat enveloping his engorged cock and balls. One arm was a steel band around Chloe’s waist, holding her up because her shaky legs had abandoned the task. His other hand let go of her hair to squeeze a bruising grip on her hip.

“
So fucking good...so...tight, Chlo…tighter than I imagined. You feel so fucking good!
”

“Yes, Brad!
Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”

His fingers dipped low and
slid through her scorching wetness, finding her rigid flesh. He circled the sensitive knot, then drummed a fast rhythm with the pad of his finger. He felt her body tense and she cried out, panting jerky breaths through her parted lips. He continued to pummel her with barely leashed violence, and she rippled tight around him, shouting in her climax, keening loud and high.

The
sensations were unbelievable, and he was caught in a blissful torrent as he slid almost all the way out then powered in hard, driving again and again. Sweat dripped down his temples and his shirt stuck to his back. Flames of pleasure engulfed him, licking at his granite balls and shaft, then consuming his entire body.

“Holy
fuuuuck, yes! Chloe!”  

Brad was astonished when his orgasm slammed into him.
He bellowed as his muscles locked rigidly stiff and his breath knotted in his chest. He had the brief clarity to quickly pull himself from her succulent flesh and he surged his hips against her, pushing her hard into the wall. In a rush, he exploded and shot line after line of hot semen onto the smooth curve of her ass and her crumpled skirt. He arched and continued to spasm, unable to stop the gushing flow.

“
Oh, shit! Shit! Shit!”
Brad struggled to take a breath as his lax body collapsed onto Chloe’s back. His heart pounded against his ribs, doing an erratic stomp inside his chest. He heard her soft moan, and he laced his arms around her waist, holding her tight to his body. He nuzzled his nose through her hair and into the back of her neck, relishing the feel of her warm skin against his lips. She was deliciously soft and supple and he wanted to eat her up. Just the thought had his cock jerking again. He smiled lazily, enjoying a post orgasmic lethargy he hadn’t experienced in months. He even felt far removed from that stressful precipice he’d been dangling from lately. Chloe was amazing and he was far from done with her.

“Let
’s go to my apartment,” he said softly against her ear, trailing his tongue along the curved shell.

“No, I can’t.”

“It’s not far fro
m here. I live in the Corinth, a few streets away.”

“No, really…I can’t.”

He halted abruptly, his brows cinching into a frown. Was she upset? Crying? He turned her around and cupped her face in his palms. The sight of her caused his breath to hitch. She was flushed, her fair skin blotchy in some places. Her large hazel eyes were dilated and glassy and her lips puffy and red from his biting. He jerked his gaze over her face, trying to read her emotions. Was she already regretting what had just happened? Had he been too rough?

“Ch
loe, are you okay? I’m sorry if—”

She silenced him with
a finger on his lips and her mouth pulled with a frugal smile.

“No, Brad. It was amazing. I’m fine, really.” She pushed her skirt down and straightened her blouse as she talked.”

He leaned forward and grazed his lips across hers, then gently kissed each eyelid. “Then come home with me. I want to be with you again.” He sighed softly against her mouth. He wanted to pleasure her slowly, and they had the rest of the night.

She
pulled away and slipped from between him and the wall, finishing with her clothes and combing her fingers through her long hair. Her head swiveled towards the door.