Free Crash Point-epub by Mari Carr Page A

Her climax would be inevitable.
    “Do it. Now, Chloe.”
    She pressed her fingers deep, thrusting them, pretending it was Blake’s cock that was pounding inside her.
    “Add another finger, baby. Make it bigger, thicker.”
    She obeyed, not bothering to slow her rhythm. She released the table and added her other hand to the game, fingering her clit, touching that one spot…that one place that made her…
    She cried out loudly. “Oh my God. Blake.” Chloe doubled over, her head flying toward her lap as her orgasm racked her frame. It was potent, powerful. Overwhelming.
    She could tell from Blake’s rough grunts that he was with her. She closed her eyes, letting herself see the jets of come erupting from his cock, landing on his shirt as the stroking of his hand slowed.
    For several long moments, the phone line was quiet except for the soft sound of Blake’s breathing. He was obviously listening to the same thing from her.
    “You still there, baby?”
    She grinned, dragging her fingers from her body, struggling to sit upright once more. “I’m going to need another shower.”
    He chuckled. “Wish I was there to scrub your back.”
    “That’s all you’d scrub?”
    “You ready to go again? So soon?”
    She groaned at the thought. If he were here, she’d definitely give it the college try, but the truth was she was zapped. While the flu had passed, she suspected she was still a few days away from full-strength. “No. Unfortunately, I’m not.”
    He seemed to understand. “I’ll take a rain check for the shower.”
    Damn man kept making these grand assumptions about their future. Granted, her actions weren’t helping to dissuade him. Even so, she still had too much pride for her own good.
    “You may be waiting a damn long time to collect on that. I’m still not planning to see you after the photo shoot.”
    Blake wasn’t deterred. “You will. So when are we meeting to take the pictures?”
    She glanced at the clock. She really did need to shower and dress then gather up her stuff for the shoot with Ned. She was in serious danger of being late. “What does tomorrow look like?” She hadn’t scheduled anything for Sunday, pretending it was so she wouldn’t miss Sunday dinner. Now that she was asking, she knew it was because she’d intended to give Sunday to him.
    “I’m on-duty.”
    Chloe tried to ignore her disappointment.
    “But I’m off next Sunday.”
    So it would be another whole week before she saw him again. Silently, she chastised herself. What was wrong with her? She was supposed to be over Blake Mills, not counting the minutes until she saw him again.
    She tried to chalk up her weakness to the flu. Clearly she was still sick and not thinking clearly. “How about next Sunday afternoon after dinner at Mama’s then? We’re usually finished eating by two, so we’ll have a few hours of good light.”
    “Is that an invitation to dinner?” he asked.
    “Are you sure you really want to push your luck and step into the lion’s den again?”
    “Mama Lewis will protect me. She likes me.”
    Chloe wanted to deny that, but he was right. Her mother had always had a soft spot for Blake. Chloe blamed it on her Mama’s tendency to root for the underdog.
    “You know the drill. Table is loaded with food by noon. Get there by then or we’re starting without you.”
    Chloe clicked off without saying goodbye, hoping that would make it clear she didn’t want to see him between now and then. She rolled her eyes.
    Sure you don’t.
    There was no way to ignore how excited she was about next Sunday.
     
    By the following Friday, Chloe was regretting agreeing to help out with her mother’s damn calendar even more than before. If she never saw another shirtless, beefcake, prima donna asshole again in her life, it would be too soon. With the exception of Ned—whose photo shoot was a blast—and a lovely pediatrician, the last five guys had run the gamut from God’s gift to women to more demanding than J. Lo