Free Chloe and Brent's Wild Ride by Myandra Monroe Page B

mess, one shoe at a time.
    “I find things just fine in there.” She said defensively to his adorable backside. “Just because you’ re a neat freak doesn’t mean we all have to live like that.”
    He stood up with a pair of p ink peek toe high heels. “You’ re just a little too grouchy tonight young lady.” He smiled as he handed them to her. “Put these on.” The soft ness of his blue eyes hit her right in the heart as he politely finished the demand . “Pretty please … ” He gently ran his index finger down the bridge of her nose . “…sweet cheeks?”
    How could she turn him down? She obediently slipped the heels on and stood in front of him as she turned around slowly with her arms away from her sides. When she got to the backside she bent over to show him her naked rump and slapped it hard for as an added bonus . He laughed and nodded his head with approval . “Very nice my darling girl - I love it!”
    She felt somewhat like a mannequin as he tugged and manipulated the stretchy fabric of the leotard bra. He pushed her breasts closer together and higher in side the Lycra material like they were made of play dough . “Um… did you play with Barbie dolls when you were growing up?” She inquired with great amusement.
    “ Mmmm , those are some nice knockers you got there babe.” He rubbed her nipples with his thumbs and they immediately turned into hard buds beneath the fabric of the skimpy top. He leaned down and cupped her soft orbs in both hands while he kissed the white crest of her bulging bust line.
    Chloe’s chest rose and fell in short r agged breaths. She gazed up at his handsome face with her soulful blue eyes and stroked the side of his cheek with her fingertips. S he whispered softly . “Oh God Brent , I love you so much sometimes it hurts.” That was as truthful as she would ever be to any one person in her lifetime. She had released every emotion she held inside and handed it over to this man that was standing in front of her willing to love her the exactly the same way.
    Brent cradled her face between his hands and smiled softly. “ Chloe , thank you for being here for me and with me.” He lifted her face to his lips and kissed her. Winking, he added. “ Well babe … you get to be my walking, talking Barbie doll for the evening. Won’t that be fun?”
    Chloe nodded as words escaped her for the moment. He led her by the hand to her vanity and pulled out the chair for her to sit in front of the mirror. She complied silently as he crouched down beside her. He looked at her reflection with that soul sucking grin of his . “Now, could you to do that wild heavy eye shadow look you do once in a while and put your hair up in those funky , mussed up pigtails.” She looked at him in complete amazement as he used his hands to describe the look. “You know , sort of that trampy, messy young Madonna “Like a Virgin” look.”
    Chloe muffled a laugh as she drank in his enthusiasm. “ So… in other words, you ’re telling me you want me to look like a total slut?” She smirked. “ Brent , you do realize that I can’t stand Madonna, right ?”
    He tilted his head and pleaded . “Aw … you know what I mean .” He winked. “J ust humor me babe . I have some stuff to do out in the living room.” He got up to leave. “Don’t take too long! We have some driving to do yet . ” It intrigued her that he really did want her to look trampy . Well, if Brent Harper w anted a tramp for the night, he’ d damn well get his wish.
    Brent brought along supplies for their trip . F ruits , cheeses, stemware and some good California red and rose wines for starters. He’d filled his iPod with all of their favorite songs. He brought along some very special surprises and packed them all in a travel bag. The keys to Arthur Dobley ’s cabin and the code to the alarms were in his jacket pocket. The cabin was secluded and private and just the place he wanted to take Chloe for a romantic get away.
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