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I was actually working on a new chapter for 'Bad Timing' but then this story hadn't stopped pushing my muse. So here you go. Enjoy!
Chapter 7
"I could get used to this." Chloe hummed appreciatively, her nose buried in her coffee cup.
"Used to what? Having someone who makes you breakfast?" Ryan asked, shooting her a smile over his shoulder.
"That too. But I actually meant the view."
"The view?" Ryan looked confused out of the window. It wasn't that bad of a view but there was definitely better ones in Seattle.
"Not that view, silly." Chloe chuckled. "You."
"Me?" Ryan asked surprised.
"You have an amazingly hot body." Chloe clarified, her eyes trailing over his body, enjoying the fact that he hadn't bothered with putting on a shirt.
"You think?" Ryan cocked an eye brow, a smug grin appearing on his face.
"As if you don't know damn well that you have a body to die for."
"Believe me. It's damn hard work."
"I definitely appreciate it."
Ryan leaned back against the kitchen counter, folding his arms in front of his chest. His sweatpants were hanging so low on his hips that Chloe wouldn't be surprised if they would slip down any second and suddenly something deep inside her shifted. She could feel her heart pounding up in her throat. It wasn't only his body she loved, she was pretty certain right here and there she was falling in love with him and only the thought made her dizzy.
"We need to have rules." Chloe said, trying to shove the unexpected feelings back in a box, trying to distract herself with his body.
"What rules?"
"For example, you being shirtless all the time when we are alone." Chloe deadpanned.
"I think I can manage that." Ryan smirked.
He unfolded his arms and pulled her towards him so that she was pressed flush against him. "But that would mean we would spend more time in bed than anywhere else."
"Who is talking about a bed?" Chloe looked at him, raising an eye brow provocatively and Ryan's eyes changed from amused to blazing with fire in a heartbeat, making her stomach tighten.
He leaned down taking her face between his hands, his tongue trailing along her bottom lip and as she opened her mouth with a sigh, he swept in, his fingers digging almost painfully into her skin when he walked her backwards until her back hit the kitchen table. With one swift move of his arm, he sweeped the surface clean, the dishes cluttering to the floor but he only swooped her up on the table, his fingers already opening her robe, his mouth and fingers being everywhere on her body, tugging, nibbling, driving her crazy.
As he shoved his sweatpants down, standing gloriously naked in front of her, he looked at her thoughtfully and Chloe propped herself up on her elbows, opening her legs invitingly.
"Do you trust me?" Ryan asked softly.
"Trust you?" Chloe furrowed her brows in confusion.
"Are you on the pill?"
"Yes."
"So, do you trust me?"
Suddenly Chloe understood what he was asking. If she wouldn't have known him so well she would have probably said no. But she knew him for five years now and even though he was a famous hockey player, he had never been the type who slept around. She did trust him and if she was honest she wanted to feel him inside her without any barrier between them.
"Yes." Chloe whispered, locking her eyes with his. "I do trust you."
Ryan stepped closer, climbing up on the table with her, lying down between her legs. Brushing his fingers over her cheeks, he lowered his head, his lips barely touching hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth as he pushed slowly into her.
Chloe moaned under his lips as the feeling of him inside her overwhelmed all her senses. The moment she felt his hot skin inside her she was completely lost. She loved him. It had hit her completely unprepared but it had happened. She was in love with Ryan Foster.
Ryan almost came the moment he slid into her for the very first time without protection. Her moan shot straight into his groin and his balls tightened. But he intended to take her slow. He engaged her in a sultry kiss, his hand trailing under one of her knees pulling it up so that he could thrust deeper into her and Chloe arched her back, her fingers digging into his back. He quickened his pace and Chloe cried out loud as she shattered around him and a few thrusts later he spilled his release into her.
When they'd been able to move again, he'd helped her up from the table. No one saying a word. Something had changed. They both felt it.
Chloe put on her clothes in complete silence. She didn't even want to look up into his eyes, afraid that he would immediately see it in her eyes that she'd lost her heart to him. She didn't even know if he felt the same or if he just enjoyed the admittedly amazing sex. They hadn't time for a talk anyway. She would fly to Irak tonight. Maybe being away from him for a few weeks would help, though she highly doubted it.
After she'd shoved her feet into her shoes and tied them up, she turned around walking briskly over to him, pulling his head down to give him one last hard kiss before she rushed to the door but Ryan's voice stopped her dead in her tracks, her hand already on the door knob.
"Chloe?"
Looking back over her shoulder she said quietly. "I know. I'll be careful."
Before he could say anything she slipped out of the door, shutting it softly behind her.
~M&L~
"So, tell me already. How was it?" Abigail asked excitedly.
"I'm not the 'kiss and tell' type. You know that." Lexie replied.
"Lexie!" Abigail whined. "You can't do that to me. I need to know. Just tell me. Is he as good as his reputation?"
Lexie turned around, looking at her best friend, remaining silent for almost a minute before her mouth began to twitch and she almost laughed out loud when she saw Abigail drumming impatiently with her fingers on the table.
"Better."
"How much better?"
"He is like a drug." Lexie sighed. "I could get completely addicted to him."
"Could?"
"This was it, Abs." Lexie said determined. "One night. One night of earth shattering sex."
"And now what? You just turn around and forget about him?"
"I have to. He is … he is just too intense."
"Are you freaking kidding me?" Abigail hissed outraged. "Why do you refuse yourself mind-blowingly fantastic sex?"
"Yeah, I would want to know the answer to that question, too."
Lexie couldn't move a muscle when she heard the deep voice behind her. It had to be a dream. She just imagined hearing his voice but one look in Abigail's face told her that she wasn't imaging anything. The languishing look on her best friend's face could only mean one thing.
Turning around slowly, she looked at the one man she'd expected to never see again in her whole life, except on her TV screen. His ruffled appearance made him even more attractive. It wasn't fair that he looked that damn good in old sweatpants and a hoodie that had seen better days.
"What are you doing here?" Lexie asked harshly.
"I need to talk to you."
"Mr. Sloan, I don't think ..." Lexie stopped in mid-sentence as he grabbed her arm and dragged her to the next room, shoving her in.
Closing the door firmly behind him, he stepped closer and Lexie took involuntarily a step back, being stopped by the wall hitting her back.
"Mr. Sloan?" Mark planted a hand beside her face, narrowing his eyes dangerously. "Do I have to remind you that only six hours ago my cock was buried deep inside you?"
"Nope, no reminder necessary."
"I sure hope so." Mark growled. "Maybe I should record your screams next time because you apparently forgot that you were begging for more."
"That was just in the heat of the moment." Lexie replied nonchalantly.
"Yeah, heat is the perfect word to describe it. Do you want to tell me that you didn't enjoy it?"
"No, it was pleasurable." Lexie had to bit her tongue to stop herself from laughing out loud. She wouldn't be surprised if steam would come out of his ears any second.
"Pleasurable?" Mark hissed. "Try freaking mind-blowing fantastic. Because that's what it was."
"Maybe."
"Not maybe. Definitely. So tell me ... why did you sneak out?"
"We had a great night. I would have thought you would be grateful."
"I'm not done with you. And what exactly was this shitty letter? Thank you for the night?" Mark gritted out through clenched teeth. "It sounded as if you thanked me for a nice date. I'm not a man whore. So don't treat me like you've paid for it."
Lexie's lips trembled and she bit her bottom lip before she opened her mouth and closed it again immediately.
"What?" Mark snapped, as he saw the sudden change in her eyes, the subtle shifting of her body towards him.
"Nothing."
Mark looked at her closely, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth when he saw her blushing. "You are turned on?"
"Nope."
"Shall I prove that you're lying?" Mark asked, the challenge evident in his voice.
"How would you want to do that?"
"I'll bet when I would slip my finger under your scrubs and slide it between your legs you are already wet and ready for me."
"You wouldn't dare."
Mark lowered his head, his lips brushing over her jaw before he whispered hoarsely into her ear. "Want to find out?"
"Mark, I'm at work. We can't ..." Lexie took in a sharp breath as his hand slipped under the waistband of her scrubs and under her panties, his finger sliding directly into her.
"I knew it!" Mark growled triumphantly. "You can't deny it. You want me."
"Okay, you've convinced me." Lexie sighed, her hips jerking involuntarily forward when his finger pushed deeper into her. "We are both single. Why not have some fun with each other for a little while longer?"
"Exactly!"
Mark removed his hand reluctantly out of her panties. Smirking, he raised his hand and put the finger that had just been in her into his mouth, licking it clean and a hot ball of desire shot straight into Lexie's stomach. Damn, he was good.
To stop her stomach from fluttering and to avoid melting into a puddle in front of his feet, Lexie leaned forward, pressing a kiss against his mouth tasting herself on his tongue while her hand slipped down his stomach, pressing against his erection, raking her fingers over it, glad that he'd only thrown on some sweat pants. Her hand trailed down further, closing carefully around his balls, massaging them gently and Mark groaned deep in his throat.
"Okay, Hot Shot. Bring it." Lexie raised her hands, pressing them against his chest. She couldn't believe what she'd just agreed to. Just a few hours ago she'd left him, certain that she would never see him again, and just now his finger had been deep inside of her and she'd just told him that she wanted to have sex with him again. This could only end badly. She knew that she had already deeper feelings for him but she couldn't help saying. "Whenever and wherever I want?"
"At your beck and call." Mark grinned.
"I like that."
"But it goes both ways."
"What do you mean?" Lexie asked curiously.
"The booty calls." Mark explained.
Lexie tilted her head, grinning up at him. "Okay. So whenever someone feels the need ..."
"They'll give the other a call."
"Under one condition."
"Which is?" Mark asked.
"Even though this is only about sex, I want it to be exclusive. No sleeping around with other people."
"I think you'll keep me occupied."
"You betcha!" Lexie replied, walking towards the door.
"Lex?"
"Yes?" Lexie turned around in the open door, looking at him quizzically.
"Tonight. After the game. I'll send someone to get you."
"Excuse me?" Lexie asked confused.
"I just called you." Mark said, a big grin splitting up his face.
"You are insane." Lexie chuckled.
"I just felt the need."
"Of course." Lexie replied sarcastically.
"So you'll come?"
"It's your first game after your injury, right?"
"Yes."
"I'll come."
~M&L~
She was standing in the VIP lounge, staring down at the ice. She still didn't understand much of the game but she had to admit that Abigail had been right. He was amazing on the ice. The Dragons had won the game and were now officially in the playoffs.
"Dr. Grey?"
Lexie turned around, looking at the strange person who'd just addressed her.
"Yes, I'm Dr. Grey."
"Mr. Sloan wants to see you."
She followed him downstairs until they were rounding a corner and Mark was leaning nonchalantly against the wall. His hair was still damp with sweat and he looked as if he'd only taken off his gear and slipped into sweatpants and a shirt.
"Thank you, Clive." Mark said to the man who had accompanied her. Grabbing her hand, he walked in the other direction and the moment Clive was out of sight Mark opened the next door and pushed her inside.
It looked like it was some kind of storeroom and even though she wouldn't admit it out loud, being with Mark in this confined space turned her on.
"You haven't even showered yet." Lexie said to him the moment he turned around.
"No. I'm pumped up with adrenaline and I couldn't wait to see you. Do you mind?" Lexie looked him up and down and a big grin split up Mark's face. "Ahhh, you like having me all sweaty?"
"It should be disgusting, but … must be some primal instinct. And I like you in sweat pants."
"You do?"
"Yes, easier access." Lexie smirked, her eyes traveling down his body, stopping at the apparent bulge in his pants.
"You can take them off easier, too."
"Really? I had no idea." Lexie mocked him.
"Come here."
The moment Mark's lips crushed on hers all playfulness was gone, swept away by the desire that crashed down on them. His hand slipped under her skirt, his thumbs hooking into her panties, shoving them down. She tugged at his sweatpants, pulling them down, wrapping her hand immediately around him the moment his erection sprang out of its confines.
Mark groaned loudly, pulling her hand away. Looking up at him surprised, he just pushed her gently against the wall before he bend down and retrieved a condom out of the pocket of his pants.
"You've come prepared."
"Why do you think I've dragged you into a broom closet?" Mark asked with a husky voice, ripping the foil packet open, slipping the condom over his length. "To chat?"
"Well, some parts of our bodies are gonna chat. Sort of." Lexie replied.
"Chatting?" Mark snorted. "Never heard this expression before. So let's have a chat then. Hop up."
Lexie wrapped her legs around his waist and Mark paused briefly, locking eyes with her before he pushed into her, taking her hard and fast. Lexie bit down on his shoulder to stifle her moans as her orgasm ripped through her, almost knocking the breath out of her, Mark pounding into her until his body went stiff and he followed her over the edge.
After they'd put on their clothes again, Lexie looked up in his face wondering if you could see it on her face as much as on Mark's that they just had insanely hot sex. Pulling her hair into a ponytail, she tried to smooth her hair down, knowing that it was a futile attempt. Everyone who took a closer look at her would see that she'd just been fucked.
Mark opened the door slowly, checking if no one was around before they both stepped out of the closet. Turning around to her, his hands closed around her face and he leaned down giving her a toe-curling kiss.
"Until next time then?" He asked softly.
"Until next time." Lexie replied barely above a whisper.
Lexie walked around the corner, her legs trembling slightly, asking herself if she'd went completely nuts now. Having a hot affair with Mark Sloan was the most stupid idea she'd ever had, considering that every time she saw him she fell in love with him a little more. If she wasn't careful the fire he was evoking in her would burn her to ashes.
