Chloe took two muscle relaxers and washed them down with two glasses of wine. She took a quick shower to get rid of the tacos, and she crawled into the spare bed with her towel still on. She woke up in the middle of the night feeling hot and strangled in her towel, so she shrugged it off onto the floor. She pushed the comforter off as well and slept under the sheet.
Chloe woke the next morning to Jon kissing her. What the Fuck, she thought, very confused for a moment as to where she was and what was going on. She looked around and realized she was in the spare bedroom. Then she remembered passing out in there after her shower, the night before.
"Sweetcheeks," Jon said between kisses. "Why are you in here? You should have come to bed, Pumpkin Face."
"Huh? Oh, mmtacos." She told him as he made his way down her neck. He had never spent so much time kissing her body like this. "I got tacos…all over and…washed up um, before bed."
"Sugar Nipples, you are so sexy this morning. Mmm, I've got to go to the club, though." He was sucking on her breast, which wasn't abnormal, but it felt different. She couldn't place it; it was almost like he was actually excited about it. "Why are you naked? You should sleep like this every night!"
"I was too tired, uhh…after the shower." Chloe was completely taken by surprise by the way Jon was behaving. Maybe she dreamt all that crazy stuff with Veronica.
"Oh Fuck it! I'll just be late." Jon growled, and Chloe was actually turned on. She never remembered him turning her on like that before or at all for that matter. She always thought sparks and passion were the stuff of romance novels and chic flicks.
What has gotten into him? Maybe I should sleep in the nude from now on, she thought as Jon latched on to her other breast. He unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants, and worked his zipper down. Every movement had Chloe on edge as to what was coming next. She was actually starting to pant. She had never panted; it was always over so fast. She couldn't believe, after all these years, they were actually getting closer to the passion she had often fantasized about. She never liked sex much, but if it could include this heat she was starting to feel, then maybe it might not be so bad. Jon pulled himself up over her and looked down at her.
"Sweetlips." He whispered and kissed her as he pushed himself in.
"Ahh, Jon…I love you." Chloe told him as he began to pull back. And then he pumped her rapidly, grunting and rigorously focused on nothing else until he came jerking inside her after five minutes and flopped weightless on top of her. He rolled off after a moment.
"I love you too, my sweet pussy cake," He smiled at her as he cleaned up with her discarded towel from the floor and redid his pants and belt. He bent over the bed and gave her a peck on the lips before walking out of the room and leaving for the Club. He would be late...five minutes late.
Chloe lay there for a minute, stunned but not entirely surprised. That was the Jon she knew. How could she possibly think that he had changed? Maybe he was only passionate when dressing like Alice. She sighed and got up to take a shower.
She entered the kitchen in her robe and fished her phone out of her purse from where she left it the night before. She had three texts, one from her mother-in-law asking to help her pick out napkins for her next brunch on the patio. She ignored that one. She had one from Kendra asking what she had told Jon last night. She responded to Kendra.
Call you later.
She also had one text from Nicki that said he was free after his workout around ten. It was already after 11:00 a.m. She sent him a text back and told him she'd meet him at noon at the Blood Orange Café. That would give her about thirty minutes to get ready.