Going Down (Quickies #1) Read Online Free PDF

see clearly to the other side of tonight. Not that I wanted a relationship with Carter, at least, I wasn’t completely sure that I did. But this wasn’t me. It wasn’t me.
    The Chloe Moore that I’d spent twenty three years on this earth being didn’t go over to a billionaire’s house and have sex with him against a pillar in his own personal library. The Chloe Moore I knew liked sweet kisses and first dates, high thread count sheets and foreplay.  
    “Wait,” I said, pressing on his chest. “Stop.”  
    He did, immediately. “What’s wrong?” he asked, cupping my cheek.  
    I sighed and dropped my head, because it was too difficult to look into those half-lidded, lust-filled eyes.  
    “Nothing,” I said, sliding my legs down until my feet were on the floor. I was anything but steady though, my knees all wobbly from being kissed by the most gorgeous man I’d ever had my hands (and lips) on. I had him, here, right within my grasp; wanting, kissing, touching, tasting. And I was going to walk away. “I have to go.”  
    I walked as quickly as I could, making my way to the elevator, frantically pressing the button. It wasn’t unlike the rush I was in last night in the lobby of his building, except for this time, instead of wanting desperately to get to him, I was desperate to get away. I couldn’t think when I was around that man, couldn’t trust myself at all.  
    I could hear him running after me, calling my name. Just then the doors opened and I stepped inside, sliding my fingers along the curve of my neck, still feeling the delicious sting from his stubble.  
    “Wait!” he yelled reaching his arm out, and then he was standing in the elevator in front of me, the doors sliding closed behind him. I hadn’t pushed a button, so we just stood there, looking at each other. Unmoving. Too close in this small space.
    And when I looked into his bright, beautiful eyes, I couldn’t remember all the reasons why I thought this was a bad idea. What was wrong with wanting him? What was wrong with reaching out and taking what he was giving, when he was so ready and willing to give it? What was wrong with feeling, when that feeling was so, so good?
    Carter reached up, tracing the edge of my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, watching me intently. I could barely breathe for wanting, could barely think because he was standing so close. Then his hand slipped behind my neck, his fingers threaded through my hair, and he tilted my head back, putting my neck on offer for his kisses.  
    He pressed his needy lips to my skin, and this time I let him. I let him .  
    “You make my heart feel like it’s beating out of my chest,” I told him as he laved his tongue across my collarbone, slipping the strap of my dress off of my shoulder. “And I don’t usually do this…” I gasped as he pulled the bodice of my dress down, taking one side of my bra with it. He cupped my breast, then gently bit at the top, calming the sting with his tongue. “Ah, I mean…one-night stands.”
    “Mmm-hmm,” he hummed as his lips brushed across my nipple, then his tongue flicked out, teasing it into a stiff peak. “Who says this is one night?”
    “Oh my god,” I breathed. “I…I like cuddling and foreplay.”  
    “Who doesn’t?” His hand traveled down my side, tickling the skin on the outside of my thigh. Then he lifted my leg, hooking my heel on the railing to his right. I leaned back on the rail behind me, gripping it with both of my hands. If I didn’t hold onto something, I was sure I would float away.  
    Carter licked and sucked at my breast, making my head loll back as I slowly, steadily lost control. “I like breakfast in bed. Belgian waffles with strawberry compote and a pile of whipped cream as big as my head, oh…okay? Ah!”
    Carter looked up, a goofy, endearing smile on his lips. “That’s oddly specific,” he said, laughing. The warm puffs of breath against my heated skin made me shiver, and I wished I could