My Heart's Passion by Elizabeth Lapthorne

dared not touch himself for fear he would explode under the pressure.
    “Don’t forget something to drink,” Chloe called out from the next room.
    Picking up a bottle of vodka from his highest shelf—where much younger, busy and eager little hands couldn’t reach it—he snagged two shot glasses and headed back, determined to keep his control until Chloe was in the same state as himself.
    Returning to the living room, sitting down on the edge of the couch, Samuel watched with undisguised desire as Chloe unbuttoned the top of her shirt. She bent forward to the table and poured half a glass full of the vodka, then carefully arranged the shot glass within her cleavage.
    Grinning, she gingerly withdrew her hands, slowly, to make sure the glass was firmly entrenched between her beautiful breasts. The silk shirt still hid most of the mounds from his view, but the healthy show of cleavage was all his poor system could currently cope with.
    If he could see any more of her silky smooth skin, if her scent was any further in his system, he would pull her down, tear the clothes from her sweet body and fuck her wildly until they both screamed and collapsed from exhaustion.
    “Okay, you can go for it now, just be careful not to spill too much. I have a feeling spilled vodka on skin will become rather sticky.”
    Nodding curtly, not trusting his voice to do anything but growl in sexual hunger, he held her waist steady. His hand easily cupped the rounded flesh, the sensation of palming her skin, even through the thin fabric of her shirt, had him incoherent in his lust.
    He dipped his head, determined to drink the shot of vodka and leave her be.
    His head bent down, angling between her breasts and he inhaled a pure shot of her scent. It invaded his system like a drug, made him higher than any steroid or amphetamine ever could. He closed his eyes, certain the color in the world just got that much brighter, that much more vivid.
    Riding the wave of lust and painful pleasure, Samuel took a moment to gather himself.
    Thrusting his tongue in an imitation of what his penis desperately wanted to do, he lapped at the vodka between her perfect breasts.
    It was on his second foray he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. Both her hesitancy, and her unwillingness to remove her shirt became clear. The knowledge that she was naked under the shirt had his cock hardening even more.
    A dozen more laps and Samuel sat back. The vodka ran through his system, energizing him and making him even more lightheaded. Or maybe that was still her scent driving him wild.
    Blinking, trying to clear his head, he poured the other shot glass half-full of vodka. Offering it to her, he insisted.
    “It’s better we stay on an equal footing if we’re to be drinking. No chance of one of us taking advantage of the other that way.”
    Removing the shot glass from between her breasts, Chloe smiled and left her shirt half-unbuttoned. As she swapped her empty glass for the full one he offered, she grinned. The shirt gaped, showing a slice of her delicious breasts.
    “Sounds fair to me.”
    With one smooth motion she poured the shot down her throat, swallowing the fiery liquid. Samuel gulped, imagining her swallowing his own seed with much the same casualness.
    Carefully placing the shot glass on the table, he picked up a new green-edged card and sat back on the couch.
    He hoped to hell “ Fuck madly until you are both exhausted ” was an option sometime soon, or he was likely to be a candidate for the funny farm before the night was out.

Chapter Thirteen
     
    Chloe felt the burn of the vodka slide down her throat. She wasn’t a huge fan of the liquid, but there were much worse things to drink. She didn’t think there’d be much drinking going on through the night anyway. Samuel already looked drunk on lust—with luck she could make a move sooner or later and they could release some of the sexual tension crackling in the air.
    She watched Samuel’s reaction to the new