Seen by Him Chapter Two: The Return

It had been two weeks since Chloe had last seen Mick, a span of time that felt both agonizingly long and fleeting all at once. Each day seemed to stretch endlessly, yet the memory of him remained vivid and fresh, as if it had only been moments since they had shared that intimate connection. The absence of his presence weighed heavily on her, a palpable reminder of what she was missing.

Two weeks since she had felt his hands, his lips, his warmth enveloping her like a comforting blanket. Since he had whispered words that resonated deeply within her, words that made her believe she wasn’t invisible, that she mattered to someone in a world that often felt indifferent. Since he’d touched her in ways that transcended mere physicality; it felt like a rediscovery of herself, a rekindling of emotions she thought had long since faded. Each caress had sparked a fire in her soul, igniting feelings that she had buried beneath layers of routine and monotony.

The memory of that night lingered like a sweet fragrance in the air, intoxicating and bittersweet. At first, she tried to brush it off, convincing herself that it was just a one-time indulgence, a reckless fling that would soon be forgotten, an itch scratched in a moment of weakness. But every night, when she slipped into her empty bed, her body betrayed her. Her mind replayed his mouth against her neck, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down her spine, his hand splayed over her hip, grounding her in a way she hadn’t known she craved. The way his eyes locked on hers, intense and unwavering, as if nothing else existed in the world, left an imprint on her heart that she couldn’t shake off.

And the undeniable truth was, she needed more. The longing had become a constant companion, whispering to her in the quiet moments of solitude. So she made the decision to book him again, a choice that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. The second time was different, charged with an electricity that crackled in the air, a sense of anticipation that thrummed through her veins.

No nerves. No hesitation this time. When Mick knocked on her apartment door, Chloe opened it with a smile that was equal parts nervous and excited, a reflection of the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. She had chosen a dress this time—silky and red, clinging to her curves in all the right ways, accentuating her figure and making her feel bold and beautiful. Her hair cascaded loosely around her shoulders, framing her face in soft waves, while her lips were painted a daring shade of crimson she hadn’t worn in years, a colour that spoke of passion and confidence. She felt transformed, ready to embrace whatever unfolded, eager to dive back into the depths of their connection, hoping that this time, it would lead to something even more profound.

The way his eyes swept over her made her knees weaken, sending a thrilling shiver coursing through her entire body. It was as if he could see right through to her very soul, igniting a fire within her that she had long thought dormant. The intensity of his gaze held a promise of desire, an unspoken understanding that made her heart race uncontrollably.

“Chloe…” he murmured, his voice rougher than last time, carrying a weight of longing that sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “You look absolutely irresistible.” His words hung in the air, thick with tension, wrapping around her like a warm embrace. Each syllable dripped with sincerity, making her feel both cherished and desired in a way that was intoxicating.

Heat flared in her chest, spreading outward and colouring her cheeks with a rosy hue. “So do you,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, laden with emotion. The compliment felt like a spark igniting a flame, and she couldn't help but admire the way he looked tonight. His crisp white shirt was impeccably tucked into dark trousers, the fabric clinging to his form in all the right places. The sleeves were rolled up, revealing strong forearms that hinted at both power and gentleness. The sight made her pulse race, each beat echoing the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them.

“Do you want to stay here?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face with a tenderness that sent a thrill down her spine. “Or do you want me to take you somewhere?” His question was laced with a playful challenge, but there was an underlying seriousness that made her heart skip a beat.

“Here,” she said quickly, almost too eagerly. Then, softer, as if sharing a secret, she added, “I don’t want to share you with anyone else tonight.” The words slipped from her lips with a fervour that surprised even herself, revealing the depths of her yearning. That earned her a slow, wicked smile, one that promised mischief and passion. “Then I’m yours,” he replied, his voice low and sultry, making her feel like the only person in the world at that moment.

This time, there was no small talk, no careful easing into things as they had done before. Their bodies knew the rhythm now, an unspoken dance that had been choreographed by their desires. Their mouths found each other the second the door shut behind them, lips crashing together in a kiss that was hungry, urgent, and needy. It was a collision of passion, a desperate mingling of breaths that left them both breathless.

Mick pressed her against the wall, the cool surface contrasting with the heat radiating from their bodies. His hands slid down her waist, fingers curling around her thighs as he lifted her effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing at all. She gasped, the sudden movement sending a jolt of exhilaration through her. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, her dress riding up as his hardness pressed against her, a reminder of the desire that simmered just beneath the surface.

“You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?” he murmured against her mouth, his breath hot and tantalizing, stirring the embers of her longing into a roaring flame.

“Yes,” she confessed, her voice ragged with need and honesty. “Every night.” The admission hung between them, a testament to the intensity of their connection, and in that moment, it felt like the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them, entwined in a whirlwind of passion and desire.

He growled low in his throat, the sound rumbling like distant thunder, as he kissed a trail down her neck, his lips warm and insistent against her skin. “Good. Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you either,” he murmured, his breath sending shivers cascading down her spine.

Her heart stuttered at that revelation, a flutter of hope igniting within her. She knew he was a professional, a man who had likely shared this intimate dance with many women before her. Yet, in the way he looked at her with those intense eyes, in the way his hands caressed her, and in the way he spoke those words with such conviction—she allowed herself to believe, if only for a moment, that she was special to him.

Mick effortlessly lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom, where he laid her down on the sheets like an offering, a precious gift laid bare before him. He stripped her slowly this time, savouring the reveal of her bare skin beneath the luxurious red silk, each layer of fabric falling away like the barriers she had built around her heart. When she reached for his shirt, tugging at the buttons with eagerness, he caught her wrist gently yet firmly, pinning it above her head, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Patience,” he teased, his lips brushing her ear, sending a cascade of warmth through her body. “Tonight, I want to take my time.”

And he did, indeed. Every inch of her was worshipped with a reverence that made her feel cherished. He kissed her shoulders with a feather-light touch, trailed his lips over her breasts, down her stomach, and along her thighs—everywhere but where she was aching for him most. She writhed beneath his ministrations, gasping for more, begging him with her body, but he only smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes, teasing her with delicate touches that ignited a fire within her, making her body sing with anticipation and longing.

“Mick,” she moaned, arching under him, her body a taut string ready to snap. “Please. I need you.”

“Not yet,” he murmured, his eyes glinting with a smouldering heat that made her pulse race. “I want to watch you fall apart for me first.”

And when his mouth finally found her, Chloe cried out, her hands fisting the sheets as waves of pleasure wracked her body, crashing over her like a tidal wave. He didn’t relent, didn’t let up until she was trembling, breathless, pleading for mercy, her mind a whirl of sensations and desires.

Only then did he slide into her—slow, deep, filling her completely, a sensation that was both overwhelming and exquisite.

In that moment, the world outside disappeared, fading into nothingness, leaving only the two of them in their cocoon of intimacy.

Every thrust, every kiss, every whispered word of praise sent her soaring higher, lifting her to heights she had never imagined, until she shattered again, clinging to him like he was the only thing tethering her to earth, the only reality that mattered.

Afterward, she lay in his arms, her body spent and glowing with satisfaction, a warm afterglow enveloping her like a soft blanket. Mick traced lazy circles on her back, his voice low and tender, a soothing balm to her frayed nerves.

“You’re different, Chloe,” he said, his tone filled with sincerity. “When I’m with you, it doesn’t feel like work.”

Her breath caught in her throat, a mix of surprise and delight. “What does it feel like?” she asked, her curiosity piqued, her heart racing.

He kissed her temple softly, a gesture that felt both protective and intimate. “Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be,” he replied, his words wrapping around her like a warm embrace.

Chloe closed her eyes, her heart thudding in her chest, echoing the uncertainty that lingered in the air. She didn’t know what this was becoming, didn’t know if she was being foolish for wanting more than just this fleeting moment of passion. But in that moment, with Mick holding her like she was something precious, something worth cherishing, she let herself believe in possibilities, in the hope that this connection could lead to something deeper, something lasting.