Somebody Told Me 1/1

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banner by: geek_or_unique

Title: Somebody Told Me
Chapter: 1/1
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Mr. and Mrs. Queen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6,017
Summary: Being the wife of Star City's most famous resident is hard on Chloe when she starts to feel like everyone else sees her husband more than she does.
Warning: Spoilers through Booster, but this takes place before Dominion


     Chloe was having the kind of morning where she wished she had just stayed in bed.

It had started when she woke up alone, a note from Oliver on the bedside table letting her know that he had to go into the office early and he would call her when he got out of his morning meeting. Since it was the fifth time in the past two weeks, she hadn’t been too surprised that he was gone, but Chloe still didn’t like it. Between her hours at the paper and his two jobs, she couldn’t help feeling like they’d spent less time together in the month since they’d moved to Star City.

She’d decided not to dwell on it and instead focused her energy on getting through her morning routine so she could head to the paper to do a phone interview with one of the local politicians. She had just finished showering and had been in the process of getting dressed when she’d received a call from his assistant canceling the interview for no apparent reason. Chloe had attempted to get the woman to reschedule and she’d more or less hung up on her after issuing a curt “I’ll get back to you.”

Irritated by the brush off, Chloe had gone into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee only to have the circuit blow and the coffeepot shatter from the surge of electricity. She’d stood there staring at the broken machine for several minutes, not really sure what she was expecting to happen. Finally, she’d tossed it in the garbage, grabbed her purse and her phone and headed out to the local coffeehouse because there was no way she was dealing with anything else until she had a healthy dose of caffeine in her system.

She was nearly there when her cell phone started buzzing in her pocket. Chloe reached for it quickly, hoping that talking to Oliver would brighten her mood. But it was Lois’s name flashing on the caller ID and she knew without a doubt there was only one reason her cousin would be calling her this early. Fighting off the urge to hit the “ignore” button, Chloe pressed answer and brought the phone to her ear.

“Hey Lo.”

“You’re not an easy person to get a hold of. I know you’re a newlywed and all that jazz, but you’ve got to come up for air sometime,” Lois commented.

Chloe rolled her eyes at the less than subtle implication. She might have missed a phone call or two, but she still talked to her cousin on an almost daily basis. “And yet you found me by calling my personal cell phone. You’re earning that new promotion,” she retorted.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the Egyptian cotton this morning. What gives, Chlo?” Lois asked.

Wincing at the obvious hurt in her voice, Chloe took a deep breath and tried to rein in her bad mood. “Sorry, it’s early and I haven’t had my coffee.” She opened the door to the coffeehouse and inwardly sighed when she saw the long line that snaked around the café. It really was not her day. “What’s up?” she asked as she made her way to the end of the line.

“Nothing urgent,” Lois replied. “I’ve got some new floral designs I want you to look at. Who knew there were so many different ways to arrange flowers?”

“Florists?” Chloe teased. She couldn’t help being relieved that she was several states away since Lois had started slipping into Bridezilla mode as the wedding got closer. She loved her cousin but the constant uncertainty over the small details was a lot to take.

“Anyway,” Lois said pointedly ignoring Chloe’s joke, “I’ve got them narrowed down to five and I need you to look at them and tell me which one you like best.”

“Okay,” Chloe agreed. “Are you going to email me pictures or is Clark already on his way?” Lois had been taking full advantage of Clark’s abilities and using him as a go between when she had something she needed to show Chloe or Oliver. He’d shown up at their penthouse earlier in the week just after two in the morning with color swatches for their ties and he’d ended up leaving two minutes later in a huff while Oliver laughed at him.

“Yeah, they’ll be in your email,” Lois replied sheepishly. “Smallville said he was out of the messenger business and I have a sneaking suspicion he told Tess to keep Bart away from me on purpose. Okay, cuz, I’ve got to go. Say hi to Ollie.”

Shaking her head, Chloe pressed the button to end the call and switched to her email screen to see if Lois had sent the pictures yet.

“Did you hear about Green Arrow last night?”

Chloe’s head shot up automatically, her heart suddenly beating faster. There were two men in front of her dressed in business suits and two college students in front of them. She waited expectantly for someone else to speak.

“The ATM robbery on Sunset?” one of the businessmen asked. “Yeah, I heard he took down three guys in a matter of seconds.”

“Really?” the man next to him replied. “I was talking about that carjacking on State. He saved a woman and her two kids from a guy with a semiautomatic.”

One of the college students turned around. “The streets have been a lot safer since he came back to town,” he commented.

When the businessmen agreed, Chloe couldn’t keep the proud smile off her face. Oliver had been slightly taken aback at first by just how accepting his hometown was of his alter ego, but she knew it meant a lot to him that the public was happy to have Green Arrow back. It was the main reason he was patrolling every night for hours even though he spent the entire day at Queen Industries.

The men in front of her continued talking about Green Arrow’s recent saves as the line inched closer to the counter. Chloe listened to their conversation, her smile fading as she realized she didn’t know about any of the incidents they were discussing. Now that she wasn’t Watchtower anymore, Oliver hadn’t said much about his nightly patrols other than letting her know he was home safe when he crawled into bed beside her.

But it didn’t exactly sit well with her that strangers knew more about Green Arrow than his own wife.

Realizing it was her turn, Chloe smiled at the man behind the counter. “I’ll take a large almond mocha with a shot of espresso, please.”

“Coming right up,” he replied. He shook his head when he saw her reaching into her purse for her wallet. “It’s on the house, Mrs. Queen.”

Chloe’s eyebrows shot up. While she had gotten used to the whispers and the stares when she was out with Ollie, people rarely recognized her as his wife when she was out on her own.

The man smiled at her obvious confusion. “Green Arrow saved my daughter from a mugger two days ago,” he explained. He handed Chloe her coffee. “This is the least I can do.”

“I’m glad your daughter is all right, but there’s no need to go to any trouble,” Chloe insisted. She started to reach for her wallet again.

“On the house,” he repeated firmly, his tone making it clear there was no point in arguing.

“Thank you,” Chloe said. Green Arrow had clearly been busy lately and once again she couldn’t help feeling like she should be the one who knew about all the details about his nightly patrols. Even if Watchtower duty wasn’t in the cards at the moment, she knew how much being Green Arrow meant to Ollie and she wanted to be a part of that.

Her cell phone buzzed again and Chloe shifted her coffee to her other hand so she could pull it from her pocket. She smiled when she saw Oliver’s office number on the caller ID. “Morning, Hero,” she answered.

“Hey Sidekick,” Oliver replied warmly.

“I’m glad you called,” Chloe said as she walked back to the penthouse. “I was hoping you could help me with a missing person’s case. Have you seen my husband? Tall, adorable blonde, likes to parade around in green leather?” she asked.

Oliver laughed. “Sounds like a keeper,” he teased. “I’m sorry about this morning.”

“It’s all right,” Chloe said. She waited for the light to change and crossed the street toward their building. “Did you sleep at all? Some guys in the coffeehouse were singing your praises. Sounds like the Emerald Archer has been busy,” she said.

“The last few nights have been rough,” Oliver agreed. “I’ve got another meeting in five minutes and a press conference to discuss the quarterly reports, but if you’re interested in a late lunch, I should be done around one. Two at the latest,” he added.

Chloe chewed on her lip, going over her schedule in her head. Since her interview had fallen through, she didn’t have anything pressing going on at the paper. The idea of spending the afternoon with her husband instantly lifted her mood. “Sounds perfect,” she said. “I’ll see you then.”

***

Chloe arrived at Queen Industries a few minutes before Oliver’s press conference was scheduled to start. There was already a large crowd forming and she spotted a few reporters who she recognized from the Register. She nodded politely and made her way closer to the podium. She could see the company’s publicist and several board members standing near the door and she assumed Oliver would be coming out any second. While she waited, she opened the email Lois had finally sent and studied the different floral arrangements. They all looked exactly the same to her.

“Hey, what’s going on?” a female voice behind her asked.

“Oliver Queen is having a press conference,” another female voice replied.

“Oh my God, did I tell you I saw him the other day at Alexander’s? He is even better looking in person.”

Chloe smirked at that, taking her eyes off the floral arrangements to discreetly glance over her shoulder. The two women were probably a few years older than she was, both dressed in sleek business suits. She turned her attention back to Lois’s email.

“Can you believe he got married?”

The other woman snorted. “To some nobody from Kansas,” she replied. “Lucky bitch,” she muttered.

Chloe bristled at the term, but reminded herself there was no reason to get into an argument with strangers. People gossiped about Oliver all the time and now that she was his wife, it was only natural that people were going to make assumptions about her too. She toyed with the rings on her finger and decided she didn’t care what anyone said.

“Tell me about it,” the first woman replied. “The man is gorgeous; he’s a billionaire and a superhero. What does that girl have that I don’t?” she asked.

“Oliver Queen,” her friend replied with a laugh.

Damn straight, Chloe thought. She bit her cheek to keep herself from smiling and brushed her finger over her rings again.

“True,” the woman agreed begrudgingly. “I can’t imagine it will last though. I mean, unless she’s pregnant.” Her voice rose excitedly. “Do you think she baby trapped him?” she asked.

“I bet you’re right!” her friend cried. “Why else would Oliver Queen marry some farm girl?”

Chloe’s mouth dropped open, irritation flaring inside her. That was it. She started to turn around, fully prepared to give both of them a piece of her mind when she spotted Oliver out of the corner of her eye approaching the podium. Her chest ached when she realized it was the first time she had seen her husband in two days when one or both of them wasn’t half asleep.

“Good afternoon,” Oliver greeted the crowd. He flashed his famous smile and they erupted into enthusiastic applause. He quickly held up his hands, smile firmly in place. “Thank you, but I promise I’m only going to take a few minutes of your time today.” His eyes scanned over the crowd as he waited for them to quiet down and his gaze landed on Chloe. His smile softened and he winked at her.

She couldn’t help the ridiculous smile that spread across her face. Chloe forgot all about the women behind her and their catty comments as she focused on Oliver. He was going over the company numbers, pausing to answer questions from the reporters as they came up. The company stock had been on a roller coaster between his Green Arrow reveal, the VRA chaos and losing Luthor Corp. to Lionel and that was the main reason Oliver had been putting in so many hours to straighten everything out. Chloe was relieved to hear that it sounded like things were finally back on track.

“Thank you all for coming,” Oliver finished. “If you have any further questions, Sam will be happy to answer them for you.” He smiled at the crowd again and stepped away from the podium to let his publicist take over. Instead of turning to go back into the building, he walked down the steps toward Chloe.

She smiled up at him and took the hand he held out to her. “That was some speech, Mr. Queen,” she said.

“Thank you, Mrs. Queen.” Ignoring the people around them, he ducked his head and pressed his lips to hers. “Where do you want to go for lunch?” He draped his arm over her shoulders and pulled her into his frame as they walked.

“Anywhere you want,” Chloe replied. She wrapped her arm around his waist and couldn’t resist the urge to look over at the two women who had been standing behind her. They stood in the same spot gaping at them.

“Chinese?” Oliver suggested. “I’m thinking we can get it to go and…” He groaned when he felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket. He sent Chloe an apologetic look and brought it to his ear. “Oliver Queen.”

She watched him as he took the call and she could tell right away by the tension that crept into his shoulders that there was a problem. He ended the call, dropped his head to his chest and sighed. “I’m sorry, Chloe.”

“It’s okay, Ollie.” Chloe shifted, rose to her tiptoes and kissed him softly. “Is there anything I can do?” she asked.

Oliver shook his head. “There’s a problem with one of the factories in Mexico. I need to get a group of people together to go out there and look at it, but first I need to talk to Tess since it’s a Luthor plant.” He leaned forward until his forehead rested against hers. “Dinner?” he asked hopefully.

Chloe reached up and caressed his cheek. “I can’t. I have to work late tonight. But wake me up when you get home from patrol,” she said.

“Okay,” Oliver agreed. He kissed her one last time. “I’ll see you then.”

***

Chloe sat behind her desk at the Register, typing up her latest article. She’d already rewritten the first two paragraphs three times and she still wasn’t satisfied with them. It was nearly ten p.m. and she still had a few more hours to be in the office and monitor the tip line, but she couldn’t seem to concentrate on the menial tasks.

She’d expected to have to start at the bottom again since she’d been out of journalism for years and for the most part she was fine with that. She had no problem earning her place at the paper, especially considering that the editor had still been willing to take her on once he found out she had married Star City’s most famous resident. But it was hard to focus when all she could think about was how much she missed Oliver.

It seemed ridiculous when she tried to put it in perspective and thought about how they had been apart for months and now they were married and living in the same apartment, but being logical wasn’t helping. After the press conference two days earlier, Oliver had called her at work and told her that the issue at the Mexico plant needed his personal attention and he had to fly down there. He’d been back the next night, but she’d had to work. Now she was working again and he was out at some charity event representing the company.

Her eyes flicked to the small TV on the desk across from her. The local news channel had been covering the event and she’d been waiting to catch a glimpse of Oliver. Chloe was grateful no one was around to see how pathetic she was being. The reporter was currently interviewing two gorgeous models about their reasons for participating. She scowled at the TV and shifted her attention back to the article.

Chloe erased the second paragraph again and started writing a new one. She heard the model giving the standard speech about how important it was to take care of the less fortunate and she wondered why people like that were allowed to speak in public.

“I really think more famous people should come to these events. Oliver!”

Chloe immediately turned back to the TV as the camera pulled back to show Oliver approaching. The reporter greeted him fondly and before she could ask him a question, the model had stepped between them and wrapped herself around Oliver’s arm.

“It’s so good to see you again!”

“You too,” Oliver replied politely. His smile had become forced as he pulled his arm out of her grip.

Scowling, Chloe resisted the urge to throw something. Oliver had taken a step back from the model and she appeared to be pouting while he talked to the reporter about why the cause was important to Queen Industries. She nodded as she listened to him and Chloe recognized the look in the woman’s eye. She clearly had a question she wanted to ask and she was just waiting to pounce.

“Oliver, I can’t help noticing that you’re here solo,” she said. “Why isn’t your wife joining you for such an important event?”

“Bitch,” Chloe muttered. The reporter’s implication that she was a bad wife was clear as day. She realized she was gripping the pen in her hand hard enough to turn her knuckles white and quickly released it.

“My wife had a prior commitment,” Oliver replied smoothly. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to greet the host before he thinks I’m rude.” He gave the reporter a tight smile and walked away, carefully avoiding the model who was still watching him.

Chloe smirked at the brush off, but she still hated that she wasn’t there with him. Spending the evening at a mundane charity event was not exactly her idea of a good time, but she knew it wasn’t Oliver’s either. Even with his secret identity no longer being a secret, he still had obligations to fulfill as Oliver Queen and she wanted to be there for him.

Her cell phone rang and Chloe sighed when she saw Lois’s name. “Now is not a good time,” she answered.

“You sound even crabbier than you did the last time we talked,” Lois replied. “Do you need me to come out there? I’ll call Smallville for a lift,” she offered.

“I’m fine, Lois. I’m just busy at work,” Chloe lied. She hoped that would pacify her cousin enough to drop the issue.

Not even close. “Chlo, come on. It’s a weeknight and you’re working the graveyard shift. You’re probably bored out of your mind. Tell me what’s wrong,” Lois insisted.

Chloe opened her mouth to tell her it was nothing and thought better of it. Lois knew her too well to believe that and the last thing she needed was for her cousin to show up in person to get the truth out of her. “I’m just frustrated that I haven’t spent much time with Ollie lately. I feel like everyone else in this city sees him more than I do,” she complained. She felt silly saying the words out loud.

“Chloe, you know I understand,” Lois said. Her voice softened. “But this is what we signed up for. You’ve been doing this hero thing a lot longer than I have.”

“It’s not that,” Chloe said. She bit her lip, irritated with herself for letting something so ridiculous bother her. “I feel like I’m being a bad wife,” she said quietly.

Lois snorted. “That’s insane and I guarantee Ollie would beg to differ with that statement. What brought this on?” she asked.

Chloe hesitated. She didn’t think there was a way to tell Lois about what she’d seen on TV without sounding jealous. “Ollie’s at a charity event and this reporter was asking where I was. In the meantime, there was a model trying to attach herself to him.” She cringed at the bitterness she couldn’t keep out of her voice.

“Chloe, no one cares what some two bit entertainment talking head who calls herself a reporter has to say and I know you’re not jealous of some random bimbo. Have you talked to Ollie about this?” Lois asked.

“Of course not,” Chloe replied. “I know I’m being absurd and there’s no reason for Ollie to have to listen to it. I’m fine,” she said.

Lois was quiet for a moment. “All right, Chlo, I’m going to give you the older cousin words of wisdom and you’re going to listen to them, okay?” She continued without waiting for Chloe to respond. “I know you’re frustrated and I understand it, but Ollie would do anything for you and vice versa. Your little disappearing act proved that. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks,” she finished.

Chloe nodded even though Lois couldn’t see her and swallowed hard to keep the emotion from seeping into her voice. “Thanks, Lo,” she said quietly.

“You’re welcome,” Lois replied. “I’m always here if you need me and I can be there in the blink of an eye.”

“I know,” Chloe said. Lois was right. It didn’t matter what other people thought. People could speculate and gossip all they wanted. No one was ever going to know Oliver the way that she did. “So what warrants this late night phone call? Flowers again?” she asked.

“Worse,” Lois replied. “Seating charts.”

***

Chloe stirred slightly, automatically reaching out for Oliver in her sleep. When her hand found nothing but cool sheets, she quickly opened her eyes and glanced at the clock. It was a little after eight in the morning. Groaning, she sat up and saw the familiar piece of paper sitting on the nightstand. She reached for it, frowning when she saw that Oliver had left early for the office again.

She crumbled it up and pushed the blankets aside as she tried to figure out how she’d managed to fall asleep and miss him again. She’d gotten home from the paper a little after one and the suit he’d worn to the charity event had been tossed in the dry cleaning bag so she knew he was out patrolling. She’d been determined to wait up for him and the last thing she remembered was sitting down on the couch with a book.

He must have come home, found her sleeping and carried her to bed. Chloe sighed. She appreciated his thoughtfulness, but she really wished he’d woken her up when he’d gotten home. Sighing, Chloe padded toward the bathroom to take a shower. After she got dressed, Chloe flipped on the TV to the local morning program before heading into the kitchen to make her coffee.

“In other news, Oliver Queen was on hand last night at the Reynolds’ Foundation to make a sizable donation to the very worthy cause.”

Chloe glanced over her shoulder at the TV and saw Oliver shaking hands with the host as they both smiled for the cameras. She was really getting tired of looking at her husband through a television screen.

“Thanks for the report, Leslie,” the anchorwoman said as the shot shifted back to the studio. “I can’t help noticing that Mrs. Queen was not in that picture. Did she attend the event?” she asked.

“She did not,” Leslie replied gleefully. The shot shifted again and Chloe recognized her as the reporter who had interviewed Oliver when he’d arrived. “This is the third public event in a row she’s been absent for.”

A frustrated scream bubbled out from Chloe’s throat before she could stop it. That was it. She dumped the coffee into her portable mug, shut off the TV and grabbed her purse on her way out the door. Ten minutes later, she parked her car and made her way into Queen Industries’ main office. She nodded politely at the receptionist as she walked to the elevator and pressed the button for Oliver’s private floor.

Chloe tapped her foot, her eyes impatiently watching the numbers as the elevator climbed higher. When the doors opened, she quickly made her way into the outer office, forcing a smile on her face when Oliver’s assistant looked up from her computer.

“Good morning, Mrs. Queen,” she greeted her. “What are you doing here?”

“Hi Mary,” Chloe replied. She didn’t bother reminding her that she should call her Chloe. “I need to see Oliver. Is he in his office?” she asked.

Mary nodded. “He’s on a conference call right now, but it shouldn’t be too much longer,” she said.

“Thank you,” Chloe replied. She walked into Oliver’s office, closed the door at her back and flipped the small lock into place. His desk was on the opposite side of the spacious room and he was talking animatedly about a new computer system. He looked up when she came in and arched an eyebrow in her direction, clearly confused.

Chloe dropped her purse on the couch and crossed the room to him, bypassing the visitor’s chair completely. She walked around the desk and moved to stand in front of him, forcing Oliver to push his chair back slightly to accommodate her between him and the desk. He kept talking but his eyes were locked on hers and she could see the questions in them. Holding his gaze, Chloe reached for the buttons on her shirt and slowly begin to undo them.

Oliver’s eyes widened almost comically and he stumbled over his words. Covering it with a cough, he tried to get back to the conversation but rational thought had flown right out of his head. Chloe finished unbuttoning her blouse and shrugged it off before reaching back to lower the zipper of her skirt. The material pooled on the floor and she stepped out of it, leaning back against his desk in her lace bra and panties.

“I have to call you back.” Oliver slammed the phone down without taking his eyes off his wife. He swallowed hard to moisten his suddenly dry throat as his eyes skimmed appreciatively over her curves. “What’s going on, Sidekick?” he asked.

“I’m tired of waking up alone,” Chloe replied matter-of-factly. She reached out and undid his tie, carelessly pulling it off and tossing it over her shoulder. “I’m tired of seeing you on the news instead of in person.” She started unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m tired of missing you all the time.” She pushed the shirt down his shoulders and Oliver took the hint and discarded the offending material. “And I’m really tired of people insinuating that I’m a terrible wife.”

Oliver frowned, catching her hands in his before she could unbuckle his belt. Despite her calm tone, he could see how upset she was. “Chloe,” he started.

She shook her head firmly. She didn’t want to talk about it, she wasn’t looking for sympathy. All she wanted was him. “Just kiss me, Ollie.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. He stood from his chair, cupping her cheek in his hand before his mouth captured hers. Sensing that she wasn’t looking for soft kisses or reassuring words, his lips were hot against hers, his tongue quick to move past the seam of her lips to stroke hers.

The feeling of his tongue sweeping over hers sent fresh shockwaves of need through her entire system. Chloe gripped his arms, her fingers digging into his biceps as she tried to pull his body even closer to hers. Oliver’s hands moved to her hips and he lifted her off her feet, setting her on his desk.

As his talented mouth continued to possess hers, Oliver’s hands moved slowly up her body, sliding lightly over her ribs until his fingers brushed against the sides of her breasts. She moaned into his mouth as her desire for him consumed her. Chloe wrapped her legs around his waist forcing his body forward until she could feel his erection pressed against her through his pants. He felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she complained as she arched her hips toward him to try to relieve the ache between her thighs.

“Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you,” Oliver replied. His hands traveled back down her body to her hips and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties. Chloe lifted her hips to help him and Oliver pulled them out of the way before leaning down to cover her mouth with his again.

He sank deeper into her mouth, his tongue exploring every inch of hers. She moaned loudly, reaching up to bury her fingers in his hair. When they both needed air, Oliver pulled back slightly, his dark eyes nearly black with desire as they bore into hers. Reaching for her again, he unhooked her bra and pushed the cups out of his way, his palms closing over her bare breasts.

“You’re so beautiful,” he muttered as his large hands kneaded her breasts as he pressed light kisses against her skin. “I love touching you.”

Chloe arched her back, pushing more of her flesh into his hands as the pulsating between her legs grew more demanding. She shifted restlessly on the desk and with his eyes still on hers; Oliver slipped one long finger into her moist folds and brushing his thumb over her clit at the same time. Her head fell back, her hips bucking toward him uncontrollably as sensation rocketed through her.

“Ollie, please,” she begged. She couldn’t handle it if he kept teasing her much longer.

Smirking, Oliver added a second finger, thrusting in and out of her body as her slick walls began to tighten around him. He leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around her nipple, before pulling back slightly to run his tongue over the hard bud. Chloe cried out and he sucked it into his mouth.

“Ollie,” Chloe panted. Her fingers tightened in his hair, bringing his head down harder on her breast as she felt herself getting closer. He started moving his fingers faster, his thumb finding a merciless rhythm against her clit that had her vision blurring. Chloe whimpered as his touch sent her crashing over the edge.

His mouth switched to her other breast as he continued stroking her lightly, helping her ride out the orgasm. Even as she tried to catch her breath, Chloe slipped her hands between them and undid his belt. His fingers felt wonderful, but they weren’t enough. She wanted all of him. She made quick work of the button and zipper on his pants and slid her hand into his boxers to grip his hardened shaft.

Oliver let out a hiss, lifting his head from her breast to meet her gaze. She leaned forward and pressed her mouth firmly against his, her tongue sliding over his. He groaned softly, reaching down to pull her hand away. He quickly shoved his pants and boxers down, not bothering to take them off. His hands dug into her hips and he yanked her to the edge of the desk.

She gasped when she felt his hardness pressing against her entrance. Chloe automatically lifted her hips toward him, desperate to feel him inside of her. Oliver didn’t hesitate, surging forward, he thrust into her, filling her in a smooth motion. He used all of his control to hold still, watching Chloe as she took a deep breath, trying to adjust to his presence.

It didn’t take long for the pressure to ease as it was replaced by a wonderful feeling of fullness that had Chloe wanting more. “God, Ollie, you feel so good,” she cried.

She clutched his shoulders tightly and lifted her hips again, taking him even deeper into her body. Oliver dropped his mouth to hers as he began to thrust. Chloe moaned and rose up to meet him each time his hips slammed against hers. She was already close again.

“Harder, Ollie,” Chloe pleaded as she gasped for breath.

Her fingernails dug into his skin and Oliver picked up the pace. Her walls were tightening around his cock and he could feel the tingling at the base of his spine as his own orgasm built.

“Come on, Chloe. Come for me,” he urged. He pressed his thumb against her swollen clit and seconds later Chloe cried out as a wave of pleasure washed over her. He thrust into her two again and that was all it took for his own release to hit as her body gripped his cock and milked every drop from him.

***

Oliver ended up back in his chair with Chloe snuggled in his lap, her head tucked under his chin while she lightly caressed his chest. Once his breathing was back to normal, he shifted her slightly and pressed a lingering kiss to her temple. “Why didn’t you tell me you were upset?” he asked quietly.

Chloe kept her eyes focused on his chest as she drew random patterns on his damp skin with her fingertips. “I knew I was being irrational and there was no reason to bother you with it,” she replied.

“We’re a team and I love you,” Oliver reminded her. He tilted her face up so she was forced to meet his gaze. “Chloe, I know things have been crazy since we moved here, but nothing is more important to me than you.” He brushed his lips softly against hers. “I’d give all this up in a heartbeat.”

“I know that and I love you too,” Chloe replied. She shifted slightly so she could see him better. “Ollie, I would never ask you to give anything up for me and I don’t want you to. But I do wish you would wake me up once in awhile.”

“But then you wouldn’t come barging into my office to have your way with me,” Oliver teased. He laughed when her cheeks flushed and rubbed his nose against hers. “Best wife ever.”

“Don’t you forget it,” Chloe replied. Smiling, she rested her head on his chest again and his arms instantly tightened around her. “What’s your schedule like for the rest of the day?” she asked.

“Light,” Oliver replied. “Mary should have no problems canceling it for me.” He stood up with Chloe in his arms and gently set her on her feet before reaching down to pick up their scattered clothes.

“Ollie, you don’t have to do that,” Chloe said.

He frowned as he fixed his pants. “Seriously Sidekick, I’m starting to think you only want me for one thing.” He held up his hand and pointed to his wedding ring. “Does this mean nothing to you?”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Stop being so dramatic,” she said. She held out her hand for her clothes, but Oliver ignored her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her body flush against his.

“Like it or not, you’re stuck with me,” he said.

“I suppose there are worst things in this world,” Chloe teased. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him toward her for a kiss.

The End.