The Woman, The Diamond and The Retired Man. (Nate, Chloe. Cheating. Series.)

Nate leaned back on his sofa, a bowl of spaghetti in his left hand, the TV remote in the other. Flicking the TV on, he shifted through a few channels before settling on BBC America. He rested back, and watched two episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation, when he heard a knock at the door. Nate raised an eyebrow and checked his watch, 10:27 PM, Elena wasn't due back from Brazil for another two days. "Sam?" He shouted towards the door. "Guess Again?" A female Australian voice responded, a voice Nate knew all too well.

Nate rolled his eyes and moved to the door, opening it and looking down at the dark haired, dark skinned woman. "I'm retired." He said, bluntly and plainly. Chloe smiled up at him brightly, "What's that supposed to me?" She asked. "Can't a girl visit an old friend without an ulterior motive?" She asked, hands on her hips.

Nate gave her a blank, unimpressed look, and walked away from the door, leaving it open for her. "Guess I can come in then." She said, chuckling, and walking in behind Nate, shutting the door. "What'd you want Chloe?" Nate asked, shutting off the TV and grabbed his bowl to bring it to the sink. "Married life seems to suit you." Chloe told him.

Nate leaned against the sink and crossed his arms against his chest. "Chloe..." He said, sighing. "Nate..." She mocked, putting her arms behind her back, thrusting her chest forward and seductively moving towards Nate. "It's just a quick job... Probably." She said, biting her lip as she came to a stop a few inches away from him. "Not interested." Nate told her flatly, and ducked around her. "You don't even know what it is!" Chloe complained. "I don't care what it is. Look, I'm retired, go to Charlie, Sam, Sully. Anyone. But. Me." Nate retorted. "The Florentine Diamond." Chloe said, staring at the back of Nate's head. Nate froze in his tracks. "What?" He asked, not turning around.

"The Florentine Diamond." Chloe repeated. Nate turned and looked at her, shaking his head. "It was lost after World War 1. No one knows where it is." Chloe smirked, it was the type of smirk that a man would kill to see. "And I've held it in my hand." Chloe said, holding out her hand as if she were holding it now. "It was right there Nate, right in my palm." Chloe said, clenching her fist. "So what happened?" Nate asked, then shook his head, waving his hands in the air. "No, no, no, I don't care, I don't care!" He said, moving into the living room and plonking down on the sofa, staring at the black screen of the TV, just focusing on not listening to Chloe.

Chloe moved around him, kneeling in front of him on the floor, she rested her hands on his knees. Nate looked down at her, his breathing heavy. "Nate... We're talking millions here." She said, looking desperately at him. "I-I can't..." He said, looking away from her. "Why? Because of the blonde?" She snorted. "That 'blonde' is my wife." Nate said, not as angrily as he should have. "Still..." Chloe remarked, her hands slowly sliding up his thighs. "...She's not here." Nate's hands moved to hers, and held them still. "No. Chloe." He said, firmly, she looked up at him.

"Where is she?" Chloe asked. "Brazil..." Nate told her. "...She... She's researching a story." Chloe chuckled. "So she's allowed to run around the world doing whatever she wants, but you have to stay here, shackled to your stove?" Chloe asked, raising her eyebrows. "I guess I see who wears the pants in your relationship. Thought you were more of a man than that, Drake." Chloe said, standing up, but Nate reached forwards and grabbed her arm. "And what's that supposed to mean?" He asked, frowning.

Chloe shrugged. "I just mean, I bet you let her do whatever she wants to do, don't you?" She asked. "And what's wrong with that?!" Nate argued, defensively . "Nothing!" Chloe said, shaking her head. "Nothing at all... So long as she let's you do whatever you want to do." She raised her eyebrow at him, and watched as his face fell, he looked down at the ground and she could see his cogs turning. "She doesn't decide what I can and can't do." Nate said, mainly to himself.

"Doesn't she? So you don't want to travel the world, beating the bad guys..." She said, and he nodded. "I do." He said while she spoke.

"...fighting for history, getting shot at, feeling the adrenaline..."

"I miss it."

"...Living the adventure..."

"Yeah."

"...Doing whatever you want, whenever you want..."

"YEAH!"

"Kiss me!"

Nate pulled her down and kissed Chloe deeply, their tongues intertwined with one-another, tasting each other in their kiss. Until Nate broke the kiss, his eyes wide, staring at Chloe who simply smiled back. "I-I don't want... I didn't... I can't..." But he felt her fingers on his lips. "Shhh, quiet Drake... You do want this..." She said, reaching down and feeling his penis through his pants. "... I can feel it." She said, his member growing hard under the fabric.

Nate shook his head slowly, while she stimulated him through his jeans. "Chloe..." He said in protest, but made no move to stop her. His eyes closed while she reached up and unbuttoned his pants, unzipping them slowly and pulled them down. "Hmmm... I've missed this cock." Chloe told him, Nate seemed to be refusing to say anything or to even look at her. Chloe moved up his body and whispered into his ear. "Looks just as tasty as the last time I had it." She rested one leg on the sofa and spun round, allowing her lower half to hang over the arm rest of the Sofa, her torso rested half on Nate and half on the sofa itself. "God Nate, do you remember the last time? We had to be soooo quite because Sullivan was sleeping in the other bed." She reminisced, and took his cock into her mouth.

She sucked his cock while he moaned, looking away from her, a feeling of guilt filling his every being... But it was quickly getting replaced by a feeling of ecstasy from his groin. Chloe's head bobbed up and down on his member, taking his cock into her mouth and letting it poke the back of her tight throat, but purposefully not deep-throating him. Her drool slowly began to seep from her mouth and smear down his shaft. She pulled her mouth back till there was nothing but the tip of his dick in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around his tip, tasting his precum.

Nate was grunting, not in pleasure, but trying to stop himself from showing her how much he was loving it, how much he wanted to do everything... How much he loved her. "Chl... Chloe... Chloe.... Please..." Nate pleaded, but she didn't stop, she moved her tongue faster, sucked on his dick harder. "CHLOE!" He shouted, and she felt him tense in his cock. Quickly, she spun round onto her knees in front of him, and pulled the cock from her mouth, grabbing it firmly in her right hand and stroked him quickly.

"Do it Nate, do it! Spunk all over my fucking whoreish face!" She begged, she always knew just what to say, just how to get him to unload his largest loads. "Cum over me, show me how much more you love me than that Blonde Skanking Bitch! I would let you do anything you want to me, to my body! I bet she doesn't even blow you! The bitch! The Whore! Cum for me! Cum for me, Nate! I want it! I love it! I neeeed..." And he exploded, shooting his cum all over her face, coating her in his first orgasm in three weeks. She slowly stopped stroking, milking him for every drop. "Good boy..." She said, smiling, and with her middle finger slid some of his cum off her face, and into her mouth. "...Oh Christ..." She said. "... Better than I remember..." She winked at him, and he almost growled at her. "Fine!" He said, annoyed. "I'll help you!" Chloe beamed at him, and hugged his cock. "Thank you, Drake." She said, and kissed the shaft of his cock. "You won't regret it."