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[2 Broke Girls] Ch: 190 [Did You and Mommy Have a Sleepover?]
🕑 Added 2025-09-17 18:41:01 +0000 UTCChloe woke first.
Her lashes fluttered, and for a moment she lingered in the hazy edge of sleep before awareness sank in. The first thing she noticed was warmth, a heavy steady warmth beneath her. Her cheek rested on Alex's chest, her ear pressed against the faint rhythm of his heartbeat. Her leg was slung lazily over his waist, her body tangled with his, skin to skin. The air in the room was thick with the faint musk of the last night, the unmistakable scent of sweat and sex clinging to the sheets.
She breathed in softly, her lips brushing against his skin, and realized how rare it was for her to feel this relaxed. Her muscles felt loose, her body both sated and somehow still alive with energy. Sticky, yes, but in a way that carried the memory of heat and closeness, of giving in without restraint.
Lifting her head slightly, she pressed a gentle kiss to his chest, her lips lingering before she pushed herself upright. The morning light crept in through the half-closed curtains, spilling across the bed in thin golden strips. It illuminated his body stretched across the sheets, the sharp lines of muscle, the faint shadows across his abdomen, the curve of his jaw softened by sleep.
For a second, she just looked at him. He was devastating even like this, hair tousled, lips faintly parted, one arm draped across the pillow as though he had not a care in the world. The thought almost made her laugh. He was Alex Wilson, and yet here he was, sprawled out in her bed like any other man.
'Mhmm~ I could get used to this,' She thought with a smile.
She swung one leg carefully over the side of the bed when suddenly his hand caught her wrist. His grip was firm but not restraining, just enough to stop her from slipping away.
Before she could say anything, he tugged, pulling her back onto him with an easy motion. She landed on his chest again, a soft laugh escaping her lips, and this time his eyes opened. Her boobs pressed against his chest. A smile curved his lips as he looked at her, his thumb brushing her knuckles lazily.
"Good morning," he said, his voice low, still rough with sleep.
Chloe tilted her head, her hair falling across her shoulder as she looked at him with mock suspicion. "Good morning? After the way you kept me up last night, you should be saying sorry first."
Alex's smile widened slightly, a spark of amusement lighting his face. "Sorry? That didn't sound like complaining last night."
She rolled her eyes but her mouth betrayed her with a faint grin. "That's because I was too busy… you know… not complaining."
He chuckled softly, sliding his hand up to the small of her back and keeping her pressed against him. "You're welcome then."
Her laugh was softer this time as she leaned down and kissed him. The kiss was unhurried, almost lazy, the kind of kiss that belonged to mornings where time did not matter. His lips and tongue moved against hers with the same easy rhythm, and when she pulled back, her forehead rested lightly against his.
"You're impossible," she whispered, though there was no real bite in her words.
"Impossible?" he repeated, feigning offense. "I gave you the best strip show of your life last night. That deserves at least a little appreciation."
Chloe laughed, the memory flashing in her head, and shook her head against his. "You were ridiculous. Half the time I didn't know if I was supposed to laugh or bite my lip."
"Hopefully both," he murmured, kissing her again. His hand slid down her spine, warm against her bare skin, and she shivered despite the heat between them.
Pulling back slightly, she slid on the side and propped herself on her elbows, studying his face. "You know what I think?"
"What?"
"That confidence of yours is both your greatest strength and your most annoying flaw."
He smirked. "Only one flaw? I'll take it."
She kissed the corner of his mouth before sitting up again, stretching her arms over her head. Alex's eyes followed the line of her shoulders, her curves, every detail laid bare in the morning glow.
"You're staring," she teased, catching him in the act.
"Of course I am," he replied without shame. "Look at you."
Chloe shook her head, trying to fight a smile. "You're incorrigible."
"Maybe," he said. "But you're the one who cuffed me to the bed last night. I think that makes you the real danger here."
Her laugh came louder this time. "Fair point. But you enjoyed it."
His grin turned slow and wicked. "Every second."
Silence settled again for a beat...
Chloe shifted slightly, brushing a strand of hair from her face, then glanced at the sheets. "We're sticky," she admitted with a laugh, wrinkling her nose. "Like… really sticky."
Alex raised a brow. "And whose fault is that?"
She gave him a look. "You know very well whose fault it is."
He chuckled and reached up to brush his thumb along her jaw. "Then I'd say the solution is obvious. We should take a bath."
Chloe smiled, the idea sparking something playful in her eyes. "A bath, huh?"
"Together," he added, his voice dropping deliberately, his smirk tugging wider.
Her smile spread, bright and unguarded. "Yes. We should take a bath. Together."
She leaned down, kissed him once more, slow and lingering, before sliding off the bed at last and making her way to the bathroom.
Alex's eyes followed her every step.
"You're staring again," she said over her shoulder, her voice light with amusement.
"And I'll keep staring until you tell me to stop," he replied, throwing the sheet off himself and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
Chloe laughed softly, shaking her head as she walked out of the room.
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[Bathtub]
The water lapped softly against porcelain, steam curling lazily in the air. Chloe leaned back against Alex’s chest, her shoulders melting into him as the warmth seeped into every muscle. His arms rested loosely around her waist, and every now and then he pressed a kiss against her neck.
“Mm,” she sighed, closing her eyes. “I could fall asleep right here.”
“You could,” Alex murmured, his lips brushing the crown of her head. “But then you’d wake up with wrinkled skin, and I’m not taking the blame for that.”
She chuckled under her breath, tilting her head slightly toward him. “You’d still find a way to call me beautiful.”
“I would,” he admitted without hesitation. “Wrinkled fingers, soap bubbles on your nose, doesn’t matter. Still beautiful.”
Her laugh was soft, and she let herself sink further into him. His hands moved up slowly, catching her shoulders, and then slid down her back in long, practiced strokes. The pressure increased, firm but careful, his thumbs finding the tense knots near her spine.
Chloe let out a startled groan. “God, don’t stop. Where did you learn that?”
“Trade secret,” he said smoothly. “Pressure points. Loosen the tension, reset the flow. Hollywood makes you pick up all kinds of tricks.”
She murmured, nearly melting under his touch. “You could make a killing as a masseuse.”
“Not interested,” he said, his thumbs pressing another knot free. “My magic fingers are reserved only for my girls.”
She tilted her head back, enough to glance at him with a smile tugging at her lips. “Keep this up and I might keep you on retainer.”
“I wouldn’t complain,” he replied.
They sat like that for a while, the silence broken only by water shifting as he washed her arms and shoulders, and her fingers lazily tracing circles along his forearm. At one point she turned just enough to kiss him, quick at first, then lingering. The heat threatened to stir between them again, but Chloe broke it with a laugh, pushing his chest lightly. She could feel his cock hardening around her butt cheeks.
“Don’t,” she warned, grinning. “If we start again, I’m never making it to work. I already got maybe three hours of sleep last night.”
He smirked. “So I was too much for you.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she shot back. “I just have to function like a human being today.”
“Fine,” he said with mock resignation. “But tonight, no excuses.”
“Tonight,” she agreed, kissing him once more before sitting forward and reaching for the sponge.
Together they finished washing, playful nudges and stolen kisses breaking up the rhythm until at last the water cooled and they decided it was time to get out. Towels wrapped around them, they went back into her room. Chloe dressed quickly in her detective attire: shirt, blazer, slim trousers. She dried her hair with a hair dryer and pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, slipping into the familiar armor of professionalism.
Alex put his clothes on. He leaned against the dresser, watching as she clipped her holster to her belt.
“You switch from lingerie to detective mode way too fast,” he teased.
“Gotta get into the groove,” she replied, buttoning her cuffs. “I have two important cases today."
Once dressed, they moved to the kitchen. Chloe reached for the eggs, but Alex was already beside her, rolling up his sleeves.
“You’re helping?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Of course,” he said. “What kind of man would I be if I didn’t help my beautiful girlfriend?”
“Mm. Alright."
They moved easily together, an unspoken rhythm settling between them. Chloe diced vegetables while Alex worked the pan, their conversation light, filled with little jokes and nudges. The domesticity of it was startlingly natural, as though this morning had happened a hundred times before instead of once.
Just as Chloe set plates on the counter, the doorbell rang.
She glanced at the clock, then at him. “That’s probably Dan. He’s dropping Trixie off before his shift.”
Alex wiped his hands with a towel, his expression unreadable for a moment before settling into calm composure. “Dan?”
“Yeah. My ex-husband,” Chloe confirmed, walking toward the door. “And Trixie.”
She went over and opened the door after looking through the spy hole. Dan stood there in his LAPD uniform, Trixie bouncing happily beside him with her backpack slung over one shoulder.
“Morning, Chloe,” Dan said with a tired but friendly smile. “Sorry to barge in early, but I’ve got the morning shift.”
“No problem,” Chloe said warmly.
“Mom!” Trixie beamed, running inside and wrapping her arms around Chloe’s waist. Chloe hugged her tightly before straightening.
That was when Trixie noticed Alex, standing by the counter, sleeves rolled up, a spatula still in his hand. She blinked, tilting her head. “Who’s that?”
Chloe replied. “That’s Alex.”
Alex set the spatula down, stepping forward with an easy smile. “Nice to meet you, Trixie. Your mom’s told me a lot about you.”
"Wait! You are the Alex? The comics and chocolate guy? You gave me ninja turtles?" Trixie inquired.
"Yep!" He stopped before her and bent on his knees. "That's me."
To Alex’s surprise, Trixie flung her little arms around his neck, squeezing him tight.
“Thank you for all the toys! And the comics. And the chocolates! You’re the best!” she said, her words tumbling out in one breath.
Alex froze for a beat, caught completely off guard. He glanced up at Chloe, who looked like she was trying very hard not to laugh. Slowly, awkwardly, he patted Trixie’s back. “Uh… you’re welcome.”
Trixie pulled away, beaming. Then her eyes darted between him and her mom, her little face scrunching with sudden curiosity.
“Wait,” she said, her voice loud and earnest. “Did you and Mommy have a sleepover?”
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AN: Sorry for the cliff. Electricity went off before I could complete lol. So, I decided to upload it since the chapter is big enough. Next one, no cliff, promise.]
Comments
Daniel
The Cliffhanger is Deadly. DAmn
CkLance
Yes, yes they did have a 'sleepover'. 🗿
