Page 157 of Forbidden Game

“I was just admiring the view.” She folds her arms across her chest.

“In the dark?” I shuck off my suit jacket and place it around her shoulders.

She smiles up at me. “It’s gorgeous.”

I look out at the view she seems so enraptured with, noticing for the first time that it’s begun to snow. The moonlight reflects off the light smattering of snow that is sticking to the grass.

Distantly, I can hear the running water of the central garden fountain. It is a sight I am used to; our family has had this estate since I was a young boy, but there is always something about coming home that makes me feel a little more whole.

“Maybe we should stay a little longer.”

I wrap my arms around her, and she leans back into me. Our trip is for two weeks, and we only have a few days left before we head back to the States. I typically always leave after the Boxing Day party, but this trip feels different.

Probably because I have Sydney all to myself here.

“I’d agree if I didn’t think Stevie would bite our heads off for skipping New Year’s.”

“She is planning a banger,” I muse.

The breeze picks up, and Sydney shivers. I run my hands up her arms.

“Come on, let’s head inside. I’ll show you around tomorrow.”

She nods. “I feel like this place is never-ending.”

“Just wait until you see the tennis court.”

I wrap my arm around her shoulders, and we head back into the warmth, her heels clicking quietly on the floor as we make our way through the now quiet house.

“I’ve never played tennis before.”

“Perfect, I love stealing your firsts.”

She snorts. “You haven’t stolen any of my firsts, Parker.”

“You mean someone else stuck their finger in your ass before me?”

She gapes at me, whipping her head around in case anyone overheard. But it is quarter to midnight, and everyone else has already retired to their rooms. Her cheeks flush a strawberry pink as her eyes narrow.

“Parker Covington, seriously?”

She punches me lightly in the chest and takes the staircase two at a time. I jog after her, sweeping her into my arms on the landing and twirling her around.

She lets out a light squeal, and when she looks down at me, it is as if my heart melts.

I tentatively kiss her lips, and she sighs into me.

Our hands don’t leave one another as we stumble into my bedroom. Our clothing falls to the ground as we paw it off, shoes tumbling to the side and lingerie landing on the couch. Sydney’s knees hit the bed, and she tips backward. I kneel on the bed, gripping her plush ass and pushing her farther back as I crawl on top of her.

My cock is heavy with want as I trap her between my knees. She meets me kiss for kiss, sucking and tugging on my lips. My hand slips between our bodies, trailing that slick line of wetness at her center. She groans into my mouth, her hips pitching up.

I slip two fingers into her, and my dick twitches at the feeling of her clenching around me. Her breathing picks up as my fingers move more quickly. She grinds herself against my palm, taking her pleasure. Just as her legs begin to quiver, I pull out.

Her eyes flash open, and I see the silent protest on the tip of her tongue. I reach over and grab a condom from my side drawer, rolling it on before I slam into her.

She sucks in a gasp, her mouth forming the perfect O.

I bring one of her legs to hook around my back as I move rhythmically, pumping in and out.

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