Page 95 of Forbidden Game

The kiss is soft and slow, like pouring honey, and just as sweet.

My hands tangle in her hair as I cup her neck and draw her closer to me. Her chest presses against mine, her breasts flush against me as our breathing increases.

She mewls into me, and the sound has my cock hardening.

God, I’m down bad for this girl.

She could ask me for anything, and I would get on my knees as her loyal knight to do her bidding.

I trail my hands down to the globes of her ass and haul her onto my lap. Her ankles cross behind my back, and I groan at the feeling of her sweet cunt pressed against me.

Our slow and soft kisses descend into a fevered madness as we claw at each other with growing want. My hips rock up, my need for her clear.

She pulls back, panting. “I’m still not ready for that.”

“Don’t worry about that, love. You’re still recovering, and I need you in top shape when I finally fuck you. Wouldn’t want to rip you to shreds on our first go.”

“Big talk.”

“Big dick.”

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t deny it. I laugh, taking her into another heady kiss, memorizing the taste of her.

I place another quick kiss on her lips before rolling us flat on the bed. It takes a second for us to get the sheets fixed, but eventually she is snuggled in my arms.

I’m absolutely buzzing right now.

She molds perfectly to me, and there is not a doubt in my mind.

This girl was made for me.

NINETEEN

SYDNEY

I wake up in the morning to an empty bed, and I panic.

Was everything just some fever-fueled hallucination?

I’d finally come to terms with my feelings only to imagine blurting them out to Parker?

Granted, it could have gone a lot more smoothly than it did, but…Parker and I are anything but smooth. Our relationship is a roller coaster, and there is no telling the highs or lows. But it is a relationship, that is undeniable.

I fling off my duvet and jump to my feet. The world sways, and little black dots fill my vision. I sink back and sit on my bed for a few seconds to collect myself.

A clink sounds, and I look up through my open bedroom door to see my apartment door opening.

The air whooshes out of my chest as I see my blond Adonis walk in. Parker hasn’t changed, still wearing that causal outfit combination. Still effortlessly attractive.

He looks up and smiles when he sees me.

“How are you feeling, love?”

My heart flips over the term of endearment. One that he has always used for me but feels just that little bit more special now.

“A lot better.”

He drops the white paper bag he is carrying on the kitchen counter and comes over to envelop me in a large hug. I instinctively nuzzle into his chest.

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