Page 100 of Forbidden Game

I come down from the high, my pussy still pulsing in the aftermath, greedy for more.

Parker removes his fingers, and I lament the loss. He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.

“Mmm, cherries. Just like I expected.”

I snort despite the haze. “That’s a lie.”

“Oh?” He cocks his head and smiles. That damn smile. “You doubt me?”

“My vagina does not taste like cherries, Parker.”

He slips his fingers back into my panties and runs them across my sensitive folds. My clit throbs, and I gasp against the sudden touch.

He pulls them out, two fingers glistening in the midday sun.

“Care to test that theory?” He looks down at me with hooded eyes, and my mouth goes dry.

Every thought exits my brain as I stare at him blankly.

I short-circuit.

And yet I keep my eyes on him as my mouth opens a little wider. He gives me a wicked grin and curls those two fingers into my mouth. I taste myself on him, the slightly salty evidence of just how much this man turns me on.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

His fingers hook against the back of my teeth, and he uses the force to pull me closer to him. My body twists, completely at his mercy. I get lost in the dark depths of his ocean eyes. The carnal desire and want reflected in the waters undo me.

I’ve never felt sexier than in this very moment.

Parker removes his fingers and grips my jaw before crushing me with a kiss. I lose all sense of reality, tasting myself on both of our tongues as I drown in the sensation.

“I didn’t taste like cherries, by the way,” I murmur.

He just laughs, and the sound explodes like sparkles inside me.

“Guess we’ll have to try again. Maybe with my tongue this time?”

And try he does. He flips us over and grins up at me through the V of my legs. Parker feasts on me with his tongue until I’m a sobbing mess completely at his mercy.

We only stop because he worries about my dehydration.

He cradles me on his chest and flips on a new British reality show as we snuggle on the couch. I let myself relax into the evening, smiling at the comfort he brings.

My ray of sunshine.

TWENTY

PARKER

“They’re on our right,” I shout into my mic. “Right. Right. Stop heading straight, fuckface. Are you even listening to me? What the fuck, seriously?”

I am going to murder someone.

Hopefully the enemy, but at this rate it is looking like I might kill my teammate instead.

We are down by four kills, and there are only three minutes left of the round.

The odds aren’t looking great, but I refuse to give up. I just need this fucking noob to get his shit together.

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