Page 56 of House of Desire

“Wanna make out?”

Her blunt question has my thumb pressing the pause button. I turn on the couch and give her every ounce of my attention.

“I’ve wanted to do that since I knocked on the door. Earlier was not even close to enough, but I figured pouncing on you again would be a little overzealous,” I tell her.

“I wouldn’t have minded.”

“The food would have gotten cold.”

She shifts on the couch, moving toward me. With a question in her eyes, she puts a hand on my shoulder, forcing me to turn away from her so she can straddle my lap.

“Is this okay?” she asks, settling her weight onto my legs. My hands go to her ass and drag her over my hard dick. She rocks against me again, this time without my help, and I groan.

“Does that answer your question?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she whispers, staring at my mouth.

“Good.”

I tangle my fingers in her hair, pulling her full mouth down to mine. She tastes lightly of the cookies and cream she had while we watched the slasher flick earlier. Every time I kiss her, she tastes of sugar and chocolate and I become more and more addicted.

Her tongue runs across my bottom lip.

Tentative.

Seeking.

But that just won’t do. Changing my grip, I angle her face. Her lips part, welcoming me as I delve deep inside, our tongues tangling in passion and need. Anya moans into my mouth and I release her hair, running my hand down her back, pressing her to me.

As my hand finds her ass once more, I give her a smack.

She pulls back, both of us panting.

“So, you thought dinner getting cold was more important?”

“I’m an idiot with no excuse,” I say before I dive back in, lifting her slightly and pressing her back to the seat of the couch, settling between her legs.

“Parker, wait,” she says, squirming, and I push back off her immediately, sitting on my haunches, looking down at her.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“No, I’m okay, I just,” she stutters, “I don’t—”

“It’s okay,” I say, running my hand on the outside of her calf, reassuringly. “We’ll go as far as we are both comfortable with. No further.”

“I knew you’d understand. I just wanted to say it.”

“Just tap me,” I say as I settle back over her, her thighs tightening around my hips.

“Kiss me,” she begs.

“Yes, ma’am,” I respond as I take her swollen lips once more, knowing she’s the one I have to pick at the finale.

My palms are sweating, breathing shallow.

“The cameras are ready. Just to recap, she will show you three rings for each woman based on their answers to the questions during the application process.

“You have to look through all of them and pick one for each woman. We will have both available tomorrow in case you change your mind on who you’re picking,” Philip says, tapping away at his phone, oblivious to my panic. “Are you ready?”

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