Page 66 of The Wrong Quarterback

CASEY

Idon’t know why I did it. Maybe later I’d claim temporary insanity, but right then, I couldn’t stop myself.

I had to kiss him.

Parker was bent over, already eye level. Between the lock of hair falling across his forehead and the fact that his face was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen…

And the fact that I was now single…and heartbroken…

I couldn’t be blamed for leaning forward and softly grazing his lips. Just one kiss—to cure this fire that had been burning inside me since the second I saw him…one kiss.

Except he wasn’t satisfied with only that.

“Finally,” he murmured, his hands coming up to tangle in my hair. He brushed his lips against mine again, softly moaning like just that light touch was going to be the end of him.

This…this was what a kiss was supposed to be like.

Like a whisper turning into a shout. Like colors filling an empty canvas. Like a song coming to life under my fingertips.

This was what a kiss was supposed to spark.

It was supposed to make you feel alive.

Parker gently coaxed my lips apart, his tongue slipping into my mouth, tasting me.

“Fuck,” he growled. “I knew it. I knew it would be like this.”

His kiss turned aggressive, his deep, long licks into my mouth, desperate and dominant.

Every time his tongue slid over mine, a surge of lust sped through my veins.

“Parker,” I whimpered as his lips owned me.

“You taste so good, baby,” he said between wild kisses. “I’m done. Ruined. I need this, every day. Fuck.”

Keeping one hand threaded through my hair, moving me exactly how he wanted, his other hand slid down, pulling me against him so I could feel every inch of him, including what felt like a baseball bat pressing against my stomach.

Holy fuck, his dick was huge.

“Stop thinking, Casey,” he whispered, his hand on my lower back yanking me even closer, so my breasts were smashed against his sculpted chest. He sucked on my tongue, groaning as his hand slid further down and gripped my ass.

“Are you going to be a good girl and let me eat that perfect pussy?” he asked roughly, as his lips slid down my neck, licking and biting in a way that was sure to mark me.

I realized I wanted that. Even though this was only for tonight…for this moment…I wanted physical proof that Parker had been here.

“I want your words, baby,” Parker pressed, and all I could do was moan in response. “Say it, Casey. Tell me you want me to lick that pretty cunt.” He bit down in the space between my neck and my shoulder and I cried out again. “I want you to beg for it,” he growled.

“Please,” I gasped. “Please, please, please.”

His hand came between us, gently massaging my breast as his lips went back to mine. He swallowed my whimpers and moans as he pinched my nipple, my shirt and bra doing nothingto dull the sensation. Parker switched to the other one, and my head fell back.

“Look at you, so responsive. My perfect little fuck toy. But I need more,” he rasped, pushing my shirt up and snapping my bra with one hard tug. My breasts tumbled out, and he lifted and squeezed them together as he stared at them. He touched his thumbs to my nipples, softly rolling them around until pleasure was building in my spine, and I wanted to cry because they felt so sensitive.

My breasts were out…in a public place.

And I thought I might die if he decided to stop right now.

“Do you want me to suck on these sweet little nipples, baby?”

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