Page 44 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

And my mouth is desperate for him.

“You’re going to have to walk around for the rest of the night…” I stroke my hand up and down him. “Knowing that your cock belongs to me.”

Trevor lets out a shaky exhale. “Does it?”

“Tonight, it does.”

He swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing.

I start to undo the front of his pants to get access to him, but he catches my wrist.

I frown, diverting my eyes back to his.

“Iris,” His voice is calm, yet daunting. “What are we doing here?”

I maintain his gaze while palming him, reminding him what I want. “We’re having sex.”

“I know, but–”

I find the head of his cock with my thumb. There’s a bead of precum dampening the fabric of his briefs.

A groan rumbles at the back of his throat, his eyes fluttering shut. “Iris, I have to finish what I’m going to say.”

“So, finish it.” I smirk.

To my surprise, Trevor wraps his hand around my chin and presses a kiss to my lips. Soft and supple. Nothing like the heated passion of minutes ago.

“Just sex,” he says. “I don’t want to get confused.”

“Confused?” I quirk an eyebrow, allowing my hand to breach the safety of his underwear, my hand flush to his cock.

“Iris,” he says my name in a short way, and it makes me uneasy. “Tell me it’sjust sex.”

I lean in and kiss his jaw. “It’s just sex, Trevor.”

“It’s just sex,” he echoes with an affirming nod.

“This is just sex.” This time I need to hear it for me.

Because I’m not immune to the way Trevor still makes me feel. I mean, he was supposed to be the love of my life. My future husband, future father of my children, the man who I was going to grow old with.

It’s probably foolish to think anything isjustanything between us.

But it’s Christmas and I’mhereand we’re horny and I’m going back to Seattle in a matter of days.

Just sex. It’s just sex.

“Just sex,” I say once more, quietly.

Trevor doesn’t say anything. In fact, his expression is indiscernible.

So, I kiss him. His lips, his cheek, his jaw, the front of his neck. I have kissed every part of this man. And now, I know I’m not welcome toeverypart of him as I used to be. I’ll take advantage of what parts Iamwelcome too.

I lower myself to my knees before him, pulling his pants down to reveal his cock. I stroke it, up and down.

He fits into my hand so perfectly. Familiar. More familiar than I’d like him to be.

Trevor groans.

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