Page 35 of Sinful Attraction

I pull away only long enough to strip off my shirt, then pause in surprise as I see her unbuckling my belt. She’s up on her knees naked, her body gleaming in the good living room lights, and her eyes have a fire in them that intrigues me.

“Lie back,” she tells me.

I lie back on the broad leather couch and let her unfasten my belt and my jeans and pull them off of me. She finds the condoms and opens one, then clambers onto my thighs with the rubber inhand. “I want to make you feel good,” she murmurs, and I catch my breath.

She rolls the rubber onto me slowly, her fingers sliding tenderly over my dick while I struggle to get a full breath. “God, baby,” I groan, and she smiles a little more before going up on her knees again to straddle me.

I watch her settle over my aching length for as long as I can until I finally groan and close my eyes, thrusting up into her. She gasps softly and starts riding me, her low, sweet panting mixing with the soft smack of our bodies bouncing against each other.

I’m not used to being ridden. It rubs me in ways I haven’t felt before, and God, it’s nice to be able to use both hands on her. I can play with those gorgeous breasts of hers as much as I want. I can rub her clit without having to fit my hand between us. Her slow grind builds up my excitement gradually while she excites herself shimmying and rubbing against me.

Soon, we’re both panting and clutching at each other. I grip the cheeks of her ass and arch up into her as she dances over me. She rubs her breasts against my chest. Her nails are in my shoulders, the sting just sweetening each fresh wave of pleasure.

I hear a man’s voice shouting blissfully and realize it’s me a second before she moans in my ear and starts contracting around me. I push in deep and hear her crying, “Yes, yes...” as I explode.

I can’t see. My heartbeat bangs away in my ears, and my voice is a hoarse, animal groan, and cum blasts out of me again and again until I’m completely spent. I relax under her, and she barely catches herself with her hands before settling over me with a soft whimper.

I bury my nose in her hair and hold her gently, struggling to catch my breath. “Oh, baby,” I murmur in her ear when I can speak again. “That felt so fucking good.”

“I’ve... never done that before,” she admits, muttering into my neck.

“I’m just glad... you decided to try it with me,” I manage as I struggle against the urge to drowse. I still need to get rid of the damn condom.

“Me too.” She yawns and then shivers with delight as I pet my hand down her bare back. “Oh... oh. Me too.”

Chapter 16

Arya

“Shit,” I mutter as I lean against the wall under the cold shower spray.

I was supposed to fake interest in Michael to keep him wrapped around my finger. And okay, mission accomplished, except that I’m not faking.

I’ve started giving a shit about him in ways that go beyond basic human decency. I’ve already come to terms with being attracted to him, and I’m trying to come to terms with the amazing sex. But last night, in his arms, I slept deep and peacefully, and when I woke, I didn’t want to get up.

So, here I am, swearing under my breath in his shower again, knowing that I’ve screwed up.

Knowing as well that it will probably happen again.

Did you catch feelings? You did, didn’t you?

I frown. It’s not even three days since we first slept together. It’s too soon to be catching feelings. Maybe I’m just lonely. Maybe I’m just vulnerable with all the shit that’s going on.

At least it looks like I’m not the only one.

My heart pounds, and my head swirls with worry. If I can’t bring myself to take my revenge on this guy, what does it say about me? That I’ll let men walk all over me like Dad has done his best his whole life. That I’ll take good dick over getting myself some justice.

“I can’t live with myself if I do that,” I whisper. I need to protect my reputation and pride. If I let Michael walk on me, other men, on and off the Net, will think I’m weak like that.

But I don’t want to hurt him.I am starting to feel guilty at the very thought.

I’ve got to find a way to rethink all of this so that I come out on top without doing anything I can’t live with. He’s my rival, in the end, not my enemy.

Or at least, he wasn’t until our parents got involved.

It was actually pretty hot to hear him say he wanted to punch my dad. I shouldn’t think that, but... I kind of want to punch my dad, too, at this point.

Hell, at this point, I want to wear a red minidress to his funeral, which is another reason not to be at my parents’ place right now.

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