Page 38 of Resisting Temptation

“Then you’re mine for the night.” His voice is low and gravelly and holds a determined edge that tells me he’s not really messing around with me. He’s serious.

Staring up at him, I get momentarily lost in his eyes. He set this all up so I would come over here tonight. It’s a messed-up thought. He knows me so well. He knew how angry I would be when I found him gone. I’m screwed either way. I could just walk away, leave poor Roger here hostage and buy myself a new rabbit first chance I can. That would be the safest option. But this is a matter of principle; I want what he stole back. “There is no way you can get me off as fast as Roger, he’s very efficient.”

His smile reaches his dimples. “How long, baby? You tell me a time, and I promise you I’ll have you screaming my name before it’s up.”

My heart races at the thought. “Three minutes max.” I raise a challenging brow, my eyes still locked with his.

With a confident smile, he sits down on the end of his bed. He runs his hands across my body, gliding them over my ass before pulling my sweater off, followed by gliding my flannel pajama bottoms down my legs, leaving me in just my silky shorts and camisole with the lace trim. He studies me with way too much warmth in his gaze.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not going to let you win,” I whisper, but we both know this is dangerous territory. He’s the only guy who can really bring me undone. When I have my alone time with Roger, it’s Noah I fantasize about. Roger was the first thing I bought myself when he dumped me. He was a screw-you to Noah. An I don’t need a man in my life, I can have it all without one. But every damn time I get Roger out, it’s his damn face I fantasize about.

His hands slide over the silky fabric of my remaining clothes, and he sucks in a breath like he’s trying to control himself. “Keep telling yourself that while you come over here and sit on my face.” His thumbs hook into my silky shorts, and they drop to the floor.

I find myself unable to move and struggling for air. A delicious shiver runs over me, threatening to destroy me. His dirty words do things to me they shouldn’t. He takes off his watch and sets a timer then hands it to me. “Three minutes, right?”

“Yes, but…” I haven’t agreed to anything yet. If I do this, he’s going to destroy me, and he knows it.

“Let me get you off. What’s the worst that can happen? I fail and you and Roger skip happily home together to finish off the job without me.”

“That’s the best-case scenario,” I mutter, frightened.

He chuckles playfully, then lies back on the bed, guiding me with him, moving me so my legs are spread over his face. “Start the timer, baby.”

Oh, dear God, please save me. My finger presses the button and time starts racing. Immediately his lips are on me, licking through my folds, soft at first, then he picks up the tempo, swirling his tongue in a way that makes me feel weak. My body folds forward, gripping the comforter for support. One hand still clutching his watch like it’s my lifeline, my only chance out of this torture that’s not torture at all. It’s heaven. His tongue is magic and knows its way around my needy pussy so much better than Roger ever could. I feel his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my ass cheek as he pulls me onto him, his stubble scratching the inside of my legs. I close my eyes, trying to keep control over my body. I have to fight this. There is no way I can let him win.

Popping open an eye, I check the timer. “One minute gone,” I tell him, trying not to give away how turned on I am by what he’s doing to me. I only have to last two more. I can do this.

His tongue finds my clit as he pushes a finger inside of me. An involuntary moan escapes my lips. Oh, dear God, this feels so damn good. I moan again as he follows quickly with a second, twisting his fingers in a way he knows is getting my G-spot, sending me into a frenzy, but I try controlling my breathing. He’s not going to win, no matter what. I’m the one in complete control of my orgasms, not him.

“Two minutes gone,” I taunt him, pleased he’s running out of time. But he doesn’t panic. Casually his tongue flicks over my clit, and he changes the pressure, sucking hard then easing off. It’s a deadly combination, sending shock waves over my skin. I have to focus all my attention on the timer counting down.

“Twenty seconds left,” I murmur, not able to talk properly anymore I’m so close. I just need to hold on a little longer.

He chuckles against my lady parts, the thrum vibration turning me on even more. Then his thumb moves lower, coating my puckered hole with my juices. Oh fuck no. He pushes in his thumb and my body convulses on cue. “Noah,” I cry angrily, unable to help it as a mammoth wave of euphoria ripples through me. My body crumples, and I give into the high, riding his face shamelessly as he laps me up. The shrill bleep of the timer going off fills the air, but he doesn’t stop. He just keeps right on eating me, licking me, fingering my hole until I stop writhing over him and collapse, my body spent. Happy. Fulfilled. Defeated.

He places soft kisses everywhere then lifts me and seats me on the bed next to him. A boneless mess.

I blink back at him as he brushes my hair away from my eyes. “You cheated,” I murmur, devastated that he knows my body so well. I should have known he wouldn’t play fair. When has he ever?

“Did I? Maybe I just know you better than Roger.” He crawls over me, and I stare up at him. I couldn’t have left now even if Ididn’t just lose a bet. Despite knowing it’s a mistake, I still desire him intensely. I run a hand through his hair then lightly down his chest. How can I be so utterly infatuated with a man I hate?

Chapter 22

Noah

She had to know I would take things into my own hands. It’s pure torture having her so close but out of reach. My lips meet hers, and she relaxes into my kiss. “Roger can join us if you want. Just so he’s not left out,” I say cheekily when I pull back from her.

Her eyes go wide, and I know she’s remembering the scorching night we shared that summer. It was the hottest night of my life. “What exactly do you have in mind?”

I raise a challenging brow. I have her with me all night, and I intend to make it a night she won’t forget. “A bit of fun. If you’re up for it.”

She smiles, a relaxed genuine smile, the first I have seen in so fucking long. This is the old Paisley I know. “You know I can’t say no to an offer like that.”

I press kisses down her clavicle till I make it to her tits, sucking her nipple through the silky fabric. Then I tug it over her head so I can get my mouth on her soft skin, drawing her nipples into stiff peaks. Frantically, she raises her body off the bed to meet me. Her hurried hands reach for me, palming my cock through my sweatpants. I strip them off in a rush, wanting nothing between us. Her hands land right back on my cock, and she wraps her fingers around my length and strokes me up and down, sending a thrill right through me.

“Condom,” she breathes.

“Bedside table,” I tell her, running my tongue around her nipple.

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