Page 66 of Darling Obsession

“Wait.” I blink up at him. “You came into the bakery? Before that night I served you at Velvet?”

His hands pause in their exploration, his eyes meeting mine. “Yes.”

Oh, boy. How deep does this stalker rabbit hole go?

“When?”

His eyes darken, as if with the memory. “As soon as I was told that you were the one.”

Then he leans down and kisses me. Soft and hot, then deep and scorching. And with so much hunger, I’m soon melting into a tingling, horny mess as he ravages me with his mouth like he wants to swallow me whole.

The whole time, he hovers above me, making me long for his body to press down on mine.

God damn, he knows how to kiss.

How can someone so cold kiss so hot?

I can’t believe I’m here, on his bed, and he’s kissing me like this. I could make out with him like this forhours.

But… what were we talking about?

I find my spine in the puddle I’m rapidly becoming, and force myself to wrench away, because I need to know this shit. “The one… what?”

He draws up above me, and his hands land on my breasts, squeezing. His eyes hold mine, hot with desire. “My perfect, decoy Darla.”

“Um…” I struggle to make words as he massages my breasts, then pinches my now rock-hard nipples through my dress. “Did you really break up with her?”

He pauses the massage, unfortunately. “That’s what you want to talk about right now?”

“I told you about Justin.”

“I already told you I broke up with her.”

“Yeah. But we’ve established that you’re a liar, so…”

His expression darkens warningly, and one hand slides down my body—and over my panties. I quiver as he squeezes my pussy. And when his fingers brush my clit, I jerk involuntarily. My ovaries squeal.

His hand is sowarmthrough the cotton.God, that’s good.

“Careful, Quinn,” he warns. “I like it much better when you say nice things to me.”

When have I ever said nice things to him?

His eyes gleam at me as I try to remember. I think I said it was nice that he got me a job? Maybe I called him handsome at some point…?

Did that go to his head?

That’s probably the last thing anyone needs here.

But I’m melting as he gently massages my pussy through my panties. I swallow, lest I start drooling on his expensive bedspread. My whole body warms as his thumb rubs gently over my clit, back and forth, and I figure he’s earning a compliment.

“Um. Okay…” My voice shakes. “You’re very, very good at that.”

“Thank you.”

“Is Darla really out of your life?”

He scowls, annoyed by the distraction, as he manipulates my clit with focus. “Yes,” he growls, as my eyes roll back in my head.

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