Page 16 of Thanksgiving With Dad's Best Friend

“You don’t want to sleep, Amber,” Flynn growls. “You want me to beg to stay.”

I don’t need to glance at the script to know what the next line is. I raise my eyebrows, feeling completely in the body of Amber. “So why don’t you beg, honey?”

The growl that emits from Flynn sounds so primal that it makes warmth pool between my legs. I want him so badly, but not yet. Not until the script tells us to. It’s a beautiful kind of torture. I stare into his eyes as he remains in character

“Amber…Amber, please. Let’s do this…one more time.”

“Why should I? Why would I choose to stay with you, when I can have any man in this city?” I ask. And part of me is waiting for the answer. It’s a question I want him to answer in the reverse. I want to know why a man like him would want a woman like me. I can see the lust in his eyes. I know I’m not imagining it, and I know it’s not an act.

“Because I give it to you better,” he whispers. “Because I’m a craving you can’t satisfy. I might be desperate for you…but I know you’re desperate for me too.”

I’m breathing hard, waiting for him to make the next move. I know what it is. I know how this scene is supposed to end. He reaches out to cup my cheek, clutching my face hard in his hand.

And then, he leans in and kisses me.

CHAPTER 5

Flynn

Kissing her is such a relief. It’s a release of the tension in my shoulders. It’s a confirmation that everything we’ve been sharing wasn’t just in my head. I know now that this chemistry is real. Because the second our lips touched, my whole body felt like it was being set alight.

I growl against her lips and hold her close. I let my body sink down on top of hers. My hard cock pushes against her pussy and she gasps, wrapping her arms around my neck and intensifying the kiss. Her tongue slides into my mouth and I moan in pleasure. She seems to know what she’s doing, and I like where this is going.

I let go of her face and grasp at her breasts roughly. Her curvaceous body is luscious and tempting. She doesn’t feel as breakable as I expected with her soft personality. She feels ready for this, and she presses her body even closer to mine. My dick is throbbing and I push it even harder against her. I want her so badly. I want to be inside her. But there’s plenty of time. Now that she’s given me a sign, I can have her whenever the fuck I want.

I tear at the ties of her robe, pulling them to expose her body. Her push up bra accentuates the size of her tits and I bury my face between them, kissing the soft skin on her chest. She’s shaking beneath me, moaning with every touch I give her. She grips my hair as I move down her body and I assume it’s to keep me in place, but then she pulls me away from her body. I stare at her in confusion.

“You okay?”

She takes a shuddering deep breath. “We…we shouldn’t be doing this. My father…he’d be heartbroken if he knew what we’re doing right now.”

I smile, leaning in to kiss her stomach. “So…you want me to stop?”

She doesn’t respond, watching me plant kisses on her skin. I grip her hips with my hands and run my tongue over a nipple that’s slipped free from her bra. She gasps again, closing her eyes.

“We shouldn’t…we’ll cause ourselves so much trouble.”

“You’re worth a little trouble,” I growl. The primal animal inside me just wants to fuck her. It’s hard enough holding back without her putting doubt in both our heads. We both know this is inevitable between us. This is meant to happen, and we shouldn’t fight it. There’s a reason we’re being pulled toward each other over and over.

This feels right, even if it’s wrong.

She nervously allows me to continue kissing her body. It feels slow in pace, but just being able to touch her is enough for me right now. I can tell she wants to do this, despite her anxiety about the situation, and the fact that she wants me back has me hard as a rock. I wish she’d let me do more, but patience is a virtue. If I rile her up enough, I know she’ll let me get the sweet release we’ve both been craving.

I slowly move lower down her body. I use my hands to hook her legs over my shoulders, putting me firmly between her legs. I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy and I sense how wet she is. Her body is begging for me, but her words tell another story.

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