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I swallow before finally asking, “Would I be a bad person if I said a distraction? Would you feel used if I said a distraction?”
She studies me for a moment with a soft and thoughtful expression. The silence stretches between us, but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s filled with understanding, compassion, and something else. Something deeper.
“No,” she finally says with a shake of her head. “I wouldn’t feel used. That’s what part of this arrangement is for, right?”
Before I can come up with a response, she pushes up onto her tiptoes and presses her lips against mine.
Chapter nineteen
Chloe
In that moment, while standing in front of the man I’ve grown to care for more than I ever thought possible, all I want to do is help ease his mind and make him forget, at least for a little while. His lips are soft against mine, seeking solace and comfort, and I’m all too willing to give it to him. Parker needs me right now, and I’m glad to be the one who can be here for him.
His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer as if afraid I might slip away. He deepens the kiss, and his tongue slides into my mouth with a groan that sets my whole body on fire. All thoughts of Bethany and his family are pushed to the back of my mind as I savor the feel of his warmth enveloping me.
He breaks the kiss first, panting slightly as he looks into my eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to think…”
I silence him with a finger against his lips. “Shh, it’s okay. I don’t want you to overthink this.”
I pull him back down to me, and our lips meet again. Immediately, this second kiss is more demanding. More insistent. It’s as if he’s shedding the last of his hesitation and deciding to give into the desire that seems to always be burning between us. I pull him toward the couch and push him down onto the cushions.
Straddling his hips, I press my body against his, feeling his erection through his jeans. A shiver of desire courses through me at the sensation. I need him as much as he needs me.
Slowly, I undo the buttons on his shirt, my eyes never leaving his as I expose his chest. He’s beautiful, all sinewy muscles and tanned skin. Running a finger down the center of his chest, I relish in the way his muscles contract under my touch.
He groans and grips onto the couch cushions above him, as if restraining himself from taking control. But tonight, it’s my turn to lead.
Grinning, I lean down and whisper into his ear, “Do you want to touch me?”
His voice is guttural as he replies, “God, yes.”
“Take off my skirt,” I order.
His hands slide off the couch and up my skirt, fumbling with the zipper until it gives way. Underneath is just a pair of lacy, black panties that cling to my damp core.
Leaning back, I grin as I undo my blouse, revealing a lacy bra that just barely manages to contain my breasts. His eyes darken with desire as he gazes at my breasts. I remove my bra, and his jaw clenches and his fingers dig into my hips.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers in a low and rough voice.
Holding his gaze, I slide off the couch and kneel in front of him. His breathing grows heavy as I begin to undo his pants, revealing his hard length. I wrap my hand around his shaft, which elicits a moan from him.
I tease him for a moment, stroking him from base to tip, before leaning in and swirling my tongue around the head of his dick.
“Chloe…” he says my name around a groan while threading his fingers through my hair.
I look up at him through my eyelashes before taking him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him on my tongue.
He groans and bucks his hips, but I hold on, teasing him and tasting every inch of him. As I move my mouth up and down his shaft, he continues to grunt my name. “I need to taste you.”
I release him with a pop and a smack of my lips. Standing, I slip out of my panties, leaving us both naked and exposed. He pulls me into his arms again, crushing our bodies together. His lips find mine, and our tongues tangle as his hands roam over every inch of my body.
Laying me down on the couch, he settles between my thighs and moves my legs so they’re resting on his shoulders.
Desire pools between my thighs as he looks at me with unrestrained hunger in his eyes. “I want you to scream my name.”
He dips his head and runs his tongue along my inner thigh, sending shivers racing up and down my spine. I clench around nothing, aching for him to touch me.
When his tongue finally glides over my swollen pussy, I cry out. He chuckles softly against my sensitive skin before doing it again, this time pressing just a little bit harder.
