Page 2 of Twice as Forbidden

A rush of warmth coils deep inside me. He’s still holding my arm, and my skin tingles under his touch. His gaze finally lifts to meet mine, then hovers over my lips. He steps closer, and I catch the faint scent of alcohol on his breath.

“What’s your name?”

“Georgia,” I answer, my voice betraying a slight quiver.

“Georgia. Like the peach.” His thumb traces slow circles on my skin. “So, what is it,Peach? Have you found what you’re looking for?” His warm breath brushes my cheeks, sending a nervous flutter through me as I struggle to find the right words. He lets out a dark chuckle. “Well, not sure how you got in here, but I’m willing to venture you’re here to fuck.”

He leans in, our lips a whisper apart. My heart thrashes against my chest. His fingers dig into my arm, and my eyelids feel heavy. He dips his head, and I know I’m going to let him kiss me. Noah’s father. I’m going to let him—

“Noah’s girlfriend,” I rush out, finally finding my voice.

His body stiffens, his grip tightening enough to sting, then he drops my arm like it’s on fire and steps back. “I thought you were—what the hell are you doing in my bedroom?”

“I—I was…” How am I supposed to admit I was looking for a spare room since I royally pissed off his son? “I got lost. The house is so big.”

He steps back again, brushing his hand over his mouth. “Get out.”

My tongue feels thick in my mouth. “I’m sorry. I…” I hurry past him.

I’m nearly at his door when he calls my name. I shift to face him. “None of my son’s guests are allowed in this part of the house. Do you understand me?”

I nod and make my exit, rushing down the long hall. Finally finding a room to escape into, I undress and climb into bed. My body buzzes. Nerves, confusion… something else. The presence of his touch still lingers. My cheeks flush as I remember the heat of his breath and the way he looked at me—like I was a secret the world had kept just for him.

Oh, shut up, Georgia. You’re nineteen.

But he hadn’t known that. He thought I’d been waiting for him, ready to fuck.

Biting my lip, I pull back the blankets over my legs. What would have happened if I hadn’t confessed who I was? The way he said, “Fuck,” had lit a fire inside me. The thought of him towering over me, his experienced hands on me, working me in ways I’ve never felt before… stretching me to fit him. I reach for a spare pillow, tucking it between my thighs, and squeeze the material, needing to release some pressure.

“What is it, Peach?” The memory of his voice, dark and tantalizing, wrap around me like a noose. I slide my hand down, past my belly, slipping into my panties without hesitation. My fingers find slick heat. I’m already pulsing—needy, aching. Every word he spoke loops in my head, winding me tighter. I rub harder, faster, chasing the release that’s already clawing its way up. I add two greedy fingers to the mix, sliding in and out of my swollen heat, imagining they’re his, wishing Noah’s father was finger-fucking me while his son slept down the hall.

“Fuck,” I whisper, cupping my breast with my free hand.“I’m willing to venture you’re here to fuck.”

“Yes.” I work faster, adding a third finger, needing more. I’m so wet, and the faint sounds of my masturbating fill the air. I turn my head and bite the pillow to silence my moans. Heat floods me, my legs quiver, and my walls grip my hand. “Fuck yes. Fuck me.Fuckme...” I moan as my orgasm takes over.

It takes a few minutes for my heart rate to return to normal. The exhaustion of the day suddenly catching up to me, I snuggle under the sheets and fall asleep, shamelessly dreaming about mynowex-boyfriend’s hot, mysterious father.

Chapter two

Georgia

Ashiftinthebedwakes me. I open my eyes and blink against the darkness, trying to focus. Recognizing Noah’s silhouette as he climbs in beside me, I sit up quickly. “Noah, what are you doing?”

“Relax, Georgia. It’s just a bed. We’ve shared one countless times. Let me sleep here. I’m not going to pull anything.”

Even if I said no, he’s already managed to slip under the covers. I debate moving to a different room. Obviously, this isn’t a good idea. There’s no way he won’t try something. With us in the same bed, sex feels inevitable, and I don’t want to confuse him. But when I look over, he’s asleep.

Go figure.

I slide back down, resting my head on the pillow. My post-orgasm high had knocked me out, but now that I’m wide awake, shame lingers in the front of my mind. I totally masturbated to Noah’s father. What the heck is wrong with me?

Giving Noah my back, I close my eyes, trying not to think of the tall, dark, forbidden man who embedded himself in my sexual fantasies.

Pounding on the bedroom door jolts me awake. I try to maneuver out from under the blankets, realizing I’m trapped under Noah’s leg and arm.

The banging sounds again, louder this time.

“Jesus, stop,” Noah mutters.

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