Page 20 of Fake To Forever

But the other part of me… wants this.

“Chris…” I whisper, letting my tongue swipe across my bottom lip as I try to collect my thoughts. “Maybe we should take a moment…”

He doesn’t say a word as he leans down and presses his lips against mine. I gasp, my lips parting at the contact as he slips his tongue into my mouth and slowly licks at mine.

Heat sizzles through my body and I press my thighs together trying to stifle the excitement currently coursing through me.

I’ve never felt this kind of immediate desire for someone before, and my first instinct is to give in and let myself melt into him. However, that small annoying voice in the back of my head reminds me that I shouldn’t be doing this with him.

And yet… I can’t seem to push him away.

“Chris,” I whisper, pulling my lips from his and turning my head. “This is a bad idea.”

“It is,” he agrees, and then leans down to kiss my throat, sucking a small mark right at the base. I moan, my knees going weak, as he presses me up against the wall, kissing and sucking down the skin of my neck.

Letting my head fall back, my eyes flutter closed. While my hands, with a mind of their own, slide up across the soft skin of his torso, feeling every ridge of hard muscle he has concealed behind the clothes he wears every day when I see him.

As much as I shouldn’t, I want this.

I want him to do every sinful thing to me I’ve imagined since I met him.

His hand slides over my hips and down my belly, moving closer and closer to the waistband of my pants. I can’t help but let out a gasp of excitement. I know what his intentions are, and fuck, I want every bit of it.

“Daddy? Daddy! Thirsty!”

Chris and I both freeze. My eyes widen as Oliver’s voice washes over me like a cold bucket of water.

What the hell am I doing? What the hell arewedoing?

Chris doesn’t move and let me go, but I can see his jaw clenching as he swallows.

“Be up in a little bit, buddy,” he calls, his eyes locked on me.

Biting my lip, I stare back at him, uncertain what I should do.

“I should get up there,” he murmurs, clearly reluctant to leave.

Slowly, I nod. “Yeah… you should. You wouldn’t want him coming down here.”

Releasing a long sigh, he pushes away from the wall and steps back. Allowing me a moment to breathe.

“Don’t leave,” he says, softly. “Please.”

I don’t respond as he makes his way into the kitchen. When he comes back out with a glass of water, I’m still standing up against the wall. His gaze bores into mine as he passes me by.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, his tone rough and demanding.

He climbs the stairs to the second floor, and the sound of him moving down the hall snaps me out of my daze.

What am I doing? I can’t stay here. What just happened between us was a momentary lapse in judgment, but it can’t continue. I know when he comes back downstairs, he’s going to want to continue where we left off. A part of me really wants to as well, really, really badly.

Which means I need to get out of here. Now!

Moving away from the wall, I grab my purse and hurry to the front door. Carefully opening it so I don’t tip him off that I’m sneaking out, I slip outside and close it shut behind me.

I rush to my car and climb inside. I need to keep moving so I don’t change my mind and go back inside and enjoy a hot night with a man who needs to stay off-limits.

God, Marie is going to kill me for leaving.

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