Page 70 of The Parkers' Handsome Holiday
She was slipping through my fingers with every passing moment. She had no clue, but I did, and I knew that sooner or later, this thing between us was going to go up in flames. Very hot, very wicked, very angry flames. And I would be left where I belonged: in her past.
It was wrong of me to want more time with her. It was even more wrong of me to want one more night with her, but damn the right and wrong of it all. I was in love with Lina Nelson. She was the girl who had captured my heart fifteen years ago, and she had still left her mark on me, even after all this time. Even after a wife who I also loved and missed dearly.
Guilt swirled inside me, but so did need and lust. And love.
I was weak, and I knew it. I would savor this one last night, and then I would come clean. Then things would go back to how they were, and I would come to terms with the fact that she and I were over.
Forever.
We indulged in another glass of wine before I paid the bill. We left, hand in hand like the couple we were not, and went back to the hotel room.
As soon as we were inside, Lina took off her jacket. Then she went into the bathroom. I heard her turn on the water to start filling up the bathtub.
I was sitting on the bed, taking off my shoes, when she appeared in the doorway of the bathroom. She reached one arm up and leaned one hip against the frame. She looked like sin incarnate. Her eyes were heavy with lust that matched the burning desire in my soul. A desire to fill her up. To fuck her and make love to her and kiss her. To taste her everywhere. To drink her up.
“Are you coming, Cal?” she asked huskily.
“Hell yeah.”
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LINA
Cal’s sexy little smirk had my panties soaking through as I stood in the doorway, one hip pressed to the frame, my lips drawn in a pout I hoped was seductive.
He stood from the bed, undid his belt, and pulled it out of his belt loops. The buckle jingled as he tossed it on the floor, and then he came toward me, loosening his tie with every step.
Damn, he was hot as hell.
Steam wafted up behind me from the tub as he gathered me up in his arms and pressed his lips to the side of my neck. He nibbled at my skin, gently at first and then a little firmer, until he reached my ear. His breath on my neck had me turning to putty in his hands as he popped open the button of my jeans. Then, slowly, he pulled my fly down, revealing my pink lace panties beneath.
He snapped the waistband at my hip playfully, and I giggled. He started walking me backward into the bathroom.
I looped my arms over his shoulders as he slid his hands up inside my sweater. His palms were warm and soft, and his fingertips traced the underwire of my bra. When I lifted my hands over my head, he pulled my sweater off and tossed it over his shoulder, where it landed on the carpet beside his belt.
I hurried to undo the buttons of his white shirt. They popped open one by one, exposing taut, tanned, smooth flesh beneath. When I got the shirt off him, I ran my hands over his chest. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and flicked it past me into the bathroom, where it landed on the floor beside the tub.
His muscles rippled and flexed beneath his skin as he popped open his jeans and pulled them down. He stepped out of them and then out of his boxers.
My jeans were quick to follow his on the floor, and soon, I stood before him in my matching bra and panties. To say that I had been thinking about this all day was an understatement.
I’d been thinking about fucking Cal again every second since it happened. I’d been fantasizing about his body, about his hands on my body, and the way it felt to have his skin rushing against mine as he thrust himself in and out of me.
Cal put his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy, and I trembled at his touch. He must have been able to feel how wet I was through my thin lace panties as he continued to push me back toward the tub.
It must have been close to full by now. I didn’t bother looking. I didn’t want to take my eyes off him.
The back of my legs hit the side of the tub, and we stopped. Cal leaned in and kissed me so deeply that I thought I might crumble in his arms. I could taste the wine from dinner on his tongue. I curled into him as he rubbed my pussy and applied just the right amount of pressure.
I smiled into our kiss before I broke away. I put my hands flat on his chest, and then with deliberate slowness, I moved them down over his ribs and stomach as I went to my knees before him.
Cal gathered my hair up off my face as I took his cock in my hands and stroked him, nice and slowly, almost teasing him. He leaned his hips toward me as if silently pleading for me to take him in my mouth.
I parted my lips and ran my tongue over his slit, tasting his salty precum. Then I pressed it to the base of his shaft as I took the rest of his length in my mouth.
He groaned above me when he hit the back of my throat. I bobbed up and down and gripped his hips to keep him in place as I sucked him off.
“Holy fuck,” Cal breathed. His fist tightened in my hair.
