“Nice?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Not too bossy?”
She blushed. “Maybe a little. But nothing I can’t handle. I mean, I do have a second job working in a BDSM club, so I’m used to being bossed around.”
I laughed. “When you’re not working, what do you do in your spare time?” I figured now was as good a time as any to get in some more of those questions I’d been wanting to ask.
“I really like to read,” she answered before taking a sip of wine. “But I haven’t made it to the library lately, so I don’t have anything new.”
“Do you go to the library often?”
“I did. Not so much these days, but I used to go every couple of days.”
That was an interesting fact that I hadn’t known about her. I briefly recalled seeing her with a book the night we took her back to Mr. Parker’s place, but I had thought nothing of it.
“What do you enjoy reading?”
“Everything. Once, I started reading the dictionary for fun.”
“For fun?”
She giggled. “Sounds boring, but you’d be surprised by what you can learn from that.”
“I can only imagine.”
“But mostly I read romance. Any kind of romance. As long as there’s a happily ever after.” Her eyes implored me. “Do you read?”
“I do. Thrillers, usually.” I took a sip of my drink. “What else? Do you like movies? Dancing?”
Addison chuckled. “To be honest, I haven’t seen a lot of movies. As for dancing, I’ve got two left feet. Are you a dancer?”
“I can hold my own,” I admitted.
Her eyes sparkled.
I had to admit, this first date thing…I kind of liked it.
*
We spent another hour at the bar talking and laughing. I found out a few details about Addison thanks to that chat. Such as her favorite color was blue, she had never owned a piece of jewelry, and she didn’t have her ears pierced. She had eight tattoos, a couple of them very large. She wasn’t big on drinking alcohol and her beverage of choice was hot chocolate.
I would have to remember to thank Mr. Parker for allowing me the opportunity to get to know Addison better. I found I liked her even more than before and that was just from getting the little details.
“It’s getting late,” she prompted.
I peered around and noticed the bar was thinning out. “It looks that way.” Turning back to her, I studied Addison’s face for a minute. “I had a great time tonight.”
“Me, too.” Her response seemed genuine and that pleased me.
“I should walk you home.”
“I’d like that.”
After closing out my tab at the bar, Addison and I stepped out of the hotel and onto the busy downtown street. At this time of night, it wasn’t nearly as cluttered with traffic, but there were still quite a few people out.
Holding hands, we walked back over to our building. Addison was quiet during our trek up to her apartment. I figured she was thinking about what Mr. Parker had said. Or, more than likely, trying to determine how this was going to play out.
Hell, I was thinking about it and I’d role played with the man probably a couple of hundred times over the past decade. It was never the same with Mr. Parker, even if he used the same setup—he was rather fond of the doctor’s office—the man found a way to make it different every time. He had a kinky imagination, that was for sure.
However, we had never role played this particular scenario and I was curious as to how it would play out.
“Would you…uh…like to come in?” Addison asked, a coy smile playing on her lips as we stood in the hallway.
Yeah. I definitely liked that she could get into character. Admittedly, role playing was a nice way to spice things up.
“I’d love to,” I told her, sliding the backs of my fingers over her cheek.
Her eyes flared and I saw the heat swimming in the light blue peering back at me. The woman had the most expressive eyes.
Addison pulled her key out of her pocket, then unlocked the door and stepped inside. I followed close behind.
The instant she shut the door, I spun her around and crushed my mouth to hers. I’d managed to keep my hands to myself while we’d been in the bar, but I found I was all out of patience. That earlier incident in the hallway had made me crave her in ways I’d yet to have her.
Tonight, I fully intended to have as much of her as she would allow.
“Ben,” she moaned, her lips gliding against mine.
I liked the way she said my name. She never referred to me like that, but I found it had a unique appeal, especially said in that sexy breathless whisper.
“I’m not sure I can keep my hands off you,” I admitted, twining my fingers in her hair and tugging her head back. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
Another soft moan escaped her as she peered up at me.
“Well, I’m all yours.”
I wanted that to be true in every way. It had been less than a month since we officially met, but it felt like a lifetime. I wasn’t the type to forge headfirst into many things, but when it came to Addison, I failed to listen to reason.
Pressing my mouth back to hers, I explored her with my tongue. It only took a few seconds before the heat between us ignited once again and I was jerking her closer, running my hands over her back, that sweet little ass, her legs. In a dramatic sweep, I lifted her off her feet and walked the few steps to the kitchen counter.
“This is much better,” I moaned, fusing our lips together once more.
Addison practically wrapped herself around me, holding me close as our lips and tongues got better acquainted. Her soft moans filled the space. She was liquid fire, so responsive, so eager. I wanted to see her unravel for me, to let go of everything else and live in this moment.
Remembering we were in character, I regained some of my composure and allowed her a few seconds to catch her breath. I glanced around briefly. “Nice place.”
“Thank you.” Her hands slid over my head. “You should see the bedroom.”
I grinned back at her. “Is that an invitation?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Well, lead the way, precious.”
Her breath hitched, but then she hopped down from the counter and took my hand. She led me through the kitchen and into the bedroom. The lights were off, but she rectified that by turning on the bedside lamp.
It could’ve been an awkward moment, but for some reason, it wasn’t. Perhaps that was because it wasn’t really a date and I’d gotten intimately acquainted with this woman already. Not the way I truly wanted, but enough to lessen the tension.
“Come here, precious girl,” I urged, standing beside the bed.
Addison walked right into my arms, and once again I was kissing her, my hands sliding over her back. I wanted her out of her clothes and I wasn’t sure I could wait much longer.
While we inhaled one another, I worked the buttons free on her shirt, then quickly stripped it off her. Then I did the same with her skirt, pulling it down her legs as I went to my knees. Breathing in her sweet scent, I pressed my lips to her navel, then kissed the delicate skin of her stomach.
Addison’s hands curled over my head and chills raced down my spine. This woman was going to be the death of me.
Pulling back, I looked up at her while she continued to cradle my head in her hands.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, ensuring she heard the sincerity in my tone. Role playing or not, I wanted her to know how I felt, that in such a short time, I’d become completely infatuated with her.
“When I’m with you, I feel beautiful,” she replied, her voice soft.
I forced myself to my feet, ready to get rid of my own clothes, eager to feel her skin against mine.
“Lie back on the bed,” I instructed as I released the buttons on my shirt.
Addison sat, then reclined on her elbows, watching as I quickly discarded my clothes, piece by piece, keeping my boxer briefs on, as
Mr. Parker had instructed.
I caressed her thigh with the backs of my fingers, then ran them behind her knee, lifting her leg. I pressed my lips to the top of her foot, then slid higher, to her ankle. Taking my time, I kissed up one leg, then the other, before joining her on the bed.
Fuck. This girl made me feel like a randy teenager who’d spent all his time tugging on his own dick, never knowing the pleasure of a woman’s flesh. I wanted to devour her, to ignore everything else and sink into the warmth of her body.
As I settled between her thighs, I realized one thing.
If Mr. Parker didn’t make an appearance sometime in the very near future, I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to hold off.
As it was, Addison made it damn hard to resist her.
Especially when she looked at me as though I was the only man in the world she wanted.
Thirty-One
ADDISON
I WAS HAVING A HARD time remembering that we were role playing. Being with Mr. Snowden felt so right I could almost believe that he had feelings for me. Especially when he looked at me the way that he was, those golden eyes peering into my soul.
When his hard body covered mine, I couldn’t resist putting my arms around his neck. For a second, we stayed like that, staring back at one another, the warmth of his skin seeping into mine. It was a moment in time I would likely remember for the rest of my life. There was a strange connection, something on a far deeper level than anything I’d ever experienced.
Never in my life had I felt as though I belonged somewhere. As though I wasn’t a burden to someone. When I was with Mr. Snowden and Mr. Parker, they made me feel as though I was a positive thing in their world, not a weight they had no choice but to bear.
“Ah, precious girl,” he whispered. “What is it about you?”
Not sure what to say to that, I lifted my head and our lips touched. Within seconds, we were consumed by a conflagration, an overwhelming desire that threatened to take us both to our knees. I was so lost in his kiss I didn’t even hear the door open, didn’t realize Mr. Parker had joined us until the bedroom light came on.
“What the fuck?” His deep voice pierced the air.
Instantly, I was back in character.
Ben and I jerked apart, both staring over at the man who had joined us. I tried to back away from Mr. Snowden, as though he really wasn’t supposed to be there. A strange sensation filled me. Excitement, anticipation. I liked this role-playing thing a little more than I expected.
“Who are you?” Mr. Parker asked Mr. Snowden, his words rough, his anger evident. “What the fuck are you doing in my girlfriend’s bed?”
“Your girlfriend?” Mr. Snowden sounded appalled, his eyes shooting to me as he inched off the bed and onto his feet. “What the hell? You didn’t mention you had a boyfriend.”
“I…uh…” I glanced between the two of them. “I can explain. It’s… We…”
“Is this what you’ve been doing while I’m out of town?” Mr. Parker questioned, his eyes hard as he pinned me with his gaze. “Bringing strange men home and letting them use what belongs to me?”
His tone was rough, his voice loud. As though he was sincerely pissed to find me in bed with another man.
I was speechless, unsure how to respond. If I truly were a cheating girlfriend, I would likely be coming up with various excuses. Maybe. Considering I’d never been in this position, it was a little difficult for me to come up with a viable response.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Mr. Parker asked Mr. Snowden. “Don’t leave on my account.”
Mr. Snowden appeared confused. He reached for his pants, but Mr. Parker was right there, pulling them out of his hands and tossing them onto the armchair in the corner.
“Oh, no. You’re not leaving just yet,” he insisted roughly. “Go back to what you were doing. It’s quite interesting to see what she’s up to when I’m not here.”
“I don’t want to cause any problems,” Mr. Snowden stated firmly, once more reaching for his clothes.
Mr. Parker stood tall, blocking Mr. Snowden from leaving. As they faced off there in my bedroom, my body heated. It was more from watching their responses to one another. Role playing or not, the two of them… There was something about the way they faced off. There was an undeniable chemistry between them, one that couldn’t be buried under any amount of pretending.
“On the bed,” Mr. Parker barked, giving Mr. Snowden a shove.
Mr. Snowden backed up, his eyes never leaving Mr. Parker’s face. “Look. I don’t want any trouble here. I met her at the bar. She seemed nice enough…”
“Oh, she’s nice, all right,” Mr. Parker confirmed. “Nice and eager.” He glanced at me. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
Oh, I was eager, all right. But I didn’t think that was the response they truly wanted, so I kept my mouth shut and pretended to try to hide from them right there in plain sight.
“Go on,” Mr. Parker ordered, once more shoving Mr. Snowden toward the bed.
“I don’t know what kind of kinky shit you’re into,” Mr. Snowden countered, “but I don’t want any part of it.”
“No?” Mr. Parker let his disbelief ring in his words. “Sure looked as though you were getting nice and kinky without me. Get on the fucking bed.”
At the abrupt snap in Mr. Parker’s voice, Ben crawled onto the bed with me, still keeping his eyes on Mr. Parker as though waiting for him to do something rash.
“Take his underwear off, girl,” Mr. Parker commanded. “Show me exactly what you’ve traded me for.”
Feigning nerves, I glanced over at Mr. Snowden, who was so close I could feel the warmth of his skin. I had inadvertently tried to cover my nakedness, but it clearly wasn’t working.
“Do it, or I’ll do it,” he snapped.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered to Mr. Snowden. “I…didn’t…” Shit. I wasn’t very good at this, obviously.
“Does he hurt you?” Mr. Snowden asked.
“No,” I declared. “Never. He’s just…” I let my eyes slide over to Mr. Parker. I wasn’t sure how he felt about improvisation, but I was going to give it a shot. “I’m sorry, babe,” I told him. “I thought you’d be happy.”
“Happy? You thought I’d be happy finding you in bed with another man?”
“Yes,” I said, my tone reassuring. “Remember when we talked about this? You mentioned how you wanted to see me with another man.”
There was a twinkle in Mr. Parker’s eyes that I took as a good sign.
I glanced back to Mr. Snowden. “See, my boyfriend’s…well, he’s bisexual. And I knew I couldn’t give him everything he needs. So, we sometimes share our fantasies about bringing another man into our bed. I…”
Mr. Snowden smiled and it threw me off for a second. I could tell he was trying to hold back, but he failed.
“Is that why you brought him here?” Mr. Parker asked, his tone less abrupt. “You wanted me to catch you?”
I shook my head. “No. I wanted…I wanted to know what it would be like to be with two men at the same time.” Hey, it sounded good. And it wasn’t a lie.
“And how did you see this playing out?” he asked.
I shrugged, then turned my attention to Mr. Snowden.
Figuring I’d already twisted this little fantasy to my liking, I should probably keep right on going.
Without saying a word, I got to my knees and crawled over to Mr. Snowden. His eyes widened as I got closer, but he didn’t move. It wasn’t until I was straddling his legs that he touched me. It was hesitant, as though he wasn’t sure he should. Still, the warmth of his skin on my back had me inhaling sharply.
“I was hoping,” I whispered as I leaned in closer to Mr. Snowden, “that we could satisfy both of our curiosity. At the same time.”
While I kissed Mr. Snowden, our tongues dueling far more than would likely occur had we truly been in this situation, I heard Mr. Parker shifting on the other side of the room. When I pulled back, I noticed
he had taken off his suit jacket and he was in the process of removing his shirt.
I was awestruck for a moment, blinded by his ripped torso and all that smooth, golden skin. He truly was a sexy man and I realized I hadn’t spent nearly enough time with him.
I had no idea how long I was staring when Mr. Snowden’s hand slipped into my hair and he jerked my head back.
“So, what? You thought you’d bring me here so your boyfriend could fuck me while I fuck you? Is that what you were thinking?”
Truthfully, I hadn’t gotten that far, but I was emphatically all right with that.
There was a rough growl that emanated from Mr. Parker. “Come here, girl,” he demanded. “You,” he addressed Mr. Snowden, “stay right there.”
The tone of his voice had me doing his bidding without thinking. I got to my knees and crawled to the end of the bed. His hand slid around behind my neck as I stared up into his eyes. My breaths raced in and out of my lungs. I knew this was all pretend, but I couldn’t fight the physical response I had to them. The thought of having them both right here and now… It was almost too much.
Mr. Parker leaned down until his breath was fanning my lips. I wanted to close the gap between our mouths, but I held myself back. He was in charge and I wasn’t going to cross that line.
But the moment he crushed his mouth to mine, I practically climbed his body, grabbing hold of him and wrapping myself around his neck. His lips were soft and smooth, his tongue insistent yet completely in control. I sighed against him, never wanting him to stop kissing me. It was the first time I’d felt his mouth on mine in something more than a chaste brushing of lips and I wanted to spend hours getting to know him intimately, learning the things that made him moan.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he pulled back.
It was then that I realized my legs were around his waist, my arms around his neck, and he was standing tall. How I got there, I didn’t know, but I wasn’t about to move.
Mr. Parker pressed his forehead to mine. He was breathing as roughly as I was.
“What am I going to do with you, little rebel?” he asked, his voice a deep rasp.
“Whatever you want, Mr. Parker.” I hadn’t meant to break character, but I needed him to know he could have me however he wanted me.
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