Page 135 of This Bitter Sweet Temptation
“Fuck no.” My head snaps up. I gently grab her chin. “Woman, you’renothinglike her. Don’t think your moral compass will ever be broken enough to make you walk out on your own kid.”
“But my art—”
“It’s a part of you, your passion. Charli, she wanted music because she wanted fame. Not art for art’s sake. She wanted to be the next big pop star, another Milah Holly, some small-town Maine girl making it big and launching into a new life. But you, you’re fired up in a different way. You’re still grounded. You haven’t lost your heart. Nothing that happened with your parents took it away from you.”
“How do you know?” She blinks at me slowly, her brows knit together.
“Because I see you right now, eyes wide open. You’re fighting for Leonidas’ legacy. Trying to do what’s right with that egg, treating the reward like an afterthought.” I soften my grip on her chin.
She’s so delicate, so fragile, sosmallcompared to me, and fuck, it’s a turn-on. I never want to hurt her and I’m too aware how easily I could.
“That’s why we’re here, doing this,” I add.
“That’s why you slept with me?” She throws me a shy look.
“It’s why I wanted to, yeah.” I slide a hand around her waist, pulling her closer.
Her silky hair falls across my chest and she lays a hand above my beating heart.
“You just wanted to finish what I started.” This time she smiles up wickedly. “How long have you wanted it?”
“Long enough. Believe me.”
“Since New York?” She rolls closer, straddling me with the bedsheets between us, pinning me down. “Before?”
“I think you know.”
“I want you to tell me.”
“Before, damn you.” I harden under her, and she wiggles, encouraging my cock.
“When?”
“The jet ride over.”
“When I was asleep?” She tilts her head, surprised.
“I think it was the first time you let me help you without fighting back,” I tell her, pulling her closer. “A man’s allowed to like that.”
“Mm, a man who’s all papa bear.”
“That’s because you don’t let me do what I was made for very often. I want to protect you, Clee.”
She gives me a mock pout, but I see the way her eyes spark. She’s so flushed and beautiful, and I need that shirt off her.
Everything off.
I want to watch her ride me to the Moon and back before I lose my goddamn mind.
“I’ll let you serve me now,” she says coyly, pressing a finger against my lips.
All the permission I need.
I push her hand away and lean up, kissing her, dragging the hem of the t-shirt up, up.
She lets me, only breaking the kiss so I can toss it aside. Then she’s on me again, yanking the covers back so we’re skin on skin.
She’s already soaked, hot and wanting against my cock, rubbing her tight pink pussy against it.
