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.
