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Another moan from Preston’s lips made my heart beat faster, and my hands were clenched so tight around his sweater that I thought I’d rip the fabric.
“Come touch me.”
“I already told you I’m not touching you again.”
“You’re missing out.” I could hear him shifting in the chair behind me, and I quickly turned around, thinking he was getting up.
But he remained right where he was, only now his pants and boxer briefs were down his thighs, his bare ass on the leather seat, and his hand teasing the head of his dick.
His gorgeous, perfect, long, flushed dick.
My lips parted at the sight, and somehow I’d let go of the hold I had on his sweater. Preston’s eyes dropped to my obvious erection, and he bit down on his lower lip, like he was more than satisfied at my reaction.
“You’re so fuckin’ hot,” he said, running his fist down his length. “Your body… That tattoo. I didn’t even know you had one.”
It was irrational, the wave of pride I felt at having such a gorgeous young thing admiring…me. I kept in shape the best I could, but I wasn’t a twenty-something anymore. To look at Preston’s lustful expression, though, you would’ve thought I was the sexiest motherfucker on the planet.
Why did he have to look at me like that?
“Watch me,” Preston said. “If you won’t touch me, then watch me.”
I shouldn’t. But even when I told him again to stop, it was halfhearted. Because the truth was, I didn’twanthim to stop, and that was a dangerous admission I couldn’t say out loud.
Preston spat into his palm and then reached for himself again, stroking his cock from base to tip, and I decided—fuck it.
If there was no way to stop this train wreck, I might as well take a seat, because it was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not.
I moved to the leather chair opposite to him, and the expression on Preston’s face turned downright sinful. His eyes darkened and his cheeks heated as he slowly dragged his tongue along his lower lip.
This was so wrong on every level, I knew that. But when his hips lifted off the seat and the plump head of his dick slid through his tight fist, all I could think about was licking the pre-cum that glistened at the tip.
I dragged my teeth along my lower lip as though I could taste him there, and a low groan met my ears.
“Archer…” My name sounded like a dirty word as it rolled off his tongue, and I reached down to adjust my wayward cock.“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m supposed to call you…Mr.Carrington.”
Goddamn.How did that sound even dirtier than my first name?
This was crazy. But then again, so was the fact that I was eye-fucking my daughter’s boyfriend—no,fakeboyfriend—to orgasm right now.
And there was no mistaking thatthatwas what I was doing, as Preston locked eyes with me and that hand of his began to move even faster.
“Tell me you don’t think about that night? That kiss? Thatitwasn’t a mistake, but denying me was.”
My nostrils flared as I all but strangled my dick in an effort to both punish and stop it from making a fool of me.
“Tell me you don’t want to come over here and taste how much I fucking want you.”
“Preston—”
“Yes… Say that again.”
I was in way over my head at this stage, and nothing I did or said was going to stop this now—and really, did I want it to?
“Preston…”
“Louder.”
“Preston.”
