Page 16 of An Unexpected Chance

He took my hand. “Let’s go.”

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He drove past my place, and I turned to look at him.

“You missed the driveway.”

He shook his head. “I’m taking you to my place. I want you in my bed and for my sheets to smell like you. Like us.”

“You think we’ll make it to the bed?”

He groaned. “Listen, my beauty. I have had to fight everything in me to drive. Not to pull over and take you on the hood of my car. I can’t even touch you right now because I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop. You keep saying stuff like that, and we won’t make it in the door.”

I grinned at the implied threat.

“My shoes might scratch your hood.”

“Fuck the hood,” he snarled.

“No, Simon,” I said, leaning over, sliding my hand over the prominent bulge in his pants. “The idea is to fuck me. Not your car.” I squeezed him lightly. “And I’m on birth control and clean. I know it’s been a long time for you as well. I want you bare inside me.”

The car accelerated, and a few moments later, he pulled up to a beautiful log home. I had no time to admire it since he was out of his door and at mine in a blink. He pulled me from the car, barely giving me a chance to take off my seat belt. His mouth covered mine, hard and desperate. His tongue was controlling, twisting with mine and leaving me breathless. He swooped me into his arms, making me gasp. He hurried to the door, carrying me as if I weighed no more than a feather.

At the door, he stopped. “It’s 8965,” he rasped.

“What?”

“The door code is 8965. Punch it in.”

I did as he said, and the next thing I knew, we were inside, the door slamming shut with his foot, and he was carrying me up the stairs, his mouth back on mine.

There was a light burning in his room, casting a dim glow around the walls, but I had no chance to study anything. Simon set me on my feet, his breathing harsh. He stepped back.

“Are you sure you want this?”

I pulled my blouse over my head, unbuttoning the skirt so it pooled in a pile of material on the floor. I stood before him naked.

“Oh my God. You’ve been bare all night,” he uttered in disbelief.

“I hate undergarments. I only wear them when I have to.”

He shook his head. “Never wear them on my account.” He traced a finger over my collarbone, drifting it from shoulder to shoulder, then dropping his hand to one nipple, circling it.

“I’m not very—”

He cut me off. “You are exquisite.” There was no doubting the honesty in his voice. The awe as he stared at me. It made me brave.

“How about you ditch the clothes?” I said, tugging on his shirt.

Seconds later, he was naked too. His torso was long and taut, the muscles evident. His arms were wide, his biceps clearly defined. His cock jutted out, thick and perfect, the head swollen and purple, already dripping for me.

Without thinking, I fell to my knees, wrapping my hand around him. Velvet over steel. Hot and smooth. Pulsating and hard.

He shuddered as he looked down. “Amy, you don’t—”

It was my turn to cut him off. I licked at the head, then sucked him into my mouth.

“Jesus fuck,” he muttered, resting his hand on the back of my head.