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cheekbones, and full lips. He is in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that shows off his lean muscular body.
"So are we gonna do this or what?" he asks, his voice going low and husky, his eyes dropping to
my mouth.
My heart starts to pound. "I...uh...I...let me make sure no one is here," I stutter before racing off to
make sure that all of the maids and cooks and whoever else is gone. I don't need any witnesses to the
upcoming disaster.
When I return to the kitchen, Chance isn t there. I do another shot before I go into the
entertainment room that is just off the kitchen. I figure that is the only place he could have gone. And
I m right. Chance is slouched back at the end of the huge sectional, looking utterly relaxed, hands
tucked behind his head. He smirks and pats the couch next to him.
I take a deep breath. I can do this. I HAVE to do this. I walk over and sit next to Chance, our
thighs touching. I cross my arms over my chest, not knowing what else to do with them. I stare straight
ahead, afraid to look at Chance.
He sighs, obviously irritated by my behavior.
"You're gonna make me do all the work, huh?" he mumbles as he turns slightly to face me. "Put
your back to me," he instructs.
I turn to look at him, eyebrow raised in question.
"Just do it," Chance demands, brows furrowing in anger.
I shift on the couch to put my back to Chance. I tuck one leg under while the other remains off the
couch. I uncross my arms and let my hands sit in my lap. Chance shifts some more behind me before
he places his hands on my shoulders. I stiffen immediately.
"Jesus, relax. I'm not going to try to fuck you," Chance snaps, his hands starting to knead at the
tight muscles of my shoulders.
I force myself to calm down. He isn t doing anything unusual. Guys can rub other guys shoulders.
No big deal. He digs his thumbs in, pulling a groan from me. I didn't mean for it to come out, but it
did. Chance keeps quiet, which makes me relax a little more. I hang my head and let Chance rub my
shoulders.
"That's better," he murmurs quietly as he continues to work his magic on my aching shoulders and
neck.
I take a deep breath, blowing out some tension as I exhale. I need to chill, get myself ready for
the inevitable. I have to kiss Chance - really kiss him. Not just a peck on the lips, but full out, dueling
tongues kiss him. And I have to make it look believable. I can do it.
Chance s hands move from my shoulders and slide down my arms then back up, repeating the
movement then changing direction when he reaches my shoulders again. His hands smooth down over
my chest from behind. He then presses his lips on me, right where my neck and shoulder meet. I jerk,
tearing myself away to land on my ass on the floor between the couch and the ottoman.
Chance sighs and hangs his head. "This is never going to work."
"Fucking warn me, man!" I growl, placing a hand over the spot that Chance had kissed. It s
tingling.
Chance s lip curls up in disgust. "Okay then, be prepared because I'm gonna kiss you," he says
mockingly, "Fucking idiot, why do you think I'm here?"
I get up off the floor and sit back on the couch. I lean forward, put my elbows on my knees, and
shove my hands into my hair. Chance is muttering angrily to himself when out of nowhere, he attacks
me. He shoves me down onto the couch and covers me with his body. I m so stunned that I do nothing.
I stare up into his blazing brown eyes in shock. Before I can do anything, though, he pins my hands
over my head with one of his hands and grabs my face with the other.
The next thing I know, Chance s mouth is on mine. A hard, punishing kiss to the lips. My first
instinct is to turn my head to get away, but his hand holding my jaw won t budge. He tilts his head,
switching the angle and making the kiss softer. His tongue flicks out to run across my bottom lip. I
whimper, keeping my lips firmly shut. God, this is not something I want.
"Kiss me back, asshole," Chance growls against my lips, his tongue running along the seam of my
lips, trying to get in.
He grunts in annoyance and roughly turns my head to the side. He then bends down and starts
licking and sucking at my neck. My neck is one of my more sensitive areas, and it is the easiest way to [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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cheekbones, and full lips. He is in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that shows off his lean muscular body.
"So are we gonna do this or what?" he asks, his voice going low and husky, his eyes dropping to
my mouth.
My heart starts to pound. "I...uh...I...let me make sure no one is here," I stutter before racing off to
make sure that all of the maids and cooks and whoever else is gone. I don't need any witnesses to the
upcoming disaster.
When I return to the kitchen, Chance isn t there. I do another shot before I go into the
entertainment room that is just off the kitchen. I figure that is the only place he could have gone. And
I m right. Chance is slouched back at the end of the huge sectional, looking utterly relaxed, hands
tucked behind his head. He smirks and pats the couch next to him.
I take a deep breath. I can do this. I HAVE to do this. I walk over and sit next to Chance, our
thighs touching. I cross my arms over my chest, not knowing what else to do with them. I stare straight
ahead, afraid to look at Chance.
He sighs, obviously irritated by my behavior.
"You're gonna make me do all the work, huh?" he mumbles as he turns slightly to face me. "Put
your back to me," he instructs.
I turn to look at him, eyebrow raised in question.
"Just do it," Chance demands, brows furrowing in anger.
I shift on the couch to put my back to Chance. I tuck one leg under while the other remains off the
couch. I uncross my arms and let my hands sit in my lap. Chance shifts some more behind me before
he places his hands on my shoulders. I stiffen immediately.
"Jesus, relax. I'm not going to try to fuck you," Chance snaps, his hands starting to knead at the
tight muscles of my shoulders.
I force myself to calm down. He isn t doing anything unusual. Guys can rub other guys shoulders.
No big deal. He digs his thumbs in, pulling a groan from me. I didn't mean for it to come out, but it
did. Chance keeps quiet, which makes me relax a little more. I hang my head and let Chance rub my
shoulders.
"That's better," he murmurs quietly as he continues to work his magic on my aching shoulders and
neck.
I take a deep breath, blowing out some tension as I exhale. I need to chill, get myself ready for
the inevitable. I have to kiss Chance - really kiss him. Not just a peck on the lips, but full out, dueling
tongues kiss him. And I have to make it look believable. I can do it.
Chance s hands move from my shoulders and slide down my arms then back up, repeating the
movement then changing direction when he reaches my shoulders again. His hands smooth down over
my chest from behind. He then presses his lips on me, right where my neck and shoulder meet. I jerk,
tearing myself away to land on my ass on the floor between the couch and the ottoman.
Chance sighs and hangs his head. "This is never going to work."
"Fucking warn me, man!" I growl, placing a hand over the spot that Chance had kissed. It s
tingling.
Chance s lip curls up in disgust. "Okay then, be prepared because I'm gonna kiss you," he says
mockingly, "Fucking idiot, why do you think I'm here?"
I get up off the floor and sit back on the couch. I lean forward, put my elbows on my knees, and
shove my hands into my hair. Chance is muttering angrily to himself when out of nowhere, he attacks
me. He shoves me down onto the couch and covers me with his body. I m so stunned that I do nothing.
I stare up into his blazing brown eyes in shock. Before I can do anything, though, he pins my hands
over my head with one of his hands and grabs my face with the other.
The next thing I know, Chance s mouth is on mine. A hard, punishing kiss to the lips. My first
instinct is to turn my head to get away, but his hand holding my jaw won t budge. He tilts his head,
switching the angle and making the kiss softer. His tongue flicks out to run across my bottom lip. I
whimper, keeping my lips firmly shut. God, this is not something I want.
"Kiss me back, asshole," Chance growls against my lips, his tongue running along the seam of my
lips, trying to get in.
He grunts in annoyance and roughly turns my head to the side. He then bends down and starts
licking and sucking at my neck. My neck is one of my more sensitive areas, and it is the easiest way to [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]