Page 146 of Naughty November

“Is that a yes?”

His lashes fluttered and I pulled him the rest of the way down to me, slanting our mouths together just in time to swallow down his answer.

“Yes.”

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What.

The.

Fuck.

Things with Parrish were suddenly more real than they had been before, and I’d barely gotten him back to my apartment before he was on me again. His hands tearing off my clothes, his tongue plundering my mouth. Sex with Parrish was always good, but this was something different.

Something more.

“I want to see you come again,” he said, breaking away from the kiss long enough to get both of our shirts off. “Where is your bedroom?”

I laughed, fingers scrabbling at his fly.

“The only room that isn’t the bathroom,” I told him.

“You’d think Christian and his millionaire boyfriend could have gotten you a bigger place.”

“I don’t need much room,” I said.

Parrish hummed, walking us both down theshort hall to my bedroom. He flicked on the lights and shoved me down onto the bed. My pants were half off, one leg free, the other still tangled around my ankle.

“Where is that toy you use? Get it out.”

I rolled onto my stomach and went for the small drawer in my nightstand, pulling out the eight-inch dildo and a half-used bottle of lube. Parrish arched a brow at the size of the toy, but didn’t say anything about it.

“Show me how you do it,” he said, leaning against the wall and taking his cock in hand.

“I don’t want to fuck it,” I whined. “I want to fuck you.”

“You haven’t earned the right.”

A shiver tore through me, his cruelty as much of an aphrodisiac as his affection.

With minimal reluctance, I arranged myself onto my back, planting my feet on the mattress and spreading my legs wide to give him a view.

“Closer to the edge,” he rasped.

I obeyed.

“Start with your fingers,” he said next. “I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Heat exploded out from the base of my spine, and I poured lube into my hand, slicking the entire thing up before reaching between my legs and pushing two slippery fingers inside of me. Lifting off the bed, my back bowed and my cock again sprang to life. It was embarrassing how hard Parrish made me, but the loud groan of approval from across the room was enough to help me forget.

“Just like that,” he whispered, voice almost a growl. “It doesn’t take much to open you up, does it?”

I added a third finger, whimpering at the stretch.

“No wonder you don’t always come,” Parrish said from his perch against the wall. “You’re nowhere near as good at fucking yourself as I am.”