Chapters (34)
- Title Page
- Table of Contents
- Playlist
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- Also by Q.B. Tyler
- About the Author
My head is fuzzy and I feel disoriented from the alcohol and I wonder how long I’ve been asleep after Chloe and I took back-to-back tequila shots in his guest room. I don’t know why I thought that was a good idea or why Chloe encouraged it. I had just broken up with my fiancé, I had made the somewhat reckless decision to come to my boyfriend’s house who also happened to be my parent’s best friend and then my father showed up. I felt like my life was spiraling out of control and although I had been the person who set all of these things in motion, I had no power to stop the course it was taking.
“JP?”
“Yes, baby?” He strokes my arm gently and I snuggle further into his arms.
“Where’s…”
“Everyone left,” he answers for me and I let out a sigh of relief.
I finally open my eyes and I bury my face in his naked chest to avoid the light from his nightstand. “What time is it?”
“A little after midnight.” He presses his lips to my forehead and gives me a gentle kiss. “Do you want to take that bath now?”
“I’d rather make love again,” I tell him as I pull off the sweatshirt that I’d put back on after he’d taken me against the door. I slide my sweatpants down as well leaving me completely naked under his soft sheets. He pulls it back and eyes down my body.
“Fuck.” I take that as a yes and kneel between his legs, grabbing his naked cock and sheathing my mouth around it. I move up and down on him, letting spit drool from my mouth around him to serve as a bit of extra lubrication when I slide my pussy down on him. “Slow down, angel, I don’t want to come in your mouth.” His hand finds its way into my hair, gripping the strands as he tries to slow me down. His dick is long and thick and I remember struggling with spit control and breathing the first time I took him in my mouth. I pull him out of my mouth, allowing a trail of spit to connect his dick to my lips and I notice his abs flex in restraint.
I drag my tongue up his shaft and circle the tip, licking the creamy bead that forms and sliding my hand up and down while I suck just the tip into my mouth.