BOOK TWO in the STEAMY FORBIDDEN ROMANCE series -- please read BOOK ONE, Illicit, before proceeding with this novel!
Coralie Watson, now living in NYC to focus on her singer/songwriter career, has landed herself in quite the predicament. Stuck in a...
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🔥STEAMY ALERT—Be ready for some seriously STEAMY ACTION YO🔥
♫ Said, if you're thinking about holding back Don't worry, girl 'Cause I'm gonna make it so easy So slide a little bit closer to me, little girl ♪ (Justin Timberlake—FutureSex/LoveSound)
Coralie texted Michael to tell him she had to work overtime.
Coralie Amber Watson: It's a twenty-four hour bar, and my colleague has to leave early... I'm sorry.
To her shock, he responded quickly.
Michael: That's okay, babe. Wake me when you get here?
She didn't reply and stuffed her phone into her back pocket as she resumed her work, under the watchful—and lustful—eyes of Chester.
But by midnight, she couldn't hold still any longer, nor could she pretend that Chester ogling her wasn't tempting her to leave . The memory of their make-out session in the alley, and of his fingers breaching into her private areas, and of her fingers wrapping around his penis were killing her. She battled her trembling limbs and drank copious cups of water to quench her thirst, but it was never enough.
When the dazed co-worker told her to leave—she was supposed to be scheduled until one—Coralie didn't refuse.
It took all her might to not run to Chester's apartment, which was, as it happened, a few blocks down. It was located inside a semi-luxurious high-rise, overlooking a park, and with sights on the bar and its surroundings.
They'd locked their hands the instant they'd escaped and struggled to keep their urges inside until they arrived at his flat. As she silenced her phone in the elevator, ignoring his languorous looks, she noticed that it was twelve-thirty... meaning they had much time to spare.
As she passed the threshold of his oversized studio, she regretted not having had a few drinks. He'd been able to guzzle down a shot of whiskey and a beer, but she'd had nothing to ease her nerves, to calm her excitement. She was excited... but scared of underperforming and remembering it. Or fearing she'd be discovered, exposed, and revealed as a fraudulent piece of shit girlfriend to Michael, and a crappy lover to Ryan.
Reading her mind, Chester flipped the light-switch to present his stylish, red-tinted kitchen. "Want a drink? A quick pick-me-up?" He opened the fridge and extracted a water bottle for himself but moved aside to show her the various beers and wine-coolers within. "I know I said I wanted you sober, but I'd understand if you needed something to soothe you. You're... nervous."
She waved at him to close the fridge as she leaned against the front door. "Is it that obvious?"
He approached her while unbuttoning his shirt. "Yeah." He offered her a weak but adorable smile. "But I get it. You're feeling guilty about Ryan, yeah?" She nodded. "And worse about Michael, who's in town for you, dammit." He tsked, and she started to swipe at him, but he dodged her. "And of course, you're not sure how this is going to go. You and me, without drugs or alcohol? Both of us are conscious and able to recall all that'll happen? Oh, boy."
