All Chapters of Forbidden Fling: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sweet and tangy.Shana Price tastes like sugar with a twist of lemon.My mind tells me to go slow, reminding me that I don’t have any right to this beautiful woman. My mind is saying to stop, yet her soft moan is all I hear.My body has its own GPS with the destination close. Listening to my mind is out of the question.Her petite body shivers as I tease her sweet lips. They willingly part as my tongue delves inside, wrestling with hers.Not giving up its fight, my thoughts remind me how forward this behavior is and how it isn’t like me. Trevor Willis is not a man who chases a woman down, pins her against the wall, and kisses her until neither of us can breathe or cares.It’s not me.But, fuck, it should be.I like it.I won’t blame the alcohol. I’ll blame my need to know it’s really Shana and to claim her for my own. I didn’t do it last time, and I’ve regretted it every day since.When her hands come to my chest, I seize them, lifting them above her head and pinning them to the wall.

Standing at the row of sinks, I’m caught off guard by my reflection. While that image has been all kinds of crazy today—from lead in lingerie to model and back to friend—the reflection I’m currently seeing is my favorite. I tilt my head one way and the other. After only a few minutes with Trevor, my lips are pink and cheeks flushed. Even my neck is a light shade of red from the abrasiveness of his beard.Closing my eyes, my chest heaves as I remember the possessiveness in his kiss and the determination in his stare as he asked about Stephen. Maybe it wasn’t nice to not answer him right away, but the energy in his demand lit a spark that I didn’t want to let die.With the way I’m reeling, it’s burning strong and bright.I grip the edge of the sink, recalling his woodsy scent and the taste of good beer. That’s what Trevor Willis is to me, the sexy aroma of spice and outdoors and the taste of craft beer, an intoxicating combination.I could lie to myself and say that this unquenchable tw

The club clothes are gone; mine lie somewhere on my bathroom floor. I traded them for more comfortable alternatives: yoga pants covered in multicolored shoes and a big T-shirt. As soon as we made it to the hotel, Stephen did the same before coming to my room. His chic jacket and trousers are gone, and in their place, he’s wearing jogging pants and a Yankees T-shirt.Growing up in Illinois, I’m more of a Cubs girl. When I was younger, each summer my family would go into Chicago for a weekend of what my mom called family time. Most years we’d see a Cubs game. I love Wrigley, but my favorite part is Wrigleyville. Not only are the hot dogs and popcorn always the best, but it is one of the few times we’d get to see our parents relax and sit back with a few beers. They saved their alcohol intake for special occasions.Another annual stop was usually a place my parents considered educational, such as the aquarium or one of the museums. While I always liked the Museum of Science and Industry,

I can’t remember being more confused than I was last night. I didn’t know what happened and obviously, my sister-in-law was no more informed than I.One minute we’re all standing around talking and laughing.And while I was content to be part of the small group, I will admit that I was having trouble keeping my hands to myself. Shana was just too close and too beautiful. All the lies I’d told myself over the last year about how I could forget her flew out the window in that hallway. After that, I couldn’t stop myself from constantly touching her shoulder, hair, or neck.I did try to make it not too obvious, as I was trying to hide it from Kimbra.I won’t lie. That danger of discovery made it all the more exciting.One of the great things about my sister-in-law is her conversational skills. I’m not sure how she and my brother will ever carry on the family name. I’m not sure she stops talking long enough for much more than wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. Then again, I don’t spend a lot of tim

It’s been so long since I’ve been on a date—one that I actually care about, one that I want to succeed—that I am second-guessing everything, from my choice of clothes to the way to wear my hair. I know it’s silly to act like a schoolgirl at twenty-seven years old, but I can’t seem to help it.This morning after copious amounts of coffee, Stephen gave me a pep talk, which was sweet because I could tell he is still upset about seeing Max. He’s also not feeling too well. I think it’s because he fell asleep before eating many of the nachos. I, on the other hand, made sure the plate was clean before placing it out in the hall. I won’t tell my mother, but I think the nachos saved me. Even though I wasn’t one hundred percent behind ordering them, I admit that I was feeling a bit tipsy before they arrived.The fact that they also arrived with a new bottle of wine is simply another element added to my total alcohol intake for last night. Despite what some may think, I’m really not that much of