God, that voice. Thick and raspy made sexy by a touch of humor. It sounded vaguely familiar. “Rayden, put me down.” I slapped his butt again to remind him my ass was still on display.
“Shit. Sorry, babe. Dad, meet Sianna,” he said, slipping me off his shoulder.
Glaring at my shameless boyfriend, I took a second to kill my embarrassment, then turned with an outstretched hand. “Mr. Prince—” the name froze on my lips, stuck there like the memory itself and spiking the fine hairs at the back of my neck. Holyshitfreakingnutballs. I had no idea if that was even a word, but it came to mind as eyes, the color of liquid mercury, gazed back at me—eyes that had caressed my body with both arousal and tenderness of an avid lover. Swallowing down my shock, I stared for a moment, taking in his Greek god build, well aware of the masculine bliss that laid under the knitted shirt and snug denim. The dark brown hair made lighter by the recessed bulb above, and his beard, now an afternoon scruff, sported a little more gray, adding to the sex appeal.
He took my hand in a firm shake. Against my will, my nipples hardened.Oh, God, no.My gaze dropped to his strong fingers. Clenching my teeth, I resisted the shiver, yet still remembering how they’d felt inside me, on me, touching, caressing, guiding me to earth-shattering orgasms.Shit.
“Nice to meet you, Sianna.” The way he rolled out my name, it sounded like a tasting, like biting into a decadent treat and savoring the flavors. “You can call me Drake or Prince if you like,” his deep voice flowed over me, similar to ripples on a lake. Calm, yet a deceptive disguise to the danger that lurked beneath. If he recognized me, he didn’t show it. His smile was sweet, sickeningly so. I was sure he remembered me, but I couldn’t help marveling at his control if he did.
“Likewise, Mr. Princeton,” I mumbled, pivoted, and hurried away, not caring if Rayden followed.Holy shit. Fuck. Shit.I bit my tongue to keep from shouting out loud. Oh, my God. How—how? I stumbled on my thoughts as I shot into the bathroom and under the shower in seconds. With the hot water pelting my body, I gripped the sides of my head and stared at the frosted glass cubicle, willing an answer. How had the universe managed to manipulate me into these situations? My bottom lip between my teeth, I paced the length and breadth of the shower. “How do I get out of this? What do I tell Rayden?” I was so screwed.
“Babe?” the sudden call forced me to reach for the soap. “You okay?” He came up behind me.
“Yeah, why?” I lathered my body, trying to emulate the usual calm I couldn’t feel.
“I’m sorry about that.” Rayden attempted to slide his hands around my waist. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“You don’t say.” I pushed him away, annoyed with my behavior. He didn’t deserve any of my irritation. Well, nobody did. Nobody could’ve predicted my future or the fact that I’d end up dating the son of my hot as fuck one-night stand.
I whirled around, and he took a step back. “Do people actually call your father, Prince?” I asked, a little more harshly than intended.
“Yes. Short for Princeton, mainly used by his friends but it kind of stuck with most people.”
So, he hadn’t lied about his name. How could I not have seen that? Hadn’t he loaned me his coat outside the Princeton building? Without another word, I stepped out of the shower, leaving Rayden to rinse off. While dressing and drying my hair, my thoughts ran rampant again. The next few days were going to be the hardest I’d ever faced, and my holiday had just started. How do I spend the rest of it avoiding—wait. What do I call him? Prince? Mr. Princeton. Drake? Despite my annoyance, I found the masculine name sexy.Jesus, girl. Is this really the time?Once again, catch twenty-two fucked me over.
“Sianna.”
I looked up. Rayden stood at the bathroom door, his expression apologetic. I felt like a real idiot for mistreating him. “I’m sorry, I overreacted.” Only as I moved closer did I recognize that apart from the distinct differences in hair and eye color, anyone could see they were father and son. It was no wonder Rayden looked familiar. I was past cursing now. It didn’t help anyway.
He slipped his hands around my waist and drew me in for a light kiss. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t how I intended for you to meet my family. I know it's embarrassing when your future father-in-law comes face to ass first by way of an introduction.” He grinned, and I punched his chest.
“Future father-in-law? Who said anything about me marrying you?” I teased despite the roiling chaos in my stomach. I was counting on the fact that Drake didn’t remember me.
“A man can be optimistic, can’t he?” His grip tightened on my waist. “Want to finish what we started in the jacuzzi.” He flexed his hard-on against my stomach.
I shook my head. “I haven’t forgiven you yet, so no sex until I say when.” There was no way I could have sex with him right now, feeling the way I did. Worse still, knowing his father, my ex-lover was just a door or two away.
“You can’t be serious.” He gaped wide-eyed at me.
I gave him a nonchalant shrug, turned, and stepped away from him. “Lessons in love, handsome.”
He gripped the belt on my dress and dragged me back to his hard body. Nudging his shaft between the cleft of my butt, he grasped my hips and slid his cock up and down. “I’d like to see how long you’ll resist me,” he growled in my ear.
I tipped my head back to look up at him. “Challenge accepted.” In two seconds flat, he had me pinned under his body on the bed. Laughing as he tickled my sides, I tried to push him off me. He was way too heavy. “You’re using your full weight, you cheat.”
“You said challenge accepted, babe, nothing about rules.”
He gripped both my hands in one of his and held them above my head. The other slipped under my dress, squeezing a breast until the nipple hardened. Pushing up the dress, he yanked down the bra and sucked the hardened bud into his mouth. I moaned out loud, then clamped my mouth, realizing we were no longer in the privacy of my apartment and that several bedrooms stood next to ours.
“Ray,” I panted.
He lifted his head. “Yeah.”
“I want to ride you.” I had no idea where that came from, but my tone's aggression earned me a surprised look before he flipped us around. Usually, he led, and I followed. “No touching me. Grab the headboard,” I ordered, slipping my dress over my head and removing my panties.
His brow shot up. “What have you done to my girlfriend?”
I grinned at his smirk and reached for a condom. Gripping his cock, I stroked him up and down until I rubbed a thumb over the precum beading the slit. His breath rushed out. He moved his hands, and I shook my head. “No touching.” I squeezed his cock, relishing the strangled sound of his breathing.
