Page 16 of The Last Thing (Baker Girls #4)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
HALLIE
Deck’s lips roll over my neck, and even after two rounds, it’s impossible to hold back my moan.
My restraint has been slipping over the past week-and-a-half, and seeing Deck so vulnerable and open made the last of that restraint slip away.
Fighting the pull toward him is exhausting.
Which must be why we’re tangled naked in my bed as he lazily strokes my clit.
And my new sensitive, hormonal, desperate body likes it.
“You just like making me break my rules,” I mumble.
He props himself up on his elbow and smirks at me. “You mean not hooking up with a client? Because the way I see it, we hooked up first, then I became your client, so technically, it’s not breaking your rule.”
That’s annoyingly true.
I hook my leg over his and move closer. “As long as you understand it can’t be more than this. Just sex.”
He stares at me for a long moment. “I’ll take whatever you’ll give me.”
I bite my lip, dragging my finger down his chest. “As long as you’re giving me more orgasms.”
Again, his lips go to my neck as he pushes two fingers inside me.
“As you wish.”
Deck kept me in bed until right before he had to leave to get Sophia. Hopefully, the bulge in his pants died down before he got to the pickup line.
I had no idea what to expect when he walked into my apartment this afternoon, but everything was immediately charged between us.
He’s intoxicating. When I’m around him too long, it’s like I get drunk and stop thinking clearly. Except I’m completely sober and constantly fighting my instincts.
The instincts that tell me to burrow inside him and let him have me.
Sounds like a recipe for disaster.
But since my willpower went out the window, here I am.
Sophia asked me to go for a walk with her while her dad was cooking dinner and then she convinced me to eat with them.
Though Deck and I exchanged a few looks, it’s not like we could discuss anything in front of Sophia.
Maybe today was him needing comfort and seeking it in me. Maybe it was the explosion that was bound to happen.
Or maybe it’s the start of something.
Nope. Nope. Nopity nope.
Because I’m a glutton for punishment—and need either validation or a distraction—I grab my phone off the table and open the group chat.
Me: I slept with Deck again.
No point in hiding how chaotic I am from them. They have to love me no matter what.
Frannie: You broke your rule!!
Me: As he explained it, technically I’m not sleeping with a parent. I already slept with a parent and now I’m working for him.
Kennedy: Alexa, play Usher’s U Got It Bad.
Me:
Kennedy:
Frannie: Hallie and Deck, sitting in a tree…
Me: F-U-C-K-O-F-F
Jade: Just a reminder that I’m an author and anything you say may be used in a future book.
Justin: But make it angstier!
Me: You two are nauseating.
Mark: I feel like you all need your own text group. I don’t need my phone blowing up in my locker all practice.
Hardy: Speak for yourself, Markie Mark. I need the TEA.
Brian: When Bridgerton isn’t on, he has to take his need for drama to the real world.
Me: There’s no drama. I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Me: [Taylor Swift Anti-hero meme]
Devon: Of course you’re the problem. The Baker girls are troublemakers. This isn’t new information.
Me: Thanks for the love.
Brian: We all love you. Seriously, though, are you okay?
Me: Hahaha. What’s that?
No sooner have I sent the text than there’s a knock on my door.
It could be Frannie.
But as I get off the bed and walk out to the living room, I know it’s not.
When I open the door and find Deck on the other side, I know I’m in trouble.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
We stare at each other for a second longer, then we collide in a kiss.
Because when Wilson Decker is involved… I am weak.