Page 6 of The Parent Trap

An hour later, I’m on the balcony of my borrowed San Francisco condo, naked, watching Destiny do her no-hands best. Which is pretty damn fantastic.

My phone rings.

“Dammit,” I hiss.

Destiny doesn’t pause but does glance up at me through the curtain of bottle platinum hair, batting her eyelashes. My cock plunges through her lips.

My phone goes silent, and I close my eyes again.

Seconds later, it rings again.

“Fuck.”

I sit up. “Hold on,” I murmur. “Just…hold that thought.”

“Uh-huh. Don’t be gone long. You’re not done yet, mister.”

Good lord. That’s her idea of sexy talk.

I grab the phone off the island inside. “Yeah?”

“Is that any way to answer the phone, Matthais?” My mother’s voice.

Yeesh. What a way to ruin a hard-on. “Sorry, Mom. What’s up?”

“Your father tells me you’ve invested in a company.”

“You have to call me for this? Yeah, Mom, I did. It’s an eco-friendly construction supply thing. They 3D print stuff for builders.”

“You should pitch it to your friend Dell. He’s been working for his family, lately.”

I snort. “Dell? Work? Not likely. He’s lazier than I am.”

“It’s a deal with his sister, I believe.”

Correction—that’sa hard-on killer, referencing Delia McKenna.

“Great. Look, I have company, so I’m gonna let you go.”

“Are you going to visiting home any time soon?”

“I dunno, Mom. I’ll let you know. Bye.” Click. Phone off.

Where was I? Oh, yes—balls-deep in Destiny’s mouth.

She’s sitting in my chair, scrolling on her phone. Doesn’t see me, at first, even when I stand right in front of her. Then she looks up, startled.

She looks me over, head to toe and back up to the middle. “Well, hello there. What have we here?” She flicks me with her tongue. “Ooh, this is yummy. I think I’ll have some of this.”

I’m tempted to tell her to shut up and get to it already, but I like to think I’ve outgrown that kind of rudeness. “Destiny.”

She licks, and licks. “Uh-huh?”

“Let’s go inside. I think it’s your turn, now.”

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Another hour later,I’m trying to figure out how to get rid of Destiny. She’s made herself awful cozy, asleep naked on the bed, on top of the covers. I think she’s faking, hoping I’ll see her lying there naked and want yet another round, and that one more fuck will lead, somehow, to me letting her stay the night. Which would, of course, lead to having breakfast together. And breakfast together would lead to an afternoon in bed, and suddenly, voila, I’d be in love.