Forbidden Kiss (Carson Cove Scandals 1)

“Absolutely.” I nodded.

Taylor’s curves were so fucking gorgeous. She was so delicate and soft. I just wanted to lay beside her—I wanted the closeness of skin-on-skin. I wanted her in my arms and that want was turning into a need—every moment that we spent together heightened my desire for her. My thoughts were starting to toy with me—I was beginning to wonder if we could actually have a relationship—as inherently wrong as it would be.

Deep down, I knew that was practically impossible and unfair to her. I had already lived the years she had ahead of her. I had kids older than her—and I didn’t know if I could give her a family if she wanted one. It was better to push those thoughts into the darkness where they belonged, because I didn’t know if they could ever see the light of day.

“Are you ready to go upstairs?” I pressed my lips to Taylor’s leg and slowly kissed my way towards her abdomen.

“If you are…” She leaned back and sighed.

“I’m ready.” I looked down at my cock, which was slowly starting to engorge with more desire for the beautiful woman next to me.

“I think I remember which room is yours…” She leaned forward and started to stand.

“Do you?” I raised an eyebrow. “You’ve never been in it.”

“Is that what you think?” She giggled and started walking towards the stairs—teasing me with a sway of her hips. “Obviously you don’t know what goes on under your roof.”

“I think you better explain…” I growled under my breath and started to stand.

“Catch me and I might tell you…” She scurried towards the stairs, and I took off in hot pursuit—she was a lot faster than me—I silently cursed myself for cutting back on my cardio workouts.

Lifting is a great way to work off some aggression—but it doesn’t help much when I need to chase down a woman half my age.

Benson Estate was a maze to anyone who didn’t know the layout—but Taylor had the advantage of knowing it almost as well as I did. I was curious to know how she knew which bedroom was mine—the kids weren’t supposed to be in the east wing of the estate unless we were home, and guests definitely weren’t allowed there. The main part of the estate was for entertaining, and I more or less let my kids take over the west wing as long as they cleaned up after themselves. My ex-wife usually picked up their slack when they didn’t, which infuriated me at times, but I was always too busy with work to do anything about it.

“Okay—where the hell did you go?” I narrowed my eyes—it was getting dark, but I could see that she wasn’t in my bedroom.

“Marco…” I heard giggling from one of the other rooms.

“Really?” I sighed and ran towards the room.

“Marco…” Her voice echoed from the hallway. “If you play along, you might actually find me.”

“Fine…” I growled and shook my head. “Polo.”

We played a hide-and-seek version of Marco Polo in the east wing, and it became clear that Taylor knew that part of the estate better than she should have. Anyone who had been in the west wing could figure out the basic floor plan since they were identical, but I had made a few modifications that she breezed right through when I thought she would hit a dead end. I finally heard her calling me—and as I zeroed in on her voice, I realized that my bedroom door was open. I walked down the hall with a purpose and found her stretched out on my bed with a huge smile on her face.

“Marco…” She giggled and slid close to the edge of the bed.

“Polo.” I walked over and crawled into bed. “You really do know which room is mine—you must have done a lot more wandering around than I realized when you visited…”

“I was curious.” She looked up at me and shrugged. “It’s a big house—it’s not like I was going to steal anything.”

“You were always a little more trustworthy than some of the others that visited.” I nodded. “Still, you broke the rules…”

“Are you going to punish me?” She tried to make her voice whinier than normal—which sounded pretty comical. “Am I no longer welcome in your home, Mr. Benson should I put my clothes on and leave?”

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere.” I reached over and grabbed her wrist. “But I am going to give you a spanking.”

“Wait!” She squirmed in my grasp as I rolled her over and put a little pressure on her back so that she couldn’t move.

“Such a naughty girl…” I traced the back of her thighs and the curve of her ass. “You knew the rules.”

“I did…” She sighed and stopped struggling when she felt my touch.

“You chose to break them.” I moved my hand to the other side of her ass and traced down her thigh.

“I can’t deny that.” I felt goosebumps forming underneath my touch.