All Chapters of Resisting The Playboy's Charm: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CarolinaI'm locked in.I take a deep, shaky breath. The closet is dark and small, and I've never been a fan of tight spaces.The panic wells inside me, and despite my attempts to calm myself down, I start to hyperventilate. The breaths are desperate, like my body is convinced that I'm not getting enough air.It's impossible to tell how much time I spend jiggling the door, slamming a fist on it—maybe Brandon will hear the sounds and wake up, come downstairs, and let me out. It's unlikely, though. The house is huge, the walls are mostly soundproof, and he's too far away.I can feel myself spiraling, holding on by a thread.I press myself into the jackets hanging in the back, which smell like Evans, and let out a desperate sob.Minutes pass. I try to count the time, to distract myself, but I keep trailing off, unable to focus on the count. My eyes adjust to the darkness, which only makes things worse; from the feeble sliver of light that filters under the door, I can see the walls to ei

CarolinaMy hips start to undulate, my clit throbbing as pressure builds inside me. I release my death grip on Evans's forearm and wrap my arm around his neck instead, holding myself up as little whimpers and moans pour from my lips."You're getting close, aren't you?" he asks, his voice a deep rumble against my back."Uh-huh," I gasp out."Knew it." His teeth scrape along the line of my jaw. "You make the sexiest fucking noises when you're about to come. I could listen to those sounds all night.""Evans..." My fingers slide into his wet hair, my back arching as I lean against him. "Please.""Please what, angel? Use your words.""Touch me," I breathe."I am touching you. Be more specific."God, I both love and hate how he always makes me ask for exactly what I want. But I love it more than I hate it, because every time I ask, he gives it to me."Fuck me with your fingers," I whisper. "Please."He makes a noise in his throat as the hand around my waist slides lower, delving between my

Carolina"Evans!" I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as I cling to him. I can't seem to make myself form any more words than that, but he nods as if I said something bigger than just his name."I know," he grits out. "Fuck, Carolina."His lips find mine again, his tongue plunging into my mouth like he's trying to lay claim to it as he draws almost all the way out and then slides in again. I shudder beneath him, overwhelmed by how good it feels, how different, with no barrier between us.I can tell that despite Evans's warning, he wants to make it last. His strokes are measured and long, drawing out almost completely each time and then slamming back in so hard that the bed rocks beneath us. His breathing is ragged, just like mine, and he reaches down to hook one of my legs under the knee, pressing it up toward my chest to make the angle even deeper and more intense.My skin is damp, residual heat from the shower and the exertion of sex making a light sheen of sweat cover my bo

CarolinaThe wine is perfect—not too sweet, not too acidic, with fruity notes.As I drink my wine, I watch him cook. He's genuinely talented at it, and he's only gotten better with practice. He pours the eggs into a smaller skillet, and as they cook, he flips them without the spatula—just with a flick of his wrist on the pan's handle."Whoa," I say. "Where'd you learn that trick?"He scoffs. "I've known how to do that for years.""Sure you have," I tease.He looks up at me, and the humor fades quickly out of his eyes. I frown, suddenly remembering how serious the tone of his text was, and wondering if there's some other reason he invited me over."So," he says. "Tell me what's going on between you and my neighbor.""Evans?" I blink, taken aback. My heart pounds in my chest. "Nothing."He sets the skillet down on the burner, arching a brow. "You sure about that? Because I saw you kissing on the front stoop of his house last night." He nods over at his kitchen window, which has a plain

Carolina"That's unbelievably fucked up," Olivia says.She's on speaker as I sit in my room, drawing at the little desk in the corner. I'm putting the finishing touches on a pencil sketch of a tortoise, which I promised Brandon I would teach him to draw. I just finished filling Olivia in on the situation with my mother."You're telling me," I groan, shading the tortoise's pupils. "She's a mess. The whole situation is a mess.""I don't know why, but I thought she might give up after the last time."Olivia has been my friend long enough to know the entire sordid history between me and my mother. She's been there on other occasions when my mom tried to contact me, and she's been my shoulder to cry on when everything fell apart. It's nice, not having to explain myself to her."I know," I agree. "But she never does, does she?""Guess not. But you were right to try to keep those walls up. Your mom doesn't deserve to be in your life, and it's for the best if you keep her at a distance.""Yea