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emotions is flowing through me. I fight the urge to pull away. Can you like something but hate it at the same time? Can you want to keep going but simultaneously want to stop? The contradictions that I’m feeling are endless. I don't know what the hell is going on anymore!
    His tongue swipes mine again, coaxing me out to play. I want to, but then again, I don't. Argh! Finally, I decide to try to kiss him back a little bit. I move my tongue against his. He makes an appreciative noise and kisses me a little more fervently. There is no way that I could ever mistake Chance for a woman. Not only is he a little rougher and more forceful, but also his lips are firmer, and of course the stubble on his face keeps scratching me. If I kiss a woman whose facial hair scratches me, we've got problems.
    The hand on my neck starts to slide down. It moves slowly over my chest then down my stomach, my muscles twitching under his caress. Where does he think he's going? Fingers touch my belt. Oh hell no! He's not going to...yep, he is...his hand cups me through my jeans, giving my semi-hard cock a squeeze.
    My eyes fly open and I shove him back. "What the fuck are you doing?" I bark roughly.
    Chance's desire laden gaze stares at me. "I said in the bet that there would be groping."
    "Groping my dick is off limits!" I snap, shooting to my feet. "I never would have agreed if I knew that's what you meant!"
    "Oh come on, you were enjoying it, I could tell," he says, giving me a pointed look, his eyes shifting between mine and my semi-erect dick.
    I give him a seething look before stomping toward the door. "Grab your shit, let's go, I'm done with this."
    He sighs heavily and heaves to his feet. "Whatever.  Let me grab a shirt and shoes," he mutters before heading toward his closet in the opposite corner from where we were sitting. 
    I stare at his bare back and his nicely rounded ass...oh good god, now I'm checking out the man's ass! I roll my lips in to try to stop them from tingling. What the hell is going on with me? This is really freaking me out. This - attraction - for lack of a better word, to Chance. This week is going to be the death of me, for sure.

 
    Chapter Four
    Chance
    We started our punishment a few days ago and it feels like I haven’t had a minute alone. If I take a dump, the guy knows about it.  We’ve been hitting the gym every day, eating every meal together, and we have watched more shows on Netflix than I care to admit. Although, that has been my favorite part – hanging out, being lazy, and getting to know Parker a little better. He’s actually not as much as a douche when he is relaxed at home.  Surprisingly, we have been getting along pretty well.
    Now Parker is dragging me to his friend's dinner party and I'm not sure if I'm entirely comfortable with the idea. He tells me that his one friend owns a nightclub while the other is fucking Nick Santino. I don't know the guy personally, but I've heard of him. Anyone who's ever been in the prison system, or knows someone who’s been in the prison system, has heard of him. The guy is one of the top criminal defense attorneys in New York City. And honestly, he kinda scares the shit out of me. I know I've left that life behind, but it doesn't stop my stomach from churning nervously.
    Parker is oblivious to my unease as we walk up the stairs to the front door of his friend, Charlie's, house. I rub my sweaty hands on the front of my jeans. Jesus, why am I so freaking nervous? I'm Chance Steele, academy award winner and multi-millionaire for Christ's sake. But these are Parker's people - his best friends, his extended family. What if I don't fit in? And why the hell do I care whether or not I fit in? We're barely on speaking terms. I was hoping that the kiss would have brought us closer, not cause a bigger rift.  At this point, I'm only here because I'm forced to be; I have no other choice.
    He knocks on the door then just walks in. I follow, entering the house and closing