Tempting Mr. Parker

by Delilah Hunt

  She shook her head ever so slightly. Any compliment from Cade was welcomed. His praises molded around her heart and she thrived on it.

  “You do.” He pumped hard. “So fucking gorgeous. Your cheeks rounded, completely stuffed with cock. I love it when you swallow. You have no idea what it does to me knowing that you love the taste of my cum.”

  Moisture seeped from her cunt, wetting her thighs. His thrust came harder and faster and his prick jerked against the soft palate of her throat.

  “Milk it, baby girl. I want you to show me how much you missed me.”

  Shakara’s eyes burned and her breath came in tiny rasps through her nose as a thick stream of cum shot from the head. She swallowed, closing her eyes in bliss, drinking every single drop he gave her. Moments later, Cade withdrew from her mouth, scooping her up off the floor.

  If there was an inkling of misgiving about returning to him, it vanished with each step he took, cradling her in his arms. They went up the winding staircase and down the long hallway leading to the master bedroom.

  A picture on the beige wall caught her eyes, forcing her to swallow her guilt. Cade, looking ten years younger, stood beside an older man seated in a large chair. His father. Their eyes held the identical shade of green, both reflecting pride and triumph amid the backdrop of awards on the wall. Cade’s office.

  Shakara lowered her eyes and buried her face in his neck. She couldn’t allow guilt to stop her. Love was too important. Screw Radcliffe and anyone else. Cade belonged to her.

  ****

  “Are you ready to talk?” Cade asked, heading into the room. He didn’t want to push but he deserved an explanation for her behavior.

  She nodded after he sat on the bed with his arms around her waist. “I was only thinking of you and Julie. Your friend Radcliffe warned me that you might be judged because of me. He mentioned that your company would suffer. At first, I didn’t believe him. I thought he was only being a jealous asshole.”

  His lean frame tautened. He knew what was coming and his fingers itched to wring Radcliffe’s neck. He opened his mouth to assure her that his friend was out of line and wrong, but kept his silence and allowed her to continue.

  “It wasn’t until the day Julie came over for a swim that I took his words to heart. I heard you on the phone and I knew you were talking to him. It sounded as if you two were arguing because of me. You said something about losing a client and then I heard you defending me to him.”

  He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, his love for her heightening. “I wish you would have told me about your conversation with Radcliffe the night of the party. I’m not going to lie to you. For awhile I did believe it credible, that some of my clients would abandon the firm. The hypocrites. It would have been quite fine with me. There’s nothing you could have done to interfere with my company. That phone call, yes, Radcliffe was blaming you but again he was wrong. You weren’t at fault. That client had to declare bankruptcy. He could barely finance his own mortgage much less a hotel.”

  She stared at him in earnest. “Do you give me your word that you won’t hold it against me if later on there’s talk about us. If it really does threaten your business.”

  His chest tightened at the desperation in her words. “I swear to it, baby girl. I’m going to spend the rest of our lives demonstrating my love to you.”

  “You’ve already proven your devotion to me and I love you so much for it.” She curled into his chest, her eyes moistening. “All the struggles I’ve been through. I’d relive it in a heartbeat. There’s nothing I would change because this is the path that led me to you.”

  “Hush,” he purred, laying her flat on the bed. His fingers worked at the buttons on her shirt, peeling it away along with her jeans and underwear.

  Shakara opened her legs teasing him with soft delicate folds that beckoned for his touch. Her clitoris swelled, ripening under his gaze, and wetness seeped from her cunt, surrounding the tiny slit.

  He had to hurry. Wordlessly he shrugged off his clothes then reached into the dresser drawer, fingering the velvet box. He returned to her and ever so gently grasped her by the ankles until they hung form the bottom of the bed. Towering in front of her, Cade gazed into her eyes, a silent prayer on his lips. Baby girl, please say yes. Give me the pleasure of fucking you with my ring on your finger.

  “Look at me.”

  Her eyes rounded with caution and he realized he’d spoken harsher than intended.

  Ask her, ask her. Cade brought his hand forward and popped open the box, displaying the princess cut diamond ring to her.

  “Will you marry me?”

  She gasped and, after what seemed an eternity, she bolted upright, casting him a wary look of bliss.

  “You want to marry me?”

  Cade couldn’t help but laugh despite his nerves. “Yes. I want to marry you. The question is do you want to marry me?”

  “Jesus Christ.” Shakara launched herself into him. “Yes, I want to marry you. Yes. A million times yes.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  His hands shook as he lifted the ring from the box, placing it around her slender finger. His fiancée.

  She held out her hand and practiced the name on her lips. “Mrs. Caden Parker. Shakara Parker.”

  Grinning, Cade planted a kiss on her fingers. “You like the ring?”

  She nodded. “I adore it. The gemstones are gorgeous but it’s the meaning I treasure.” She smiled at him and his chest tightened.

  “I’m going to be your wife.”

  He had to kiss her. She was too damn adorable. He leaned forward and covered his mouth to hers, devouring her lips with pent-up aggression. Never again would she leave him.

  “Lay down.”

  She relaxed on the bed, her feet brushing against his legs.

  “Who do you belong to?” An archaic desire to exert his ownership of her took precedence in him. The sooner she accepted her role in his life, the easier it would be to relinquish her guarded pride. No more stripping or working at hole-in-the-wall restaurants.

  “I, Shakara James, belong to Caden Parker wholeheartedly; mind, body, and soul.”

  He nodded, her words warming his heart and filling the dull ache that lingered. She was the loveliest woman to walk the earth and she was in his bed. His jaw hardened, thinking of her sleeping inside her car in the cold dead of night. He couldn’t take it anymore.

  Cade shoved his hands behind her knees jerking her legs upward. “I love you but you put me through hell when you left. I’m aching to teach you a lesson in case you ever think of lying to me or leaving me again. I’m going to fuck you raw, Shakara. Before the night is over, you won’t be able to lift a muscle from this bed.”

  Her low whimpers went straight to his prick, the shaft twitched in response to her cries. Cade ran a finger along the center of her opening, dipping gently into the slippery heat. She felt amazing, the sweetest little cunt.

  “Oh, Cade,” she moaned, “fuck your baby girl. Please. Take me as you would have on the first day we met.”

  “Ahh, shit,” he groaned. Shakara was taking him back, making him relive his fantasies of her. His hands tightened on her shapely brown legs, just as he remembered them sticking out from her miniskirt in his living room so long ago. A ragged cry ripped from his chest and he thrust deep, uncaring if he hurt her.

  “You wanted me, didn’t you? Did you imagine me shoving you to the ground and tearing off that pitiful excuse for a skirt you wore?” He pushed into her cunt with ruthless force, his balls slapping against her ass.

  “I rubbed my clit that night. First time I did it.”

  Christ. Not what he expected to hear. Cade dragged her closer to him and she raised her hips inviting him into her heat.

  “So tight. I can feel you stretching. Almost like the night I took your virginity.” He grunted. “I thought I was going to split you in two. Best feeling in the world. It’s like that now. So fucking tight. You’ll get used to me again. In here and your so
ftly rounded ass.”

  Shakara moaned, her cunt contracting around his enflamed cock as it pounded into her.

  Cade closed his hand over a large breast, rolling the nipple between his fingertips. God they felt good. He licked his lips, hungrily eyeing the soft flesh. Later. His eyes shifted to her belly and he remembered the way her throat worked ravenously swallowing his warm seed. His cock swelled within her, plowing her with a ferocity borne of love, anger, and obsession.

  Low cries tore from her throat and her body surged upward with each brutal thrust, her breasts bouncing against her chest. He didn’t care. She was his for God’s sake. Shakara would take as much as he gave her and beg for more.

  “I’m coming,” Shakara mewled, her eyes trained on him.

  The tension on her face coupled with her neediness drove him wild. He refused to let up on her. Cade glared at her, daring her to deny him his right of ownership. She didn’t. Her cries became louder and her body trembled amid his powerful thrusts. He kept on pumping, pushing through until his balls drew up and he felt the cum rising up his shaft, spilling into her.

  He slid out of her and creamy globs of semen trickled from her cunt to the insides of her thighs. Sighing, Cade sank onto the mattress and pulled her to his side, her head resting on his chest.

  He flattened his palm to her stomach, lazily caressing it when a thought struck him. He braced himself above her on his elbows.

  “Have you been taking the pill?”

  She slapped a hand over her mouth and released a strangled cry. “It slipped my mind. I only took them in the beginning to help with my monthly cramping. I was planning on doing without this month because I didn’t have enough money to afford them, even with the discount I get. It wasn’t intentional. I swear it.” She turned, facing him. “Will you be disappointed if I get pregnant?”

  He eased back on the bed and folded his arms behind his head. He was past the age when most men became fathers for the first time. How many times had he envisioned her swollen with his child? Only a hundred and ten. He wasn’t counting.

  “It wouldn’t bother me. I don’t mind children. I’ve raised my sister and I love her. Undoubtedly, I’d love our children even more. How would you feel about becoming pregnant at such a young age?”

  Her face softened into wistful longing. “I told you I’d never lie to you again, so I won’t. I want to have your babies. I really do, but think about it, Cade. What the hell do I know about being a good mother? I had such a pitiful example. What if one day our child finds out what I used to do, that I’ve been homeless. They’d be so ashamed of me.” Her voice shook and she snuggled her head above his shoulder blade, giving up her explanation.

  With aching tenderness he caressed her ebony curls, coaxing her to look at him. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. What you did was brave. You took yourself out of a horrendous situation and you survived. On your own. Not many people have that strength, baby girl. Our children will be proud of you; but most of all, they’re going to love you. You don’t have to worry that you’ll become like your mother. You’re the sweetest, most caring person I know.”

  Cade smiled in relief when he felt her lips move against his skin, the soft nip of her teeth on his earlobe.

  “If I agree with what you’ve just said, will you come inside me again?”

  “No less than twice a day for the next fifty years,” Cade replied, flipping Shakara onto her stomach.

  Epilogue

  Shakara curled her hand over the warm tiny fingers pressing into her palm. She gazed down at the chestnut-haired girl, her heart warming as eye, the same shade as Cade’s, peered up at her with eager anticipation.

  “I miss daddy.”

  Shakara smiled at her and opened the door leading to the mall’s parking garage. “I miss daddy too, and your little brother. That’s why we’re going home after a wonderful day of shopping, right?”

  “Yes, momma.”

  Shakara bent and swiped her thumb on Arissa’s chubby cheeks where remnants of strawberry ice cream remained. She’d taken the day to spend special alone time with her daughter. Her life was busy enough these days with her artwork selling like wildfire at a local gallery and the demands of taking care of a three year old and a two month old. She loved every minute of it and so did Cade.

  The thought of her husband brought a smile to her face and she tightened her hold on Arissa’s little hands. She didn’t know how, but it seemed that each day she found something new to love about the man. He’d taken to fatherhood so well from the moment her pregnancy test showed positive two weeks after their engagement. Less than three months later, they’d flown to Bermuda for a simple wedding on the beach, with Julie as her maid of honor and a repentant Radcliffe standing beside Cade.

  “It’s you, mommy.” Arissa shouted with childish excitement.

  Shakara blinked and smiled at her daughter, unsure what the little girl meant. Her gaze followed Arissa’s toward a slender dark-skinned older woman cutting across the parking lot. Shakara froze, her heart pounding inside her chest. Regaining her composure, she chuckled airily. “That lady is nothing like your momma.” She lifted the little girl into her car seat and kissed her cheek.

  Minutes later, Shakara hit the brakes, parking her SUV in the driveway of their home. Stepping out of the car, she found herself swept up in a pair of strong masculine arms. Shakara grinned and lifted her mouth for his kiss.

  “Did you have fun, baby girl?” Cade asked against her lips.

  “Yeah but there might not be any money left in our bank account,” Shakara joked.

  Cade laughed and set her on the ground. “I suggest you start thinking of ways to earn back some of that money.”

  Excitement simmered in her lower belly as she stared longingly after her husband who was lifting their sleeping daughter into his arms. Shakara strolled ahead of him and held the main door open. They headed up the stairs, laying Arissa in her white canopied bed then checking on baby Noah, who was fast asleep in his crib.

  Shakara turned to Cade after they had entered their own bedroom. “I saw her today, Cade. My mother. Can you believe it?”

  He pulled her into his arms, cupping her chin, his eyes wide with concern. “Did she speak to you?”

  Shakara shook her head. “No, we barely looked at each other, but I knew it was her. I’m glad she didn't recognize me because it would have taken all my strength not to lose it with her. I didn’t want our daughter to witness any ugliness.”

  “Oh, baby girl,” he groaned above her head. “Come here.” Cade drew her to the bed with him, holding her to his heart. “I love you so much. I’m sorry you had to deal with that today.”

  Her stomach flipped and she clung to him, feeding off the tenderness he showed her each and every day. “Yes, but it makes it all the more worthwhile knowing I have you to find comfort in.”

  “You’ll always have me. Even after I take my last breath, I’ll still be watching out for you.” Cade stroked her hair and kissed her on the forehead.

  Shakara shifted her head to gaze at him, her heart pounding with love and admiration for her husband. “You won’t have to watch out for me because I’ll always remain at your side.” She kissed his jaw and winked. “If that’s all right with you, Mr. Parker.”

  Laughing, he tumbled to the mattress with her locked in his embrace. “Agreed. But please don’t send me to an early grave tonight while paying off your debts, baby girl.”

  She rolled her eyes and chuckled, then pushed him to his back and began planting butterfly kisses on every inch of his body available to her lips.

  The End

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