“We’ve talked about it,” he answers, and it’s only then that I realize I spoke aloud.
Crap on a cracker.
“Excuse me?” He chuckles at my choice of expletive. His voice is smooth and flows over me like melted chocolate. I want to bathe in it.
I really need to stop thinking out loud.
“Okay,” Parker says slowly, like he’s dealing with a child. “Let’s try this instead. Why were you crawling across the floor just now?”
“Exercise?” Surely my face must be beet red at this point. This is humiliating.
Parker, trying not to laugh, just shakes his head like he doesn’t believe me.
Try again shall we?
“I dropped an earring?” It comes out more as a question than a statement at this point. Even I’m aware of how lame it sounds.
“How about we try the truth?” This time he crosses his arms on his chest and hunkers in, waiting for me to come to terms with the fact that I am not going to get out of this.
“I was avoiding you,” I murmur petulantly. I know when I’m between a proverbial rock and a hard place. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.
“I’m assuming this has something to do with your rather strange behavior last night?”
“I don’t know what you me—,” I start to say, but he promptly cuts me off.
“You know exactly what I mean. I swear you’re worse than Gracie right now. Spill it.”
“Fine,” I shout, over being questioned and annoyed that he compared me to a child. “I was horny, damn it.”
What the hell just came over me? Mortification begins to set in as I realize what I just said. To my boss.
Parker’s eyes widen as he coughs, most likely to hide his shock at my statement, while I desperately look for a way out of this. I start to run past him—because running away instead of facing him makes the most sense—but he grabs my arm and stops my momentum.
“Horny?” His voice sounds strangled when he speaks. His eyes are darker than usual as he appraises me from beneath his sinfully long eyelashes.
I nod and hang my head. Short of the ground opening up and swallowing me whole, there really is no way around this conversation.
“And why does that mean you need to avoid me?” His voice is still strained and I can feel my face burning with shame.
“Please don’t make me do this,” I implore of him.
He releases my arm and runs his hand through his hair. Looking at him now, I see it isn’t just his voice that’s different. Tension is rolling off him in waves as he stares at me. Finally dropping his arm to his side, it appears he’s going to give in to my begging and let me go with my tail between my legs.
Boy, am I wrong with that thought…
“You know what? I think it’s high time we do this.” Wrapping his strong fingers around my own, he drags me into his office and slams the door behind us. Next thing I know, my back is to the door, his hands are in my hair, his mouth is on mine, and…
Holy shit…
A small moan works its way up my throat and into his mouth as his tongue tangles with mine. His answering groan sends shocks throughout my entire system. I cannot get close enough after that. My body presses into his as my hands pull his shirt from his waistband. Running my fingertips up his warm, muscular back, I’m completely lost to everything but this man. This perfect man who puts his knee between my legs and presses against my girly parts and—
My mouth breaks from his on a silent moan as I grind against his leg. Parker looks down at me with hooded eyes like I’m his next meal. His lips are swollen from our kisses. With too much pent up lust, I come apart at the seams—embarrassingly quick—and ride his leg for all I’m worth.
“Fuck,” he bites out.
His hands grab the back of my legs. As he lifts me up, I wrap my legs around his waist and seek out his mouth with my own. This kiss is just as fiery as the last. We can’t get enough of each other as he crosses the room in just a few long strides. He swipes his arm across his desk, sending his phone and stacks of papers flying haphazardly onto the floor. God, that’s hot. If I hadn’t just come a moment ago, I would be seeing stars right now.
Parker gently lays me down on his desk. His left hand is braced next to my head, while his right one delves into my yoga pants and immediately hits its target. I’m drenched as he looks straight into my eyes, hunger and need taking over every line of his face.
“God,” I breathe when he rolls his finger just right over my clit.
“Pretty sure that’s all me,” he says with a cocky grin on his face.
The last thing I want to do right now is joke. Instead, my hands go to his jeans and work the button. Parker leans back to assist me. With his pants unzipped, I reach inside and grasp his delectably long, wide and hard as steel erection.
“You need to get inside me now.” The longer I work his length, the needier I become. He’s huge and I want nothing more than to feel him buried deep. I’m catapulted to the edge of my next release just thinking about it.
I whimper at the loss of his hand when Parker digs a condom out of his wallet. I wriggle free of my pants as he pushes his jeans down his legs and rolls the condom down his cock. Licking my lips at the sight of him in all his glory, I pull my shirt over my head and push my bra cups down.
Pinching and tugging my nipples makes Parker bite his plump, lower lip. I spread my legs wide, an invitation he clearly accepts. He positions himself and slams home, his sheer force moving me across the desk.
“Yes!” I cry out, wanting more even with the bite of pain that accompanies taking something of his size without a buildup.
Parker moves in and out of me with precision. Each circle of his hips hits places inside me I never knew existed. We’re both panting from the exertion of a quick, hard fuck. I’m still tweaking my nipples when he leans down and takes over. Sucking one and then the other into his mouth.
I imagine what we look like—me spread out on his desk and him powering into me—and I cry out with my second orgasm of the night. If this were an erotic novel, it would be a bestseller.
Parker finds his release not long after mine. He buries himself to the hilt and his body shudders with the strength of it. It takes several minutes for him to catch his breath and pull out of my body. I stare at the ceiling, unable to move as he deals with the condom.
He comes back and helps me off the desk. Both of us working to right our clothes. I’m pulling up my pants when a noise outside his office suddenly brings me back to reality.
I just had sex.
With my boss.
In his office.
On his desk!
“This was…” I struggle for what to say. I want to say it was a dream come true. Heaven. Anything. But I’m not sure how Parker feels about it, and I’m afraid to give too much away.
“Whatever you do, don’t finish that sentence with ‘a mistake’.” His words are fierce and I suddenly find myself with my head in his hands as he looks directly into my eyes. “This has been a long time coming. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to fuck you on my desk like that. So whatever you do, do not tell me you think that was a mistake.”
“You’ll never hear me say that,” I assure him.
“Good.” He places a gentle kiss on my lips that has me melting in his arms. “Now tell me we can do that again.”
I give him a shaky laugh. “We can do that again, but how is this going to work? You’re my boss.”
He seems to think about that for a moment before responding.
“What happens between two consenting adults can stay between two consenting adults. We’ll figure it out as we go.”
If it means more of Parker, I can do that. No problem.
Chapter Five
It’s late Sunday morning, and I’m sitting at a table outside a quaint bistro in SoHo, waiting for my best friend, Amira. The sun is shining and a light breeze floats through the air. I close my eyes and sigh contentedly.
Every time I shift in my seat,
I can feel the effects of my romp with Parker. Before last night, it seemed like forever since I’d had sex. It’s a delicious soreness that I welcome with open arms.
My serenity is broken when Amira slumps into her seat, her giant purse slamming onto the table. Her red hair is a riot of curls framing her face and her blue eyes are hidden behind oversized sunglasses. Amira is drama with a capital D.
“Some jackass groped me on the subway,” she bitches with a frown on her face. Her arm flies up and signals the waitress tending to a couple a few tables down. “I’ll take a coffee… black. And a blueberry scone.”
“I’ll just have a water with lemon and a broccoli quiche, please,” I follow her order up with mine. The waitress nods and walks away.
“Did you get the jackass’s number?” I ask Amira once we’re alone.
“Of course.” Her laugh makes me smile and shake my head at her antics. For some unknown reason she loves collecting the numbers of men who inappropriately hit on her. The worse their behavior, the more into them she is. It’s like she’s drawn to the sleazebags. “So what’s new with you?”
“Nothing really,” I respond evasively. I’m still on the fence about sharing my night with Parker with anyone. It isn’t as if we made plans for the future. If it ends up being a onetime affair, I don’t want to make too much out of it. The last thing I need is to be known as the slut who spreads her legs for her boss. No matter how fine of a boss he is.
Amira pushes her sunglasses down her nose and studies my face for a moment. “Oh my God,” she practically shouts. “You got laid. Spill, sister.”
“Will you keep it down? I think the guy across the street heard you,” I hiss.
“Oh stop acting so prudish. We both know you aren’t. So who was the guy? Please tell me it wasn’t Scott the douche.” I cringe just hearing my ex-boyfriend’s name. Douche is giving him too much credit.
“As if I’d let that married slime anywhere near me ever again.”
“So who was it?”
“No one,” I hedge.
“Bullshit. Your face is practically the color of a tomato. Tell me now, bitch,” she demands in a tone I know better than to ignore.
“Fine,” I sigh. “It was Parker.”
Amira sits back in her chair, a look of astonishment on her face. As my best friend, she is well aware of my fascination with Parker. His hotness knows no bounds. Upon meeting him for the first time, she told me if I didn’t sleep with him, she would.
“I know,” I reply when she remains speechless.
“Okay.” She shakes herself from her stupor and leans forward in full-on gossip mode. “I need details. I need to know how and when and how. Oh, and don’t forget how.”
I laugh, more as a method of stalling than anything. Talking about this out loud makes it real. Real is scary. Right now it all feels like a dream.
“It was last night.” Amira makes a fist pumping motion of excitement.
I proceed to explain how I watched Gracie on Friday and continue straight through to Parker fucking me senseless on his desk. When I finish, I grab a napkin and wipe the drool from her chin with it.
“Holy shit, I am beyond jealous,” she breathes. “So wait, where was his daughter when you two were banging?”
“I guess his maniac ex found some bullshit excuse for why Gracie needed to go home. That’s why he was still at work.”
“Well thank God for that. You wouldn’t have gotten plowed last night if she hadn’t.”
I scrunch up my face at her choice of terminology, along with the fact that I will never, ever thank the former Mrs. Parker Stone for anything.
“I need details, Paige. Size, girth, skills… I need them all.”
The waitress chooses that moment to bring us our meals. Amira picks up her coffee and takes a sip at the same time I hold my index fingers up to show the exact length of Parker’s cock, followed by circling two fingers to show how wide he is. Amira spits her coffee all over the table, narrowly missing the waitress’s retreating back.
“Please tell me he knew what to do with it,” she begs, folding her hands in a prayer position in front of her chest.
“Oh he knew all right.” I allow a smug smirk to grace my face. He was that good.
“Damn, girl. You won’t need your books anymore. Not when you have a hot memory like that in your spank bank.” Amira fans herself, and I find myself pretty damn proud that I do, in fact, have a sinfully salacious memory tucked away for whenever I find myself in need of one.
“So are you guys going to do it again?” She asks a little while later. Our meals are finished and the conversation has died down. It’s just about time for us to part ways and get on with our afternoon activities.
“Do what?” I feign ignorance.
“Do what? You know damn well what I’m talking about.”
I stick my tongue out at her rather than answer her question. Just then my phone rings. I look down at where it sits on the table and just about have a panic attack.
“Who is it?” Amira cranes her neck to see the screen.
“It’s Parker,” I say while staring at my phone like it might combust at any moment. Six years working for the man and I can count on one hand how many times he’s called me directly on my cell.
“Answer it, damn it.” Amira swipes her finger across the screen to answer it and thrusts the phone at me. When I don’t immediately take it, she shakes it at me while mouthing threats of bodily harm or death.
“Parker,” I finally greet him, sounding far more confident than I feel.
“Paige.” His answering reply makes my stomach flip-flop. “I’m calling to request your company this evening. Say you’ll have dinner with me.”
“Just dinner?”
“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping you’d be on the dessert menu. I’ve been dying to find out how you taste for some time now.” I’d really love to know how he makes his voice so smooth and utterly irresistible.
“Oh yeah? For how long?” I ask cheekily, finally recovering from the initial shock of his call.
“Since the first day you walked into my office all those years ago. You were wearing a red polka dot dress that showcased your spectacular tits. You dropped your pen and bent over to pick it up. I’ve been hard ever since.”
“You were married then,” I exclaim. I’m really not at all offended by this. As a matter of fact, my imagination is running wild with how many times he fucked that cold fish of a wife while thinking of me.
“I’m well aware,” he says gloomily, but recovers quickly. “But I’m not now, so have dinner with me. I’ll send a car by to pick you up at seven and bring you back to my house.”
I pretend to think on it for a moment even though there is no question in my mind what my answer is. “Okay. I’ll see you then.”
Amira and I both squeal when I hang up the phone and I tell her about our plans.
“That settles it.” She grabs her purse and stands up. “I’m coming home with you. We need to find you a sexy outfit that is sure to wow him.”
Chapter Six
I tighten the belt of my trench coat before knocking on the door of Parker’s apartment. My choice of outerwear would seem like an obvious cover-up to any observers if not for the lingering rain in the air. Even with the extra layer though, the slight breeze when I got out of the car made my nipples harden. And it’s the thought of Parker’s tongue wrapping around those nipples that has kept them that way.
Parker opens his door and grins before his eyes do a lazy perusal of my body—from my wavy brown hair down to the tips of my fuck-me heels. Ushering me inside, his lips are on mine before I’ve barely even cleared the threshold. His tongue seeks entry into my mouth, which I gladly give him. His hand runs up my leg, hooking it around his hip as his groin thrusts lightly into mine.
Good lord the man is ready to go already.
I break my mouth from his and say, “You’re ruining my surprise.”
“What surprise is that?”
He murmurs against the skin of my neck as his lips begin their descent.
“Garters and… Oh God…” I don’t get any further when he inserts a finger inside my pussy, slowly pumping it in and out. “You don’t waste any time.”
“Already wasted too much of it when it comes to you.”
There is no more talking. Parker’s mouth is devouring mine. He pulls frantically on the belt of my coat. When he finally spreads it open, I shrug my shoulders, dropping it to the floor. Parker pulls back when his hands meet skin and he looks down at me with a hooded gaze.
“Holy fuck,” he groans and I tremble in his arms. The hunger in his eyes is almost too much to bear. It’s like the Big Bad Wolf staring down Little Red Riding Hood. My pussy throbs as I wait for him to take a bite.
“You drove all the way over here like this?” His words are practically a growl. “Any man could have easily seen you… touched you.”
I nod my head and shudder at his possessiveness.
“I would have killed anyone who had.”
I shudder again.
“Do you not like it?” There is no way he doesn’t like it. I just want to hear him say it. Any red blooded man would have to be blind or gay not to get a woody thanks to my red lace—see through, mind you—bra and the matching boy shorts with garter. The black nylon stockings and stilettos are just the cherry on top of this naughty sundae.
“I fucking love it.”
I have just enough time to smile in response before he bends down, grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. I have a fine view of his delicious ass as he carries me through his apartment to his bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and I practically purr with how incredible the soft sheets and duvet feel against my heated skin.
Parker lowers himself over me, his hips settling in between my legs as his mouth takes mine once again. I love the rough texture of his jeans as they graze my inner thighs. I love the growls emanating from his chest whenever my heels dig into his ass. I love how his lips are soft yet firm. I love how his tongue feels magical as it paints pictures all over my exposed skin. And I love the way his eyes darken as he removes my bra and takes in the sight of my breasts.
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