Page 3 of Sexploitation
Truth be told, I’m not sure why Josie agreed to go out with me in the first place. It was obvious the night we met at the bar that she was hung up on someone else.
“Afraid so.” She sighs, a hint of sympathy behind her stare. “Against my advice too. Crazy woman went and fell in love. Which wasn’t the plan at all. But... I just want her to be happy.”
There’s a raw sincerity in her voice. She really cares about her friend. Maybe there’s a little more under the surface than she likes to let on. “I’m sorry, what was your name again?”
She straightens at my question, a flash of hurt filtering across her face. She’s probably used to men falling all over themselves around her. Understandably so. She’s stunning. Her kind of beauty is rare—classic. And something tells me she wields it like a sword, using it to get whatever or whoever she wants while keeping people at arm’s length.
“Parker,” she clips out.
“Right. Well, Parker... I’m already out, and my kid is with her aunt for the night. Don’t much feel like going home to an empty house. So, what’s my second option?”
Her eyes sparkle, the corners of her mouth twitching. “You can signal the waiter, grab us both a stiff drink, and we can see where this goes.” She gives me a knowing grin as I call the waiter over with a wave of my hand. “Good choice, handsome.”
One year ago
Parker
My pulse racesas I unlock my apartment and hold the door open for Elias, nervous energy flowing through my veins. I don’t know what the hell is going on with me. I’m not the type of woman who gets butterflies over a man. And it’s not like I’ve never brought someone home before. I do this all the time.
He’s just another guy. And this is just another hookup.
Elias rubs at his beard, hesitating for just a second before stepping inside, and a sense of triumph washes over me. I was pleasantly surprised when he took me up on my offer to come back here for a nightcap. He wasn’t shy about letting it be known that this was his first date since his wife died. And I’m not even the woman he asked out. But there were definitely some sparks flying by the end of our meal.
I’d been thinking about the man’s lips for most of the night, and there was no way I was settling for one lame goodnight kiss. Josie may not have wanted to take him for a ride, but I certainly do.
His eyes scan my messy studio apartment before settling on me, a hint of uncertainty behind the hunger in his stare.
Goddamn, this man is so fucking sexy.
I’m not usually into older men. At least not men with two decades on me. You know what they say, you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. But something tells me Elias doesn’t need to be taught a thing.
I kick off my shoes and reach behind my back, slowly unzipping my dress. “So... do you really want that drink?” A growl rumbles in his chest when I let it fall to the floor, leaving my bare breasts on display, nothing more than a lacy thong covering my body. “Or can we just skip to the good part?” His eyes watch with rapt attention as I inch closer, my nipples hardening from the caress of his stare.
He lifts a brow, a smile tugging at his full lips. “And what part is that?”
I bring my lips tantalizingly close to his and run my fingers through his thick hair, my center pulsing with need when he lets out a low, humming sigh of pleasure. “The part where I tie you to my bed and fuck you into oblivion.”
His arms wrap around me as his mouth slams into mine, his tongue sweeping across my lips before seeking mine. He tastes and smells like a fine aged whiskey, and I think it might be my new favorite thing. My body melts into his, my toes curling as he kisses me with so much fervor that I nearly forget we’re practically strangers.
I’m almost disappointed when his lips leave mine, forging a path across my jaw and down the curve of my neck. He inhales me as he runs the tip of his nose back up, releasing a breathy moan when he reaches my ear.
“Fuck, you smell amazing.” His praising words brush across my skin, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. “Like a Georgia peach. Ripe and ready to eat.”
I tug on his hair, pulling his head back until his stare meets mine. “Well, what are you waiting for? Take a bite.”
I bring his lips back to mine, leading him toward the bed while my hands work to unbutton his shirt. But I’m only a few buttons in before he plants his feet. His teeth scrape across my bottom lip as his mouth rips away from mine, as if he’s fighting some kind of war with himself. He rests his forehead on mine, the uncertainty in his stare now shining brightly through.
“I really like you, Parker.” His sorrowful tone creates a feeling of dread in my gut. It’s very much givingit’s not you, it’s mevibes. I’m not going to like where this is going. “But tonight was supposed to be about dipping my toe back into the dating pool, and this feels like diving right into the deep end.”
I force a smile despite my clenched jaw. “It’s sex, Elias. Not marriage. The only thing I’m interested in you putting a ring on is your cock.”
He chuckles, desire swirling in his dreamy eyes once again. “Jesus... you’re not going to make this easy on me, are you?”
“Nope. I like things hard.” I run my hand down his firm stomach, palming his stiff dick. “Yep. Just the way I like it.”
His cock twitches under my touch, his eyes closing as he takes a deep breath, and I think I’ve got him—that the fish is firmly on my hook this time—until those gorgeous brown orbs lock on mine again.
He pulls my hand away from his crotch and brings it up to his lips, placing a light kiss on my knuckles. “I’d really like to take you out again, but I’m not sleeping with you. Not yet.”