Page 11 of Desirable
Parker holds the door to the suite open for me, and I give him a nod of thanks. He’s already pulled off his bow tie, leaving it hanging around his neck as he unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt.
“Do you need anything?” he asks, walking to his room. He’s been staying here for two weeks already, working on some sort of deal, and I know he’s leaving a week after me.
“No. Have a good night.”
I can’t tell him that the thing I really need is him. Nope. I packed my vibrator for this exact purpose. I unclasp the two buttons at the nape of my neck before walking into my room, easing the door shut behind me.
I breeze through my nighttime routine, washing my face and sliding into a cream-colored silk nightgown. I may not be in a real relationship, but I never let that hold me back from buying sexy undergarments, even if no one is going to see them.
I set myself up, my hair pulled into a messy topknot with my vibrator and lube set on the bed beside me. Before I turn on the Bionic Bunny, I add a dab of lube to my fingers and work myself up, my legs falling open.
It’s not hard to close my eyes and imagine that it’s Parker touching me. Now that I know how his hands feel against my clit, I let myself believe that he’s the one touching me. The fantasy plays out in my head, that he followed me into my room and pulled my dress off me. He’s just as domineering in bed as I’ve seen him be when talking with potential clients.
He easily has me pinned to the bed, teasing me as he undresses. When I get to the part where it’s him entering me, I grab the Bunny and power it on, sure that the vibrations can be heard on the other side of the Huangpu River.
I moan when I slide it inside myself, reaching up with my free hand to grip my breast as I roll my hips. In my mind, it’s Parker slamming his hips into mine until he’s buried to the hilt, bottoming out. He’s reaching out and touching my breasts and my clit.
“Are you imagining it’s me?”
My eyes shoot open and I see Parker standing at the foot of my bed with his hands buried in his pockets as he looks at me. There is that same smoldering look in his eyes as he steps closer to the foot of the bed. He’s half undressed from the party. His crisp button down is pulled from his pants, and his shirt is open, baring his chest to me.
His gaze lingers on my eyes before dropping between my legs, and I think I see his cock press against his pants.
“I asked you a question.” He steps forward again, giving me a chance to tell him to get out, to remind him thatIsaid no sex. He’s unbuttoning his pants, and I have to remind myself that he’s actually talking to me. When he steps out of his pants, I’m pretty sure the world stops spinning.
“What?” I ask. I can barely remember to breathe let alone what question he asked.
“I asked if you’re imagining that it’s me.” He kneels on the end of the bed, palming himself over his boxers. “Because every time I’ve grabbed my cock since we met, I’ve thought of you. Only you.”
He pulls himself free from his boxers, working himself in long strokes. He pauses only to hover over me, never touching my skin, to grab the lube and squeeze some out for himself. He strokes his cock, looking between my legs where my vibrator is still humming, but I’ve completely forgotten my own name at his interruption.
“What do you think of when you think of me?” I ask, finally remembering myself. I start to work my vibrator in and out of me again, moving my hips as I get my rhythm back.
Parker pushes up my nightgown, leaving the soft curves of my stomach on display. He looks like he wants to push it up further, expose me completely to him, but I’m lying on it, and we are not having sex. It’s not happening.
“I remember how drenched you were for me, and I wonder how tight you are. I think about how it would feel to have your mouth wrapped around my cock. Fucking your face is what I think about most, how I know you’d be a good girl and drink me down as I came in your mouth. I think about how it would feel to have you ride on top of me while I watched your gorgeous tits bounce.”
His hands are moving faster on his cock, not touching me. He keeps talking about every filthy thing he wants to do to me, in the shower, in a limo. He describes wanting to fuck me while he’s on an investor call, so he can reward me if I’m quiet or punish me in the most delicious ways when I scream through my release.
It might be my hand guiding my vibrator, but it’s because of Parker that I’m moaning as I come apart, breaking into a thousand pieces to be scattered to the wind. I shout his name as I writhe against my vibrator, and when I lose control, my hand movements stuttering, Parker’s hand covers mine and he keeps the tempo going, pressing the exterior vibrator into my clit. When my aftershocks have slowed and my breathing starts to even out, he sets my vibrator aside. His fingers very gently circle my clit, like he knows the sensation might be overwhelming.
Parker braces his body over mine as he continues to stroke himself. I look between us, watching how he fucks his own hand with relentless focus. My fingers tangle in his hair and I want to kiss him, want to pull him down onto me and into me, but I don’t want to break this spell. I want us to keep going. When I start to buck my hips against his fingers, he closes his eyes, and then he’s coming, marking me as his as he spills on my belly.
When he’s done, he does what I’ve been thinking for too long now. He presses me down into the mattress and kisses me. It’s like for this brief moment, we’re not fake dating and this is meant to be something.
My hands sweep down his side and I reach to his ass and pull him tighter to me. He rolls so I’m straddling him. Parker pulls down the straps of my nightgown to further expose me to him, his fingertips grazing my shoulder.
For all his dirty talk, he has nothing to say as he cups my breasts. I wish I could read his mind, know what he’s thinking as he slides my straps back up. It is a tense, heated moment as we stare at each other and I feel him harden under me again. If he asked, I would throw my one rule out the window and let him fuck me every way he described.
Instead, he pulls me down to kiss me, rolling us again on the massive king bed so I’m under him. There is something vulnerable in his gaze as he looks down on my half-naked body. His knuckles glance along my cheek, and I expect him to say something, but he stays silent. Parker leans back on his haunches, his knuckles grazing my cheek. I expect him to say something but he stays silent before turning and leaving me alone in my room.
CHAPTER7
After Shanghai, it’s like a bucket of ice has been dumped on me, or rather, on Parker and me. Our text exchanges, which had a slightly teasing tone to them as we navigated getting to know each other, are now perfunctory. I try to lighten the mood, sharing jokes and WTF moments from my office, but it feels like I’m getting nowhere.
Parker’s sister, on the other hand, has been messaging me nonstop, and as I get to know her, I get to know more about who Parker was growing up and about his family life. It feels wrong somehow, learning about his parents’ divorce from someone else, but he’s not talking to me, and though I haven’t met Liv in person, I feel like she’s going to be a good friend. It’s only when I tell Parker that I’ve been chatting with Liv does he start to open up again.
He’s managed to free himself for a few hours tonight to take me to some fancy restaurant. I was sure I had nothing good enough to wear, but Parker took care of it. I’m in a one-shoulder sheath dress that’s a deep emerald green. Times like this, when I’m getting ready for an event or dinner with Parker, are when I feel most out of my depth. I feel like a little girl playing dress-up and not the sophisticated woman he seems to think I am.