Page 16 of Desirable

I wait for him to continue, but he doesn't. He's searching for something in my eyes and I'm not sure if he finds it.

"Go on," I urge, giving his hand a squeeze.

"The man throwing the party, Jean Pierre, is a pain in my ass. He has an interest in everyone all the time, and I have no doubt that he will see you as a jewel to win. He doesn't respect relationship boundaries. I honestly have my doubts about bringing you tonight." He hesitates before reaching with his other hand to drag the back of his knuckles over the swell of my breasts.

"Then why did you?" My voice sounds husky, and his gaze shoots back to mine.

"Because I couldn't show up without my girlfriend. If he propositions you–correction–whenhe propositions you, I want you to remember that you are a mouse caught in a trap with a cat. If you're not interested and don't want to sleep with him, tell him not tonight because your boyfriend has a jealous streak."

"Why would he listen to that instead of a simple no?"

Parker hasn't stopped touching me and I want him to rip these pretty ribbons holding my corset together so he can lay me bare before him.

"Because he's more afraid of a jealous lover. Because he loves the chase. If you do want to sleep with him, make it conditional on my approval and if you wanted, my involvement. I told you there would be no pressure to sleep with me, and there still isn't."

My face burns. I haven't even met Jean Pierre, but Parker is offering a threesome with this man? That couldn't possibly be what he means.

"I'm going to need some clarity," I manage to choke out.

"If you wanted to sleep with Jean Pierre, I would make it conditional on my involvement. I would watch or I could fuck his mouth while you rode him. I will follow your lead on this."

Parker's hand stills over my heart and he presses his palm against my breast. My breathing gets heavier as I envision it, my lips meeting Parker's as this mystery man sucks him into his mouth while I ride this faceless cock into oblivion. It’s a pretty image, but it’s Parker I want to be with.

Like he's reading my mind, Parker leans closer to me; all pretense of space we had is gone. He kisses my neck, his teeth scraping my pulse point as my heart hammers. "Are you imagining it now? Two men worshiping you. If you weren't so opposed to having sex with me, I would suggest it be my cock you're on while you take his dick in your mouth, or if you're open to it, I would enjoy watching him take your ass."

I moan before his mouth closes over mine. He paints such a picture with his words. I want some of it. The idea of someone fucking my ass never appealed to me, but the idea of having two men inside me is too much.

Desire coils low in my belly and I reach between Parker's legs to palm him. The length of him is firm and demanding against my hand and I don’t ever want to stop. I want to straddle him and take him inside me. I want to watch as I am the thing that undoes him. The idea of power over this man nearly has me orgasming in the back of the car.

Pushing closer to him, I pull him out of his pants. He was so right. The sight of him does make my mouth water. Before I can think better of it, I close my mouth over him and suck. He’s already gotten me off; I think it’s my turn to take the edge off before this event.

"Oh fuck, Holly."

Parker's hips drive up into my mouth unapologetically. He's careful to not thread his hand into my hair. Instead, he grips the back of my neck tightly.

I swirl my tongue over the slit at the tip of his cock. It is fast and dirty and I let my teeth scrape his shaft as he thrusts into my mouth with vicious desire. My jaw is aching from the size of him, but Parker is chasing a quick release.

"God your mouth is so fucking hot, Holly. I want you to suck my cock like you're a drowning woman sucking in air. Be a good girl and swallow it all."

It's the only warning I get before he slams into my mouth, so deep he touches the back of my throat. I swallow every drop as he spills into me and even as he finishes, I pull a few more times on him before I sit up.

I don't know what I expect to see on Parker's face. His eyes are closed and he still grips the back of my neck, holding onto me as I carefully drag my thumb over my bottom lip. When his eyes open, there’s pride shining in them.

"We're here, sir," the driver announces and that's when I realize we've been stopped for a while.

Parker grabs my neck again and pulls me into a kiss. This is the first time we've crossed the line since Shanghai, and it was a mistake because I was wrong. I won't be able to sleep with this man once and get him out of my system. I'm going to need more and more of him until there is nothing but us left in the ruins of the world.

"This doesn't mean anything," Parker swears when we finally break for air. My heart cracks at his words, and I think I must flinch because he pushes on. "If you don't want to do anything more with me tonight, with or without Jean Pierre, I'm not taking this moment as unilateral consent. I told you that if you wanted this, if you wanted more, you would have to beg. That doesn't change just because you put my cock in your mouth."

I can only nod while I wait for him to make the next move. There is too much going on in my head to know how I want to respond and what I really want to do. He cups my cheek for just a second, before smoothing his thumb down and across my lips. I think maybe he’s going to lean in for another kiss, but instead, he opens the door and helps me out.

Versailles is breathtaking. The palace glitters and for a moment, I can envision it easily, how the space would come alive when it was at its pinnacle.

Parker keeps a tight hold on me as we walk up, passing other guests in similarly colorful dresses. There is not a black gown in sight. They're all pastel pinks and blues and greens. Some have full dresses, making them wide as a car. Others have dresses that leave them barer than I am.

I shouldn't be surprised that there are photographers. They have been at every event, and after each one, Liv has reached out to Parker and me with a photo, telling us how wonderful we looked.

We were both surprised that I got and invitation to Liv’s shower in Boston next month. Parker assured me that we would both go to the city and put up a unified front.