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My skin feels hot and tight as we dance. I try to keep my eyes off the bodies around me, but as the night goes on, I see that people are falling prey to their baser instincts. There is a couple fucking at our table when we return with our drinks, but it’s suddenly too much for me.

Parker, sensing this, leads me out to a private garden. The cool night air is a balm to my fiery skin and it sends a shiver of a different kind down my spine. He pulls me against him to keep me warm, and I let him. His erection has been there off and on all night, and I can imagine the blue balls he's got.

"I feel like I need a cigarette after all that sex," I say to break up the stilted air between us.

"If you're uncomfortable, we can go."

"Stop being so chivalrous. I'm enjoying myself. I just want to enjoy myself in other ways."

Parker chuckles. “Did you bring the purple walrus again?"

"It’s the bionic bunny.” I pause, looking up at him. “And if I did?"

"Perhaps when we get back to our hotel room, I'll help relieve some of that pressure you've had building all night."

"And what would you know about it?"

"I know that I’ve been watching you rub your thighs together like it might be enough stimulation to get yourself off every time we sit down. I know because I have blue balls and every time you rub that pert little ass against my crotch on the dance floor, I think I might embarrass myself and blow my load right there, but you somehow always know when to back off."

I kiss him then, half drunk on champagne and the power I think I hold over him.

"Well, if it isn't the loveliest love birds that ever did bird," Jean Pierre says as he steps into the cold with us.

Parker groans a little but turns to face the man who I think might be his friend. "You seem to be having a successful night," Parker hedges, hugging me close to him when I shiver.

I step out of his grip, and if he's disappointed, he doesn't say as much.

Before my liquid courage can abandon me, I kiss Jean Pierre, who doesn't hesitate to kiss me back, pushing my body against Parker's. The kiss is deep, but I don't feel the burning edge the way Parker makes me feel. If anything, it makes me want Parker more.

Jean Pierre's hand rests on my hip before traveling toward my ass, which he squeezes before he grips Parker's cock. Parker gives a little moan before he kisses my neck, thrusting into Jean Pierre's hand.

"Why don't we take this back to our hotel?" Parker offers, gazing at me when I break the kiss.

"Looks like there are more successes to be had tonight, after all," Jean Pierre teases with a nod.

When Parker and I are alone, gathering our things, he pauses and grabs my hand.

"I need you to be explicit with me about what your boundaries are for us. You said you don't want to have sex with me, but I need to know where the line is."

I can't disagree. It's been uneven and hazy, with me riding his hand or giving him a blow job or even him fucking me with my dildo. He's right.

"I want you inside me. I want to feel your mouth and your cock on me. So, do your worst, Parker Worthington."

CHAPTER9

We keep drinking in the limo, splitting a bottle of champagne between us. The goody bags from the party include several different sex toys. Jean Pierre offers to show us exactly how to use them. It’s clear from how Jean Pierre is looking at Parker that I’m a means to an end.

I can relate. Sometimes, I wonder if Parker can see the same mooney-eyed, lovestruck expression on my face when I look at him.

Once we're in the room, there is a moment where no one knows what to do, but in keeping with my desire to not chicken out, I kiss Parker. I unbutton his jacket, running my hands up his firm chest while our mouths remain locked together. His hands are on my hips, drawing me against him to feel just how much he wants me. Jean Pierre is behind me, plucking out each pin and flower from my hair.

Parker angles my head so he has better access to me, deepening the kiss between us.

I know that I am falling in love with him and I am so screwed by that. I could stop this right now, and everyone will go home a little disappointed, but my feelings, my heart, might survive the night.

But I don't.

Instead, when Jean Pierre starts to kiss my neck, I tilt my head back while pressing my hips into Parker. I’d forgotten that Jean Pierre is even here.