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“I want you to fuck my tits.” I feel braver asking for things from Parker that I wouldn’t ordinarily ask a lover for. Maybe it’s because this thing with him feels so fleeting, but I put myself out there for him in a way that I never have before.
The longer he goes without saying anything, the more uncertain I start to feel about the request. His eyes study me in the most critical way, and I open mine to tell him I’ve changed my mind, but he captures my mouth with his, grabbing my breast and kneading it gently.
“I would be a gentleman and say that the first thing I noticed about you was your smile, but that would be a lie. Maybe if I was courting you, that’s what I would say. But no, the first thing I noticed about you when I walked into that bar was your tits.”
I feel my cheeks go scarlet. Parker gives me a quick kiss then climbs out of bed, his cock bobbing as he walks, and I don’t take my eyes off it as he goes. It makes me feel vulnerable, lying there as he strides out of the room, and I’m left confused because I thought we were on the same page.
I want to pull the sheet over my body, but I’m distinctly aware of how sticky I am between my legs and on my stomach. He doesn’t leave me waiting long and returns with two of the gift bags in his hands.
“We got lucky. JP also left his, so we have extra toys, and–” He stops short when he sees me still spread and bare for him. The hungry gaze in his eyes ignites something in my blood and it fizzles all through me. The idea of a threesome was fun, but Parker is more than enough for me. I’m increasingly conscious of how wicked this man is, and how much I want to keep him.
“What?” I ask, aware that he’s still staring at me. I can feel my blush creeping along my chest.
“You’re magnificent. You’re lying there with your legs spread, with your perfect tits in hand, waiting for me. I’m the one that gets to fill you. It’s my come you’re going to be wearing. You were even tied up in pretty bows like my own present. Because that’s what you are, Holly. You’re a fucking gift.”
Parker climbs up my body, kissing from my knee to the crease of my hip up to my breasts before he straddles my ribs. I get the distinct impression that he’s trying to keep as much of his weight off me, and I think I might love him for it.
He pulls coconut oil from the gift bags, spreading it in the valley of my breasts and focusing on my nipples. He starts slow with large circles, working around and around, moving closer to the stiff peaks before moving outward again. I’m so fixated on what his fingers are doing that I miss that he’s started thrusting. I tilt my head up, surprising him by licking the tip of his cock.
“Do you want to know what I noticed about you when you walked into the bar?” I ask, breathless as he presses my breasts together and increases his tempo. I let my hands roam over his powerful thighs and to his hips, still occasionally leaning forward so the head of his cock brushes against my tongue.
“What?” he asks, his gaze only on the friction and where we touch.
“Okay, maybe not when you walked into the bar, but I noticed how seamlessly you stepped in to help me, and defend me, and a part of me wanted you to spread me on that bar and fuck me then and there. Not to make anyone jealous, but because I could feel your muscles when we kissed and I wanted to lick every single one of them.”
I feel Parker’s thighs trembling under my touch, and I take over for him, grabbing my own breasts and pressing them together harder. He groans and grabs the headboard.
He gives no warning when he finally comes, but I taste it on him before his hot come lashes my breasts and neck.
For a moment we stay like that, both breathing heavily, before he climbs off me. My eyes drift closed, trying to figure out what I was thinking getting into bed with Parker because he’s never going to want more with me. He plays his cards so close to the chest.
When he returns, he has a warm, damp washcloth that he uses to wipe down my body, starting with my breasts, moving down to between my legs. It’s so soothing, how he’s touching and rubbing me, that I almost want to fall asleep. We should talk about how this night has moved beyond any sort of agreement we had.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Holly.”
“I’m thinking I want to know what you’re up to,” I murmur face-down into the pillow.
“You’ve been such a good girl all night, I wanted to give you a reward.”
Parker straddles my low back, and then I feel warm liquid on my back before his fingers dive into my weary muscles.
I can’t help it, I moan. “You can reward me any day of the week”
“I would like that a lot, Miss Carlisle. You make me want to spoil you.”
His thumb hits a particularly bad knot in my shoulder.
“Why is that?” I ask, my consciousness starting to slip. Parker makes me feel so safe and comfortable, and the wicked amounts of sex don’t hurt either.
I think Parker starts to answer me, but I’m tumbling off a different cliff this time, not into the bliss of an orgasm, but into the sweet sensation of sleep.
I awaken briefly as Parker pulls one of his shirts over my head. When he wraps his body around mine, I consider changing our terms. I don’t need his money. I didn’t need it to begin with.
The way he makes me feel, the sound of his breaths evening out as he falls asleep, the addictive way he touches me, that’s all very quickly becoming what I do need.
CHAPTER10
Daylight streaming through the open window wakes me. Beside me, Parker has one arm bent behind his neck while the other idly strokes my shoulder. When I tilt my head up to him, he doesn't hesitate to kiss me.