My hand wrapped around his hard cock, giving a few tugs, as my thumb circled around the head. Parker threw his head back in satisfaction, soft moans escaping his lips. I grabbed his hand and removed his fingers from inside me. Dropping to my knees, I wrapped my lips around him, while my hands gently stroked his balls. It sent him into a frenzy as I felt his entire body tremble.
“God, Paige. Oh my God.” His hands fisted my hair.
This intimate moment had me reeling, my heart pounding against my chest. Things were happening to me. I’d built walls for a reason, kept people at arm’s length to protect them and myself. Yet, here I was, melting under this man’s gaze. The worst part? I couldn’t even regret it. He stopped me and pulled me up.
“That was incredible, but I really need to fuck you right now,” he said, his hand softly stroking my cheek.
He turned me around as my hands planted on the marble tile. He thrust into me like a wild beast, and I took every inch of him inside as if that was where he belonged.
“Are you okay?” he whispered in my ear.
No. Yes. Maybe. How could I possibly answer that? Nothing about him was part of my carefully constructed plan.
“I’m great,” I moaned with each satisfying thrust.
His hands fondled my breasts, his fingers pinching my hardened peaks, intensifying the orgasm that was about to take over me. My moans grew louder as did his. My body tingled with delight. He pulled out and finished himself on my back.
“Fuck,” he moaned.
Turning around, I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared into his sexy eyes. He was breaking me. I could feel it and didn’t know how to stop it. I’d never felt this vulnerable before, this exposed. Not just physically, but emotionally.
“Why are you single?” I asked. “Why isn’t there a special woman in your life?”
“It’s easier this way,” he said, the water cascading over us.
“Easier for who?”
“For everyone involved.” He reached for the shampoo bottle, squeezing some into his hand. “I don’t chase love or relationships. My career is demanding, and it’s my number one priority. Relationships are complicated, and you end up losing parts of yourself or changing who you are to suit the other person. I learned that lesson a long time ago.”
“How do you mean?”
“I had a girlfriend for a while in college. Everything was great at first, then she became demanding. She wanted me to spend every waking moment with her. If I didn’t text her back within a minute of receiving her text, she would blow up my phone, asking me if I was with someone or cheating on her. She accused me of cheating when I never did, and we argued all the time. I’d seen and heard enough of that at home between my moms and my father, and I didn’t need to experience any more of it in my life. She tried to get me to quit wanting to be a lawyer because she said my studies took too much of my time and I shouldhave been spending it with her. It was at that moment that I realized relationships weren’t worth the hassle or the trouble they brought.”
“She sounds a little psycho,” I smirked.
“She was. Since then, I like to keep relationships at the casual level only.”
“I get that,” I said. “It’s obvious your brothers don’t feel that way.”
“Ha.” He chuckled. “They were worse until Morgan and Laurel walked into their lives. Now, Roman is married and has a kid, and Julian is engaged to Laurel, who has three little girls and a fourth on the way. I guess it’s crazy how life works out sometimes.”
Chapter Thirteen
Paige
Simon and I sat in the car. Parker was in the back seat. Night had fallen, and the only lights were halos from the light posts at the port. I checked my watch. It was 11:45 pm. The shipment would arrive in fifteen minutes, and I was ready. I had no idea if Elias would be here, but if he wasn’t, I would find out where he was. I needed to end him and this entire situation quickly.
“Let’s take position,” I said, opening the car door, my hand wrapped tightly around my Glock. “You do not get out of this car.” I turned and looked at Parker. “I mean it, Hamilton.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. You two be careful.”
“Northeast corner,” I said, nodding toward the shadows where four of Elias’s men stood smoking a cigarette.
“That can’t be all of them,” Simon said.
“Trust me. There’s more. Over there.” I pointed, counting at least six more men.
“Shit. We should have brought back up, Paige. Ten against two isn’t good.”