Our lips stayed locked as he led me to his bedroom, leaving a trail of our clothes in their wake. He pushed me down onto the bed, and my eyes instantly diverted to the prominent bulge perfectly on display through his boxer briefs. I was curious as to what I was dealing with, so I hooked my fingers around his waistband and pulled them off his hips.
“Oh my,” I said.
“Like what you see?” A smirk crossed his lips as I stared up at him, the light of the moon filtering through the window.
“I do,” I spoke, wrapping my mouth around his manhood.
Moans escaped him as his fingers tangled through my hair. His body stiffened as my mouth did its duty.
“Stop.” He lifted my head from him. “My turn.” The corners of his mouth curved upward as he climbed onto the bed.
He took my panties down, and his mouth explored me. Gripping the sheets, I reveled in pleasure. A pleasure so deep, I felt lost for a moment. I’d made the right decision to hook up with this guy. He sure as hell knew exactly how to satisfy a woman. But somehow, I knew that when I first saw him.
An orgasm tore through me, and my moans heightened. A smile graced his lips as he moved up and hovered over me. Ripping open the condom package, he rolled it over his hard cock.
“Did you enjoy that?”
“Very much,” I said.
“How about this?” He thrust inside me without hesitation.
A sharp intake of breath escaped my lips as he entered me. My senses heightened, and every nerve in my body came alive. Another orgasm tore through me as he thrust in and out. Moans fell from our lips as we enjoyed the pleasure of each other.
He flipped me over and took me from behind like a wild animal. I welcomed it.
“God, you are so beautiful,” he moaned. “And I plan on fucking you more than once.”
The corners of my mouth lifted at the thought. I needed this. Especially after the week I’d had. A wave of intense pleasure surged through my body, muscles tensing and heart racing as I gasped for breath. His moans heightened as he halted, burying himself and exploding deep inside me.
His body dropped on mine as I felt the soft press of his warm lips against my neck. I lay there, unable to move, as a warm wave of contentment washed over me. His gentle touch lingered on my skin, leaving me in a state of tranquility.
He pulled out of me, climbed off the bed, and went into the bathroom. This was my chance to get the hell out of here, but I’d heard the rain pelting against the windows and rumbles of thunder in the distance. The thought of riding my bike back to my place wasn’t appealing, so I’d wait until the rain stopped.
Chapter Three
Paige
“Can I get you a glass of wine?” he asked, emerging from the bathroom.
“No, thanks. But I will take a scotch on the rocks.”
“Better yet. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” He winked and walked out of the bedroom.
I pulled the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around me as I walked to the window, staring out at the water as the rain fell. A bolt of lightning hit, lighting up the entire room.
“Gee, that was kind of scary.” Parker walked over and handed me my drink.
“Really?” My brows furrowed.
“Nah. I just said that in case you were scared.” A smirk crossed his lips.
“I don’t scare easily and certainly not by a thunderstorm.” I walked back to the bed and climbed on it.
“So, Paige. What do you do for a living?” he asked, sitting up with his back against the headboard.
“I’m a fixer.” I tipped the glass to my lips.
“Interesting. What exactly do you fix?”