Page 83 of The Strike Zone

I had zero clue for what was about to happen and the anticipation was enough to have my heart trying to break free of my rib cage.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“I…”

“Oh, come on now, Davison, don’t go all shy on me.” He stepped nearer, though from the way his narrowed eyes never left mine, stalked would be a better description, one steady foot in front of the other. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

My flushed cheeks answered for me.

One more step.

“If I’d known I had an audience, I’d have really dialed it up.”

Parker was about ten feet away now, and for the first time my eyes dropped only to dart right back up to his grin, one that could have been taken from the devil himself.

His incredibly impressive dick I’d just watched him fist, and was suddenly desperate to experience for myself, was standing to attention under his towel.

A towel that now looked in danger of falling off.

“What do you expect?” He shrugged. “You come in here teasing me in that little dress and you want me to pretend you’re not wearing it for me? Nah, I can’t do that.”

I opened my mouth to respond, only to close it again.

One more step.

“And you think I don’t know you’re soaking wet under there, aching for me to touch you. Wanting me to give you what I just took for myself?”

Again, I couldn’t answer. My entire body was frozen. He was right about one thing. Iwassoaking wet. This wasn’t the sweet Parker who’d kissed me last night, the one who’d made my knees weak.

But I had a feeling this Parker was going to make my knees weak in a whole different way.

One more step. “You want to know what I was thinking about as I fisted my cock?”

This time I forced myself to nod.

“You, Davison. Always you. On your knees, lips wrapped around my cock.” He scratched the edges of his jaw. “Or sometimes I wonder what you’d be like ass up, my hands gripping into your cheeks as I slide into you. Or how you’d look riding me, tits bouncing in my face. Fucking amazing is my guess. Should I go on?”

My mouth dropped. My entire body hummed with static buzzing through the air, I didn’t think I’d ever been so turned on in my life. It was a wonder I could still remember how to breathe. My stomach almost convulsed as Parker’s pink tongue darted out and licked along his lower lip.

“On second thought, I have a question…”

“Yes?”

“Do you think about me?”

Slowly, I nodded. I didn’t have the brain cells to deny it.

“How much?” he asked, his head tilting as he waited for an answer. “Scout, how much?”

“A lot. More than I should.”

“What do you think about?”

My cheeks still hadn’t cooled from five minutes ago, but they heated up all over again, and he noticed.

“Okay, let’s try it like this…” One final step and Parker was so close that I had nowhere to go. The scent of him overpowered me until I was fighting for oxygen. The heat coming off his damp chest was enough for a tiny bead of sweat to materialize between my shoulder blades and roll down my spine.

There wasnowhereto go. My knees hit the edge of the bed, and I fell back.

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