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The way Parker is looking at me right now—like I’m the best thing to ever happen to the world. Like if he turns his eyes away, even for a second, his whole life would fall apart.
I’ll do anything for this man.
I place my hands on his chest and start rolling my hips against his, trying to catch my breath.
His calloused palms tighten around my ass. I toss my head back. His fingers dig into my skin and I pick up the pace. We’re both moaning now.
He sits up and thrusts into me. Again and again and again. Slow, then deep and hard. I kiss his neck, tasting his sweaty skin.
“Fuck …” He moves into me, hitting a spot I didn’t even know existed, over and over. He gives both my nipples a hard pinch, and I wrap my hands around him, pressing my mouth into his neck to silence my sobs. “You feel so good.” Another pinch.
“God!”
“You’re doing so well, Chere.” He slaps my nipples and I scream again, his words of praise spreading their warmth across my chest.
He flips us back around so my back is flat against the mattress and continues to push inside me. Deeper. Harder. He brings his hand down between my legs, brushing my clit, and I let out another scream.
He bucks his hips faster and his thumb follows suit, moving in strong, circular strokes. I grip his shoulders and squeeze. “Harder. Go harder …”
“That’s my girl.” Parker grips the wooden headboard’s edge, using it to push himself into me. The bed creaks with each thrust. The sound only seems to turn me on more. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
His strokes go from slow and deep to hard and fast, sending shivers all the way down to my toes.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
It’s his voice. And that “sweetheart” ultimately does it for me. I feel jolts of electricity run up my thighs, my spine, everywhere.
I’m coming undone.
His lips find my mouth again and I sigh into his. He thrusts into me one last time, filling me to the hilt before I feel him tense. His hand tightens over my wrists, and I feel him come into me.
“Fuck,” he exhales and pulls back to look at me, red splotches across his cheeks.
“I think I just died … and went to heaven,” I say.
He brings his mouth down to mine, kissing me slowly, and I laugh into it.
“Oh, we’re not done yet,” he says.
“We’re not?”
“April, if you can still form whole sentences by the time I’m done having my way with you …” He lowers himself between my legs and gives my pussy one long lick, turning my weak protests into a soft sigh. “I obviously haven’t done my job right.”
Then he shows me what heaven really is.
ChapterTwenty-Five
Present Day
APRIL
Regardless of the glamorous and alluring picture most people have in mind, attending a Hollywood premiere is quite tedious. We got here an hour ago, and since then, it’s been work, work, work.
Well, work for me. Parker was instructed to stay put in a very specific corner and “not move an inch.” Now, ten minutes later, with Tony and Kripke seated inside, I glance over my shoulder and catch Parker looking at me. He waves as discreetly as possible and I walk toward him. “You ready?”
“You look really pretty.”
Blushing, I adjust his bow tie. “You look prettier. I can’t believe Tony just had an extra tux in his suitcase. Not that I’m complaining.”
