Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Okay, I mean it makes sense.” I’m saved by the waiter who steps up to our table.
“Good evening. I’ll be your waiter for this evening. Can I get you started on a bottle of wine or one of our house cocktails?” He has a white towel draped over his arm. Parker pulls his hand away from mine, not in a mean manner but in a way that exudes control.
“Thank you. We’ll have Giacomo Conterno Barolo Riserva Monfortino, the 1955 if you have it, and for the appetizer, we’ll have the roasted tomato bruschetta with pancetta.” The waiter nods. Meanwhile, I arch my eyebrows, letting Parker know what I think about him ordering for us without asking if I have an opinion. Not that I’m picky, but I do like to attempt to ruffle his feathers. He sees what I’m doing, much like he always does. It doesn’t faze him. Parker is completely unbothered. He exudes control in every aspect of life—at work, in bed, when we’re in public. It’s in everything he does.
“We have the 1955. I’ll go put your order in and return with your waters. If you’ll excuse me.” Emilio’s chef is known for his flare of new ideas, new daily recipes, which keeps me begging to come back with my parents on each birthday. I’m also starving, so while I should be annoyed that Parker ordered for me, I’ll bite my tongue because food is my priority.
Parker nods his head, letting the waiter know that he agrees. “I should have reserved us a booth. Remind me the next time I suggest we eat out that you were right.” Most women would take the opportunity to say ‘I told you so’. I’m not going to; it’s not necessary. The way he’s looking at me, licking his lower lip, tells me all I need to know. Losing his hand when the waiter approached our table felt like losing his presence even though he’s sitting right across from me. I’m out of my seat without a second thought, moving into the chair next to his. His face tells me he likes that idea, and so do I.
“Much better.” I cross my legs. The hem of my dress slides up, showing off more thigh than I’d be comfortable with if it weren’t for Parker devouring me with his eyes, let alone when I watch as he places his palm on top of my thigh, wiggling his fingers until he has them right where he wants them. There’s one thing about Parker Hudson: he always gets what he wants.
TWENTY
Parker
“Hands and knees, Nessa.” Dinner was awkward at times, but Vanessa didn’t let it bother her, and neither did I. The moment we walked through the door to my house, we shed our clothes as we rushed up the flight of stairs, I watched as Nessa became completely bare to me, the scent of her body permeating the air, making me want to take my sweet time in tasting the wetness I’m sure is coating the lips of her pussy. Now we’re in my room, my eyes locked on how she’s crawling up the bed exactly how I like her.
“Don’t make me wait, please.” She arches her body, pushing her ass towards me, humbling me with the way she gives herself to me so freely. I drop to my knees behind her, smelling that tantalizing scent straight from the source as I blow a puff of air against her wet cunt. The glistening of wetness paints her outer lips and the inside of her thighs. I watch as her body quivers, not responding to her plea. I’m going to make my presence known when she least expects it, or until I can’t wait any longer. Knowing myself, it’ll be me who caves first.
“Parker.” The sweet way she’s begging for my lips, tongue, and fingers has me cup the globes of her ass, pulling them a part. Vanessa likes the rasp of my tongue along her forbidden entrance, loves the way my thumb will press in until her body gives way and it sucks my digit inside. My tongue slides out, lapping a circle around her clit, teasing the fuck out of both her and me. I could have her coming in less than two minutes, and I will this first time. I flatten my tongue. Taking her from behind like this gives me all the room I need while allowing Vanessa to focus on nothing else. The only thing she has to do is chase her orgasm and keep her pretty thighs spread while I fuck her with my mouth. I get the taste of her I’ve been dying for all night.
“Parker, don’t tease me.” She rocks her body, asking me to flick my tongue along her clit. Another thing I’ve learned about Vanessa—the woman has no problem being vocal or telling me exactly what she likes, how she likes it, or when she likes it. I stop at the entrance to her cunt, thrusting my tongue inside her, mostly for myself.