second his tongue slipped between my lips to
dance with mine.
He gripped my shoulders to flatten me against him, and then his hands roamed down
my back until he cupped my ass. The tips of his fingers reached under the hem and
stroked the skin of my upper thighs. When he turned us around and backed up against
the door, I followed. And then his hand was under my skirt and inside my thong.
I would have collapsed if he hadn’t wrapped his other arm around my waist to hold
me upright. The kiss intensified, wiping my brain clean of common sense. I spread
my legs to give him more space. When he tugged my thong to one side and thrust two
fingers into my pussy, I lost the ability to continue kissing. Our mouths parted.
My forehead landed on his shoulder, and I gripped his biceps with both hands to ride
out the impending orgasm.
“That’s my girl. God, you’re sexy when you’re aroused. My cock is going to explode.
Come for me, hon.” His thumb landed on my clit and circled the swollen nub when he
spoke.
One second later, my orgasm grasped at his fingers while liquid heat ran down his
hand.
My legs threatened to buckle.
Parker held me up. He slowed his motions between my legs until he finally withdrew
his fingers and lifted them to suck my juices. He moaned around each sloppy lick.
I stared at him, unable to form words.
And I didn’t need to. He never gave me a chance. He smiled and then held me at arm’s
length. “Take a minute. I’ll go back to the table and tell them I ran into you, and
you weren’t feeling too well.”
I nodded.
He lifted my chin and smiled wider. “Take two minutes. You look like you just got
fucked in the bathroom.” And then he was gone.
I stood there for several moments, trying to catch my breath. What the hell had just
happened?
Right.
Parker happened.
He was like a freight train. I couldn’t control the need to stand on the tracks and
get slammed into by him every time he entered the same city as me.
This was not a good thing.
I was ruined.
Slowly turning to face the mirror, I took one look at myself and groaned. No one would
ever believe I hadn’t just had sex. My face was flushed, and my hands were shaking.
I hadn’t even come down from the high yet.
And how had we gotten so lucky that no one else tried to enter the bathroom while
he’d essentially driven me out of my mind standing in the small space?
I shouldn’t have been shocked. We’d fucked in a coat closet and a janitor’s room the
weekend of the wedding. Why not add a bathroom?
I leaned against the sink and inhaled long and slow. My face was splotchy. My lipstick
was gone. My lips were swollen. I grabbed my purse off the counter and opened it with
shaky fingers. With a tissue, I dabbed at my makeup and wiped the smudges from under
my eyes. Next I fixed my lips. By the time I had run a comb through my hair, the bathroom
door finally opened.
Amy stepped in. “You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. Probably just flushed from the wine earlier. I feel better.”
She furrowed her brow. “You want me to have the limo come get you?”
I shook my head. “No. I’m good.” I stood taller, smoothed my hands down my dress,
and fought the need to cringe over the wetness coating my legs. “Give me a second
to use the toilet, and I’ll be right out.”
“Okay. You’re sure?”
“Yep.” I smiled at her and ducked into a stall.
As soon as she left the restroom, I slipped off my panties, wrapped them in toilet
paper, and tucked them into my purse. They were soaked and uncomfortable. I cleaned
myself up as best I could, washed my hands, and left the restroom. I’d probably been
in there less than ten minutes, but it seemed like a year.
I was pretty sure my life changed course in that time.
Chapter Seven
As I approached the round table, Parker stood and pulled out my chair.
“Thanks,” I muttered as I took my seat and let him push me closer.
Cheyenne
dance with mine.
He gripped my shoulders to flatten me against him, and then his hands roamed down
my back until he cupped my ass. The tips of his fingers reached under the hem and
stroked the skin of my upper thighs. When he turned us around and backed up against
the door, I followed. And then his hand was under my skirt and inside my thong.
I would have collapsed if he hadn’t wrapped his other arm around my waist to hold
me upright. The kiss intensified, wiping my brain clean of common sense. I spread
my legs to give him more space. When he tugged my thong to one side and thrust two
fingers into my pussy, I lost the ability to continue kissing. Our mouths parted.
My forehead landed on his shoulder, and I gripped his biceps with both hands to ride
out the impending orgasm.
“That’s my girl. God, you’re sexy when you’re aroused. My cock is going to explode.
Come for me, hon.” His thumb landed on my clit and circled the swollen nub when he
spoke.
One second later, my orgasm grasped at his fingers while liquid heat ran down his
hand.
My legs threatened to buckle.
Parker held me up. He slowed his motions between my legs until he finally withdrew
his fingers and lifted them to suck my juices. He moaned around each sloppy lick.
I stared at him, unable to form words.
And I didn’t need to. He never gave me a chance. He smiled and then held me at arm’s
length. “Take a minute. I’ll go back to the table and tell them I ran into you, and
you weren’t feeling too well.”
I nodded.
He lifted my chin and smiled wider. “Take two minutes. You look like you just got
fucked in the bathroom.” And then he was gone.
I stood there for several moments, trying to catch my breath. What the hell had just
happened?
Right.
Parker happened.
He was like a freight train. I couldn’t control the need to stand on the tracks and
get slammed into by him every time he entered the same city as me.
This was not a good thing.
I was ruined.
Slowly turning to face the mirror, I took one look at myself and groaned. No one would
ever believe I hadn’t just had sex. My face was flushed, and my hands were shaking.
I hadn’t even come down from the high yet.
And how had we gotten so lucky that no one else tried to enter the bathroom while
he’d essentially driven me out of my mind standing in the small space?
I shouldn’t have been shocked. We’d fucked in a coat closet and a janitor’s room the
weekend of the wedding. Why not add a bathroom?
I leaned against the sink and inhaled long and slow. My face was splotchy. My lipstick
was gone. My lips were swollen. I grabbed my purse off the counter and opened it with
shaky fingers. With a tissue, I dabbed at my makeup and wiped the smudges from under
my eyes. Next I fixed my lips. By the time I had run a comb through my hair, the bathroom
door finally opened.
Amy stepped in. “You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. Probably just flushed from the wine earlier. I feel better.”
She furrowed her brow. “You want me to have the limo come get you?”
I shook my head. “No. I’m good.” I stood taller, smoothed my hands down my dress,
and fought the need to cringe over the wetness coating my legs. “Give me a second
to use the toilet, and I’ll be right out.”
“Okay. You’re sure?”
“Yep.” I smiled at her and ducked into a stall.
As soon as she left the restroom, I slipped off my panties, wrapped them in toilet
paper, and tucked them into my purse. They were soaked and uncomfortable. I cleaned
myself up as best I could, washed my hands, and left the restroom. I’d probably been
in there less than ten minutes, but it seemed like a year.
I was pretty sure my life changed course in that time.
Chapter Seven
As I approached the round table, Parker stood and pulled out my chair.
“Thanks,” I muttered as I took my seat and let him push me closer.
Cheyenne
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