Page 61 of Reckless Encounters

Fucking hell, she’s absolutely perfect.

Within seconds, I'm coming on her tongue, moaning when her lips close around my cock and she sucks me dry. She eagerly swallows me down before popping off my length with a dazed and satisfied look on her face that makes me groan.

“That was…” I blow out a heavy breath, unable to put it into words. Staring at her as she remains on the floor in front of me, I’m in awe. My hand cups her cheek, trying to convey how amazing that truly was. I hope she can see what my eyes are trying to convey.

Ava smiles. “Thank you, Sir.”

Sixteen

Irun a brush through my wet hair while I peek around Parker’s room. My heart warms when I see one picture on display of a young Parker and what I assume to be his parents. I was right; he does look so much like his mother, but his dad has those unmistakable grey eyes. My chest clenches at how happy they all appear in this picture. Parker knows greater loss than anyone else I’ve ever known, and my soul aches at the thought of what he feels when he looks at this picture.

His footsteps sound from the hallway, and I hop back into his bed, not wanting to trigger his mind to those memories tonight.

“Good thing I ordered a big box of these yesterday.” Parker smirks, tossing my latest snack obsession on his bed.

I let out a little squeal. “How did you know?”

Heart-shield, activate immediately.

“Kinda hard to miss when you are always crunching on them.”

“Oh, shut up…. And just admit you are sweet sometimes,” I say, taking a bite into a Bare cinnamon apple crisp, exaggerating the crunching noise.

“Only sometimes?” he teases, getting back into his bed beside me.

“Yup, and other times, you’re an arrogant asshole. Who turns me on way too much.” Pretty apparent when we just finished round three of the night in his shower and decided we needed a midnight snack since we barely ate dinner.

He growls, pulling me into his rock-hard cock. There’s only the thin pair of boxer briefs between us and his possessive hold on me.

“Oh, and possessive…which, speaking of, you didn’t seem too jealous of your massage therapist's hands all over me. I was pretty shocked when I walked in and saw a male.”

He lets out a low chuckle. “I don’t think I realized how jealous of a person I was until you came to work for me.”

I try analyzing that statement, wondering if he means he wasn’t that way with his ex. Or maybe her infidelity caused him to be that way.

Rightfully so.

Parker places a mind-melting kiss on my lips before pulling back. “You are one hundred percent right that I would not want another straight man’s hands on you, even if he was someone I trusted.”

He may have never known he was jealous, but I didn’t realize how hot that could be. I love knowing even though I may never fully have Parker, I have that piece of him. A piece that wants all of me to himself.

“Good thing I know without a doubt that you are not Bennett’s type. I’ve known him for many years. He’s actually married to my barber, Jeff.”

Oh… ohhh, that makes so much sense.

A comfortable silence settles between us as we both eat our snacks. It starts to sink in that maybe I should get up now and go to my room. That way, he doesn’t get all weird on me. For my own self-preservation, I’d rather be the one to kick myself out.

Placing my empty snack bag on the side table, I roll onto him, kissing his cheek, forehead, and then his lips. “Thank you for everything tonight. It’s always amazing with you.”

But when I go to pull away, he does the opposite, holding me close. “Wait, are you trying to leave right now?”

“Well, kinda. I figured it was what you would want, and I’m okay with that too. Less complicated.” I swallow thickly, trying to make myself believe everything I’m saying.

He seems to think about that for a minute. “But I wanted to make you come again,” Parker says, grinding up into me.

“I’ll never say no to that.” I swivel my own hips and feel him still hard beneath me. “One more round, and then I’ll return to my bed.”

His cloudy eyes trail to my lips. “Sounds perfect.” Parker’s tone is questionable, but I don’t read too much into it as he squeezes my ass and our tongues meld together.

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