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“Now?” I whispered back, brushing my lips over hers, drinking in her quickened breaths. “With so many people right outside this door?”

Her pupils dilated and she arched, ever-so-slightly, into me. I reveled in the delicious dichotomy of Parker. The sweet and the wanton, the unsure and the certain. It was a potent blend, and it went straight to my head.

Leaning down, I kissed her. It was meant to be a short kiss, a singular kiss. I meant to pull away, sit her down at the desk, and ask her how her day was. But the way her lips clung to mine, the way she chased the kiss, killed any noble intentions I had. I claimed her lips again, knees knocking when they opened for me, when she opened for me.

Head spinning, I deepened the kiss, sweeping my tongue over hers, teasing and coaxing and reveling in the magic that was Parker Samuels. I still had her hands pinned above her head, and I used the opportunity to drink my fill of her, free from the distraction of her roaming touch.

Parker, however, was growing impatient.

“Gi—Gigi,” she gasped, bowing her body away from the door, her wrists twisting beneath my hold. “I want…to touch…you.”

“Not now,” I murmured before taking her bottom lip between my teeth. She whimpered. I groaned. “Pretty sure there’s a rule against getting off on the clock.”

“But isn’t—mmm.” Her words were lost as I slid my free hand up the pretty floral skirt she wore, grazing my thumb over her center. “There isn’t,” she tried again, head thunking against the door as I caressed her through her panties. “A rule a-about…oh.”

I smiled. Color traveled up her neck and spilled over her cheeks like summer roses in full bloom. Kissing one cheek, then the other, I continued to touch her. I could feel her wetness through her underwear, and my own body clenched in response. “No rules about getting someone else off,” I confirmed. “Besides, as long as you’re quiet, they’ll never know.”

As I said it, I moved the soaked scrap of fabric aside and slid my middle finger through her curls, finding her clit. She gasped, then whimpered.

“Shh, baby,” I said, dropping a quick kiss on her lips. “Quiet.”

She bit her lip and nodded. I rewarded her with another finger, parting her, making slow, consistent circles over her clit. I watched in rapt fascination as her dark lashes fluttered against her flushed cheeks, as her teeth pressed into her plush pink lip, as her chest rose and fell with each quickened breath.

“So pretty,” I whispered, heart expanding in my chest. “So, so beautiful.”

The teensiest little whine slipped from her throat, and I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing it, and every other that followed as my fingers slid into her, as my palm ground against her clit, as my entire world shrunk to only include this tiny room and this amazing woman.

Parker’s legs started to shake. Releasing her wrists, I wrapped her arms around my neck. “Hold on,” I whispered as I looped one leg over my hip and held it there. The new angle gave me the room I needed to properly fuck her. Crushing my mouth to hers, I pulled my fingers out and thrust them back in. Once, twice, three times, grazing her clit with my palm with every return trip.

I was right to kiss her. My lips muffled the helpless sounds she made as she clung tight to me. She arched to meet my every thrust, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered the bite of her nails in my shoulders, her heel in my back. But I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was making her feel good.

“Come for me, Parker, baby,” I whispered against her mouth. “I want to feel you come.”

She dragged my lips back to hers. Her kiss was messy, carnal. Tongue and teeth and gasps until there were no gasps. Until she dragged air into her lungs and held it, sinking her teeth into my bottom lip. She tightened around my fingers. I stopped thrusting, pressing my fingertips against her sweet spot. She nodded frantically, grinding onto my hand, taking from me what she needed.

And I let her.

When she came, it was with a silent, head-thrown-back moan. It was with my name on her lips.

It was with my heart in her hands.

Slowly, we caught our breath. Softly, I slid my fingers from her. Gently, I dropped her foot back on solid ground. When she opened her eyes…when she opened her eyes, when she smiled…it was incandescent.

Stunned, I shook my head both by her beauty and the way my heart expanded beneath my ribcage. “You have no idea, do you?” I said. “You’re everything and you have no idea.”

I don’t deserve you.

She laid her hand against my cheek, eyes so soft, as if she heard my thoughts. Leaning in, she pressed the most gentle kiss to my lips and whispered three words that would be tattooed on my heart forever:

“And I’m yours.”

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30 PARKER

(YOU DRIVE ME) CRAZY

A week later, I sat on the couch in Gigi’s living room, surrounded by a mountain of textbooks and notes. I was supposed to be studying, but my eyes kept finding Gigi where she sat cross-legged on the floor. Her head was dipped low, her short hair a coppery curtain shielding her face as she played her guitar.

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