Page 45 of Royally Rivalled

Parker spoke calmly, “Sex with a virgin is nothing I'd seek out but nothing I'd avoid. I don't think it means anything, Astrid. It isn’t easy to be your age and not have more experience. I am just… surprised. You are far too pretty and witty not to have had more fun.”

I blushed, “I was... my grandmother is very conservative. My sister was a virgin until she was wed. And then when we shipped the bitch off—I'll tell you all about that sometime if you want—we all got our freedom. But dealing with those expectations and hang-ups is hard. Losing your virginity at my age isn't easy—especially when you’re me.”

Eyes softening, Parker released me from his firm grasp. “It's not a complicated manoeuvre, I can assure you. Do it with someone who knows what they are doing—not a selfish prick.”

“Why do you hate Jeremy so much?” I asked. “Might you be jealous?”

Parker glared. “No, I am notjealous. He has a history of chasing shiny objects. And while I know you are wonderful, he doesn't much care about that.”

“Uh-huh! And you’redifferent?” I wasn’t buying it.

“I'm not!“ Parker scoffed. “I bet I'd do a hell of a lot better than he would.”

He threw down the gauntlet! Parker Westfall never struck me as the type to boast about his sexual prowess. Then again, what didn't he gloat about? His tone was so direct and possessive in a way that should have elicited discomfort. Instead, I wanted him more. Here we were—pressed against an elevator door. This was my fantasy inreal life!

“I bet you think you would.”

“Yes, well, how would you know?”

“HowwouldI know?” I asked.

I was being defiant,seeing where this led.

He possessively pulled my chin towards his again, kissing me unexpectedly. Our lips met as he pushed me back against the cool metal of the elevator. Parker's weight pressed into me, his hands cupping my face just like I’d dreamt. I kissed him back longingly, almost tenderly. It was much more pining than it was hot and horny. But our bodies—and the way I felt—were going everywhere fast.

Parker's lips pulled away, but our noses grazed.

He spoke, breath hot on my lips. “You think I'm compensating?”

I nuzzled his nose and grazed my lips to his before saying, “I still don't know the half of it, do I? The theory remains untested. Anything I conclude now is based on inadequate evidence.”

He pressed me harder into the cold metal of the elevator, kissing me again. This time, I felt how hungry he was for whatever he wanted. His hands searched down my torso and stopped on my breasts. As he played with my nipple through my bra, the sensation made me moan into his mouth. Parker pulled the neckline of my blouse down and freed my breast from my bra cup. I stared as he pulled back and bent down—awkward as it was—to lick and suck my exposed nipple. I shivered in the best way, my panties feeling wet from how badly I wanted this to continue.

“We shouldn't do this here,” I whispered.

Parker came back up, hand still cupping my breast and thumb rolling across my hard nipple. He took my face into his other hand and pressed against me. I could feel his erection against my midsection as he stared down. We both wanted to do more.

“I'd gladly do this here,” Parker said. “No one is around, Astrid. We've got nothing but time.”

He leaned in and kissed me again, his tongue tangling with mine. The sensation of his thumb barely grazing my nipple again and again made it harder and harder not to moan louder. I pressed my hips towards him and ran my hand slowly down his torso, stopping at his belt.

“You curious?” Parker asked.

I looked up at him, nodding without a sound.

His hand moved down, taking mine with it. He pressed mineagainst his jeans as if offering me his hard cock. I stroked the shaft slowly, not sure what else to do. I watched his expression—one of pleasure—as I felt it. I tried to fight the grin that crossed my face.

“You want that inside you?” He asked. “You want to feel me?”

I nodded again, wanting to feel him inside mesobadly. The urge was brutal.

Parker dropped my hand. He ran his it over my leggings, ever so slightly touching my aching clit. My hips pushed even closer towards him as he did. I yearned for more.

“You're getting wet, aren't you?” Parker asked.

“You want me to be?”

“Very,” he answered. “Otherwise, this won't work.”

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