Page 136 of Just This Once

Parker turned back to me, looking tormented. “Ten more seconds,” he wheedled.

With a heavy exhale, I caved, sinking against him so I could inhale his scent.

“Ten more seconds,” I agreed.

He pulled his arms around me and buried his nose in my hair.

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” he admitted, swaying slightly with me as if trying to dance to the muffled song coming through the floor. Sounded like someone was singing “Broken Window Serenade” now, another one of my favorites.

“I can’t stop wanting you again,” Parker went on. “Can’t stop wishing I could curl up against you at night, miserable because the fucking weekend had to end. God, Trouble. Tell me it’s not just me.”

I swallowed, wishing I could lie so I could put both of us out of our misery and stop the torment right there. But I couldn’t lie to him. Not about this.

“It’s not just you.”

He released a breath and grabbed my face. “You said I’d forget about it within a month.”

“Well.” I shook my head helplessly. “It hasn’t been a month.”

He laughed harshly. “A month isn’t going to cure this. I wake up every morninghardfor you. I go to bed,itchingfor another round. I can’t stop thinking about it, needing it again, sweating bullets every fucking time I eventhinkabout your damn brother. You need tofixthis.”

“I…” Shaking my head in exasperation, I spilled out an unsteady breath before lifting my hands helplessly. “How?”

Tipping his face down into my hair, he repeated, “Come home with me,” in an achingly erotic plea. “Help me work the craving out of my system once and for all.”

My knees went weak, and my heart fuckingfluttered. “Parker…” I breathed, swallowing hard. Then, I shook my head in a weak attempt to deny him. “We agreed; it was just that once.”

“Fuck once.” Slipping his fingers under the hem of my shirt so he could skim the pads of his fingertips across the flesh of my waist, he groaned in agony. “You’re insane if you think one weekend appeased anything. I need you again.”

I swallowed, already wet, even as I pushed him back so I could slide off the sink. “We can’t.”

“We definitely can,” he argued with a wicked grin. “We’ve already proven just how well we can.”

He looked around my face with the loving hint of a smile before he spun me around and pressed my hips into the counter and his erection against my ass.

“Except maybe from behind,” he murmured into my ear as he slipped his hand inside my tutu and tights. When his palm spanned the naked swell of flesh, he asked, “We never triedthisposition, did we? Don’t you want to know if an orgasm feels different when I’m taking you from behind? You should add that to your bucket list.”

When his lips touched the shell of my ear, I drew in a ragged breath. Pressing my hand to the wall near my face, I arched my bottom out to grind against him. “This is a very bad idea; you know that, right?”

“Bad ideas are usually the best things I ever do,” he rasped as he tugged my tights down to reach between my legs and find my wetness. “Fucking hell,” he groaned. “You’re already ready for me.”

I closed my eyes and swallowed. “Of course. I’malwaysready for you.” When I heard the rasp of his zipper, I whimpered, eager to feel him inside me again. “Oh God, hurry.”

“I got you,” he assured steadily, as his hands gripped my hips and tilted me to the angle he needed before I felt him, hard and demanding.

“Holy shit. Holy shit,” I chanted as he began to press inside me, going slow. With the leggings trapping the lower portion of my legs together, it took more of an effort for him to squeeze his way in, but once he got there—oh mother of all things holy—he felt larger than life.

I bowed my head and shut my eyes, breathing hard with my hand still braced against the wall as Parker finally filled me completely, only to hiss out a breath and then start to pull free again.

I moaned, squirming against him in torment because I was basically trapped and had to rely on him to do all the moving.

When he did, thrusting in a steady rhythm, I quivered in suspense, so hungry for a release that I sobbed, “Parker, goddammit.Fuckme.”

He cursed and shoved into me harder, making me nod and moan until he hit that spot I needed and my entire world lit up.

I must’ve cried out because he slapped his hand over my mouth, and I was suddenly muffling my surprise into his fingers.

Then he groaned into the back of my neck as he shuddered and came inside me.

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