Page 105 of Once Upon a Fake Date

“Audrey.” His eyes traced over every inch of my body. “Fuck. You look so good in my jersey.”

The only thing I was wearing was his jersey, which had his last name on my back and his number on my body—because I was his.

“Hi, Dream Boy.” I ran my tongue over my lips.

“Rosie Girl,” he groaned. “You’re the dream.”

I fluttered my eyelashes. “Come here.”

Parker reached down, pulling off his sweatshirt and giving me the briefest hint of his muscled abs.

Biting my lip, I held back a groan at the sight. Fuck, he was hot. Tall and fit and every girl’s wet dream. But he was mine. All mine.

“That’s my girl,” he rasped, as if mirroring my thoughts. “My Rosie. You’re so perfect.”

Trailing my fingers up my thighs, I shook my head. “That’s you.”

Parker climbed onto the bed, still wearing his sweats and a tight white t-shirt that clung to his body. Those damn gray sweats that did nothing to hide his erection. Every time he’d worn them, I’d practically dropped to my knees in front of him, begging for his cock. No regrets. I knew what I wanted, and what I wanted was him.

Tonight, though, I didn’t want him in my mouth. I wanted him inside of me.

He kissed me—tenderly at first, like a casual exploration of my mouth—before it turned deeper.Hungrier. Like he wanted to devour me whole.

His hands pried my thighs apart, skimming over my bare skin at my entrance. “Shit. You’re not wearing any panties?”

I shook my head.

He ran his fingers through my slit, gathering up the wetness. “You’re fucking soaked.”

“Parker,” I moaned as he brought the same finger up to his mouth. It waserotic.

The fabric of his jersey rubbed against my nipples, and I watched him lick my juices off of his skin.

He pressed his erection against my core, still covered by fabric. I needed more. Needed his clothes off.

“What does my girl want?” He asked against my skin, teeth skimming over my earlobe.

“You,” I gasped out as he rocked against me again. “Everything. I want everything, Parker.”

He groaned as I slipped my hands under his shirt, tugging it up his stomach. He helped me by crossing his arms and pulling it off over his head, a move that had no business being that hot. It was magic; I swear. At the very least, I was entranced by his bare skin.

“These too,” I responded, sitting up to push at the waistband of his sweats. Parker helped me tug them down, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. “Need them off.”

My breath caught in my throat as he ran his fingers through his light brown strands, pushing them back off his forehead. His hair was still a little damp from his shower, his amber eyes bright as he took me in.

He swallowed roughly, his tone turning serious. “I… I want to make you feel good. But I’m nervous that I’m going to do something wrong, or that I won’t be very good, and?—”

“I know.” I cupped his cheeks. “But I trust you. I want you.”

A groan. “Fuck, baby. You’re too good to me.” He pushed his jersey up over my hips, bearing my lower half to him. “I’m probably not going to last very long the first time. But I want it to be good for you.”

“It will be. Everything you do to me feels good, Parker.” He had no idea. I’d never been with someone whogaveas much as he did. Like my pleasure was his sole focus.

He laid down on the bed, dragging me so I straddled his stomach. I was hyper-aware of how wet I was as I planted my hands on his pecs.

“Come sit on my face, Rosie,” Parker urged me, gripping my hips. “I need to make you come first.”

“Oh.” I squeaked as he lifted me up, settling me on top of his mouth. Planting my knees on either side of his head, I hovered above him.

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