Page 16 of Secrets on Sapphire

Cinnamon Whiskey

“Thank you so much.” Parker tipped the driver and watched him return safely to his limo and drive off.

She kicked off her heels and walked into the kitchen to fix herself a glass of water and a whiskey ginger. Like she did most nights when she was home alone, Parker took off her dress and sat in her favorite chair in nothing but her lingerie. She gulped down the water and then took a sip of her grown-up drink before grabbing her current read, Clipped by Stella James.

Mona was just about to surprise Walker with her favorite toy, while Parker was playing with her own, when the doorbell rang. Parker rolled her eyes and put down her toy and the book describing Mona and Walker’s world. She found a sweater lying across a barstool in the kitchen and threw it over her bra and thong set. The tan sweater barely covered her cheeks, but she figured it was decent enough to answer her front door this late in the night.

The doorbell rang again before she made it across the living room. Parker quickly stood on her tiptoes to see through the peephole. She saw a man walking away and there was no way she was going to let him go far. She recognized that ass and quickly unlocked her door. Had she known it was him, she would have never bothered to put on the sweater.

She leaned in the doorway and crossed her arms before clearing her throat. “Well you’re not going to leave before I can offer you a drink are you?” The smooth, Southern accent coming from the petite firecracker caused Naughty Nick to immediately turn around.

“Well no. That would be completely and utterly rude of me, wouldn’t it?” He began walking back up the driveway.

As soon as he made it to where Parker was standing, she returned to her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around Nick’s neck. She whispered into his ear, “It would be oh so rude.” She grazed her tongue across his neck. Nick moved his head, catching her tongue in his mouth and devouring her in a deep kiss. He shut the door behind them, neither one of them noticing the cool, blue eyes staring at them through cracked curtains.

Once inside, Parker began taking control, pushing the chiseled man down onto her couch. She straddled him and continued kissing him as hard as she could. His soft lips felt so good on hers. She was moving her hand down to Nick’s crotch when he stopped her.

“Not so fast. Are you going to get that drink you offered?”

Parker smirked and got up from Nick’s lap. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a whiskey glass out of the dark oak cabinet. She dropped a few cubes of ice into the glass and turned to face Nick. “How do you take your whiskey? As strong as you look and as stiff as I’m going to make you?”

Nick grazed his tongue against the inside of his cheek and seductively rolled his eyes at the comment. “I’ll take it however you make it.” He winked at Parker as she turned back around to finish making his drink.

She poured the amber liquid over the ice cubes almost to the brim. She topped it off with a splash of ginger ale and stirred the drink with her black painted pinky. She walked toward the alluring dream of a man waiting for her on the couch. She handed Nick the glass and watched him take a sip of it. He closed his eyes and slowly reopened them as he let the warm liquid slink down his throat.

“Sit.” Nick demanded as he patted the empty spot on the couch next to him.

“Yes sir.” Parker saluted Nick in jest and then roared in laughter before she took a seat next to him.

“I want you to do everything you’re told to do tonight.” Nick never joined in on the laughter or even smiled. He loved playing this role. It was a one night role he always managed to find the opportunity to play after his shows. He especially loved it when he found desperate housewives to play with. The show hadn’t been back to Brookston since he had Calista. He was hoping to see her tonight, but seeing as how that was impossible, this beauty would have to do.

Lost in his own thoughts, Nick hadn’t even noticed Parker was sitting in silence, not giving him an answer. “Well?”

Parker grinned wide. “Okay, I’ll play along.”

“That’s a good girl. First things first, take off that sweater.”

Parker lifted the sweater over her head and tossed it across the room.

“Next, I want you to get up and stand up in front of me.”

Parker stood from the couch and walked around the coffee table. She stood in front of Nick and waited for the next set of instructions. She liked this game.

“Take the rest of that off.” Nick sat back on the couch and watched intently.

Parker pulled off her thong and stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor. She reached her arms behind her back and unhooked her bra. She pulled the straps off of her shoulders and tossed the bra. It landed in a pile with the sweater she had thrown earlier. She again waited for what Nick had to say next. She felt exposed, but the throbbing sensation she was feeling overpowered her insecurities.

“Lay down on the coffee table.” Nick took his glass off the table to clear a space for Parker.

Parker lay across the long table and was at eye level with Nick’s growing lap. He took a sip of the drink and let out an almost silent moan. He refilled his mouth with the liquid and then stood up. He got on his knees and kissed Parker. He filled her mouth with the liquid that had just been in his. Parker swallowed and continued to lie still on the table.

Nick quickly finished what was left in the glass and then took the lone piece of ice out of the cup. He placed it on Parker’s throat. “Don’t move. I don’t want to see that piece of ice fall.”

The cold sensation on Parker’s skin was something she hadn’t expected to feel. Her skin was burning and she could feel the water melting. Nick returned to where she lay with his glass full of ice. He placed it down on the floor and again got on his knees next to Parker.

“Good girl. You didn’t move. The ice is melting.”

Parker looked into his eyes and she could see them glittering with excitement. He licked the dripping water on either side of her neck and then worked what was left of the ice cube down her chest. He stopped at her belly button and grabbed another piece of ice out of the whiskey glass.

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