Page 60 of Ashes of Saints

The only weird thing is living in this house. My mom’s house. It’s like I can feel her eyes on me constantly.

“You like fucking in her bedroom,” Parker said as his finger circled my clit last night. “It turns you on.”

I didn’t answer, but I think he’s right. It feels naughty and rebellious, two things I’ve never been.

The buzzer sounds and I jump.

My nerves go into overdrive as I walk over and press the button. Quickly I check my lipstick and hair, then try to act cool the moment he sees me.

I walk into the kitchen. My heel catches on the mat, and I grab the counter.

Shit.

Why do I have to be such a nervous wreck around him?

“Careful.” Parker’s arm loops around me and spins me. Then he presses me into the kitchen counter and his mouth slams down on mine.

His kisses are like fire.

Every time he takes complete possession. If he could take away my ability to breathe, so I was under his full control, I know he would.

When he releases me, I keep my arms looped around his neck.

“Hello gorgeous.” Parker grins, making my legs almost crumble under me.

“Hello handsome.”

“Ready to go?”

I nod, glancing around for my bag.

“Any hints as to where we’re going?” I ask as we step into the elevator. Last time he took me to Kai, and that was a lot fancier than I was prepared for.

He takes my hand and presses the button, looking every inch the powerful billionaire in his dark gray suit and black shirt. “No.”

I smile and glance down at the floor.

Do not fall for him.

He leads me out of the building and straight into his waiting car. Instead of the usual town car, it’s a limousine. I dart my questioning eyes to him.

“Get inside, Aurora.” Parker orders me.

A shiver runs through me at his tone. It’s the one he uses when we are intimate. When fucking. Don’t make this out to be anything more than it is or he will hurt you.

“Evening, Ms. Whitlock,” his bodyguard says.

“Hello Eric,” I say as he closes the door and climbs up front.

Then it’s just Parker and me, and the limo is moving away from the curb. A mix of nerves and excitement fills me as Parker’s thigh presses up against mine.

I’ve been in a limousine a total of zero times. It’s spacious and dark, the only light coming from tiny bulbs on the floor. Soft music plays, but it’s barely noticeable. Especially when Parker places his hand on my knee, grabbing my attention.

“I left my panties behind,” I say, to reassure him.

“Good.” Parker slides his hand farther up and my legs fall apart. His lips stretch the tiniest bit into a faint, almost evil smile.

My breath hitches as the cool air hits my vulnerable flesh. There’s no way he is going to touch me in here while we’re driving...is he? The limo has privacy, but surely—

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