Page 76 of Mother Parker
Damn it, Hwan. Get your head in the game.
I popped the kettle on and ducked into the bathroom for a shower, but not before I took off the blond wig and put it in the bathroom cabinet. It’d need a good wash after all the sweat and bodily fluids from the crazy night we’d just had.
The hot water was a welcome soothing stream over my worn-out body, and I reveled in it, but not for long. As desperate as I was to stay under the steaming hot water until it ran cold, there were things to do.
I came out, patted my head dry, and chose today’s wig from my limited selection. When I walked back into the kitchen, I’d tacked on my favorite, the pink one, and got to work brewing coffee.
It wasn’t my chosen morning brew, but I still enjoyed how the smell of the roasted beans permeated a room, filling one with hope and a can-do attitude.
Next on my list was getting dressed. This time I opted for underwear, as I usually did on workdays, and chose a pair of spray-on light-blue skinny jeans that were sure to drive Parker insane with the memories of what had happened and the promise of more. I paired them with a loose-fitted chiffon shirt and my Converse. The finishing touch was a coating of pink lipgloss and a thin line of black eyeliner.
As I closed my closet, I heard the crack of the ladder, and I looked up to find Parker climbing down butt-naked and offering me a steamy view of his hairy ass and thick legs, his mammoth cock hanging between them, all innocent and flaccid.
“Damn, and I was supposed to be the one tempting you,” I said and slapped a butt cheek.
The loud thud rang straight to my groin and left a fleeting red mark on him.
When he stepped both feet on the ground, he turned and looked at me through puffy black eyes and a swollen face. His lips carried the residue of our intense make-out, which only made me hornier.
Even though he’d barely woken up, he did an appreciative sweep over me and licked his teeth with a growl.
“I’d say your plan worked,” he said.
He put his hands on my shoulders, turned me sideways, checked out my butt, licked his teeth again, and let me go.
“Yup, definitely worked,” he added and bent down for a kiss.
My eyes closed on instinct, and even though it was a chaste peck, it still made me whimper.
Fuck me. I’m a hopeless case.
“Come on. Jump in the shower. We’ve got work to do,” I said.
He hummed with a pleased smile on his face and sniffed.
“Is there coffee?”
“There is. But shower first,” I said and pointed at the bathroom door. “I put a fresh towel in there, and you can use whatever you want.”
One moment I was standing firmly on the ground. The next, I was pinned to him with his hand pressing the small of my back, tilting my center of gravity to my groin.
“How about you? Can I use you?”
I rolled my eyes as my cock gave its own response.
“Later,” I said with gritted teeth.
I really wanted to say, “yes, take me now, take me here, take me everywhere in this apartment,” but, well, I didn’t want him running for the hills.
Although, considering I was his first man and our first kiss had scared the shit out of him, he was handling everything with admirable cockiness.
Fucking SEALs. They will adapt to anything, won’t they?
“Shower with me,” he whined in my ear.
“I just got dressed.”
“I can help with that.” The whine turned into a sexy whisper that made my knees buckle.
