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Her eyes flutter open and I reward her with a finger on her clit. I play with the hard nub while I continue to pound into her. Her eyes flare, and her breath gets caught in her throat.
“Come for me, Princess. Come all over my cock.”
“Yes!” she shouts as her pussy strangles my cock.
Her climax triggers mine and I lose my rhythm as I explode into the condom. It’s a good thing I bought a box of them today because I am not letting Parker go until I’ve wrung as many orgasms out of her as I can.
One time is not enough with Parker. I’m afraid forever with her won’t be enough.
Chapter 18
“I woke up to cookie crumbs and questionable decisions.” ~ Parker
Parker
My eyes fly open as I jolt awake. I don’t need an alarm clock. My body knows when it’s time to get out of bed and get to work.
But this isn’t my bed. And the wall of heat behind me isn’t part of my usual morning routine. A wall that’s currently curled up around me, making me feel safe and warm.
Slow your mermaid-loving mind, Parker.
Jeremy made things perfectly clear last night. One night only and he was done. My stomach hardens. I don’t want to be done.
I’ve never been with a man who made me feel the things I felt last night. My body is deliciously sore and yet it aches for more.
But there’s more to Jeremy than his skills in the bedroom. He’s kind. He asked me to dinner last night because he thinks I work too hard. My own parents don’t care how much I work.
And he’s helpful. He helped me finish the gingerbread house on time, even though he obviously had no clue what he was doing.
And he doesn’t take himself too seriously. Despite being a billionaire. He shrugged it off when the blue frosting – guaranteed to stain – landed on his sneaker. A sneaker I’ve since googled and discovered costs more than a dozen Thanksgiving pies.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” Jeremy asks in a scratchy morning voice I shouldn’t think is sexy but I do. He drags his beard slowly against the sensitive skin beneath my ear. The scratch sends sparks straight to my toes.
“I… ah…” Completely forgot all the thoughts flying around in my mind when he touched me.
This is not good. I’m going to fall for this completely unavailable and most certainly inappropriate man if I don’t watch myself.
“I can give you a few things to think about.” He rubs his hard length between my ass cheeks and those sparks turn into anticipation.
Anticipation? No. Jeremy made himself perfectly clear last night. This was a one-night stand. And one-night stands in my extremely limited experience do not include morning sex. They also don’t include staying over but what do I know?
I’m tempted to give in. To roll over and let Jeremy have his wicked way with me. I never thought I’d enjoy a man who is controlling in the bedroom. I was wrong. Epically wrong.
But I don’t want to blur the lines.
“I should go. I need to start baking for the day.”
He squeezes my hip. “You can be thirty minutes late.” He thrusts his hardness against me. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“I thought you’d kick me out of bed last night. Not invite me to have morning sex.”
He sighs before using his hold on my hip to roll me over. “I’m not a monster.”
I force myself to meet his gaze. “No. But you were very clear. One night only.”
He tugs me closer. “I’ve been thinking.”
“Uh oh, Scrooge is thinking. Watch out, Christmas ghosts.”
