Page 69 of Only for the Season
“Answering your challenge.” I crawl over her until she’s forced to lay down on the sofa.
Her breath quickens, but she doesn’t give in. Not my princess. “I didn’t challenge you.”
“Sure, you did. And now I’m going to prove how into me you are.”
She bites her bottom lip and looks up at me from beneath her lashes. “How?”
I rake my gaze over her body. “Where to begin?”
“I have an idea.”
I lift my gaze to meet hers. “Which is?”
She hooks her leg around mine and rears up until I’m forced onto my back. She plants her hands on my chest and settles on my thighs.
“How about I’m in charge this time?”
I growl. “I’m in charge in the bedroom.”
“Good thing we’re not in the bedroom then.”
“This is a loft. The entire room is a bedroom.”
“Agree to disagree.” She wiggles on top of me and my cock responds by lengthening and hardening. “Something agrees with me,” she mutters before squeezing me over my jeans.
I moan. “You’re sitting on top of me and I have a perfect view of your breasts. Of course, I’m hard.”
She giggles before jiggling her breasts. “Do you mean these?”
I slap her hands out of the way. “Those are mine to play with.”
“I’ll let you play with mine if I can play with yours.”
I squeeze her nipples. “What exactly are you suggesting?”
She leans over until she can whisper into my ear. “I ride you until you see stars.”
My cock pulses in my jeans. It wants Parker to ride me while she’s naked and her breasts are free and bouncing.
My fingers dig into her hips. “I prefer to be in charge.”
She sits up and shrugs. “I can ride you until I get off and then you can be in charge.”
I don’t usually negotiate with women in the bedroom. But I can’t seem to stop myself from giving Parker whatever she wants.
“Clothes off,” I order.
She whips off her sweater. “I’m getting naked because I want to. Not because you ordered me to.”
She can say what she wants. I saw the way her eyes flared when I ordered her to strip. I know she gets off on me being in charge.
But apparently, she has a point to prove today. And after all the secrets she revealed to me this afternoon – secrets painful for her to confess to – I’m loath to deny her. She needs to feel as if she has some control in this relationship and she can have what she wants. For a little while.
I tap her thigh. “All of your clothes off.”
“Scrooge is bossy.” She rolls her eyes but stands to do my bidding. She shoves her jeans down her legs revealing her panties.
She starts to climb back on me but I stop her. “Bra and panties are clothing, too.”
