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Quinn shivered beneath his touch, the movement activating a million tiny little bumps along her otherwise perfect skin. And when Parker reached the delicate lace at the top of her panties, he barely resisted the urge to pull them down.

Instead, he continued on his path, teasing her with the lightest of touches. Following the covered seam of her perfect, heart-shaped ass, he continued lower. Watching her every breath, Parker dipped lower, pausing when his hand met the backs of her upper thighs.

Leaning in, Parker brought his lips to Quinn’s ear. “Open for me, sweetheart.” A whispered order.

Another shiver rolled through her, but she did as he asked and widened her stance. Smiling, he pulled her delicate lobe between his teeth before dropping a tiny kiss there. “Good girl.”

“Parker…” she whispered his name like a prayer.

It was a prayer he was about to answer.

Reaching down between her legs from behind, Parker cupped her sex and groaned. Despite the silky scrap of satin there, Quinn’s hot, wet arousal burned against his palm.

Fuuuuck…

A raspy whimper broke the silence, and he knew just how she felt.

Aching. Salacious. Wanton. Parker felt all those things…and more. And he knew there was only one cure.

“I know what you need, baby,” he rumbled. “You just have to let me give it to you.”

Eyes closed, Quinn let her head fall back onto his shoulder. “I’m yours, Parker.” She panted. “Whatever you want…I’m yours.”

Desperation met with lust, their combined need overriding everything—including space and time. Just like in that dark Chicago parking lot, nothing else existed. Only them.

Make love to me, Parker. Please.

The replay of the best request he’d ever heard had him pulling back. Removing the hand from between her legs, he reached up for the small metal claps at the center of her back. With a quick motion, Parker freed the two halves before sliding the thin straps from her shoulders.

The delicate garment fell to the floor next to their feet.

He moved closer, that first feeling of skin-on-skin nearly making his eyes roll back into his head. Reaching around, Parker filled his hands with a set of breasts he’d swear were made solely with him in mind, and Quinn’s sharp intake of air combined with his primal moan.

“Parker, please…”

“I know, sweetheart.” He kneaded the firm, perky globes. “I’ve got you.”

With plans to return to them later, he let his hands fall. A wicked smirk she couldn’t see lifted his lips. Placing a palm in the center of her back, he gave a gentle push, guiding her upper body forward.

“Put your hands on the bed.”

“Yes, Sir.” She flashed a devilish grin of her own from over her shoulder before obeying the low-spoken order.

Good girl.

Parker had never been a big talker in bed. He sure as hell never considered himself a Dom or participated in any sort of BDSM play. But this…

The unexpected dynamic was a huge fucking turn-on. More importantly, Quinn seemed to be enjoying it every bit as much as he was.

Playful teases and light commands. Heated glances and whispered, lascivious promises. A willing, consenting partner who trusted him, despite a past filled with nothing but disappointment from the ones she loved.

Yeah, this—withthiswoman—was definitely something he could get used to.

That’s it, sweetheart. Keep trusting me, and I’ll show you what real love is supposed to feel like.

Parker removed his hand from her back and straightened his spine. The tips of his fingers disappeared behind the delicate lining of her panties. He paused a fraction of a second…

He slid them down.

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