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Though it was torture, he kept his focus on his current task, carefully lowering the scrap of material all the way to her ankles. One by one, he guided her feet off the floor just enough to remove the panties before dropping them on top of her discarded bra.

Then he began to explore.

Starting with short, soft kisses, Parker left them in slow, even intervals as he moved. Up the length of her calf. Behind her knee. The back of her thigh.

While he was giving such close attention to that leg, he ran a gentle hand up the curves and planes of the other. And when his lips found the bottom swell of her rear, Quinn released a breathy moan that nearly brought him to his knees.

Speaking of knees…

Parker dropped to his, grateful he’d gone with the plush rug, rather than the fancier, more expensive oriental kind his decorator had wanted. From this position, his face was perfectly aligned with the heart of his desire.

Christ Almighty.

Her sweet, musky scent was intoxicating. Parker’s weeping cock bobbed, but he pulled upon strength he never knew he possessed and took his time.

Though they’d started out all hot and heavy, her request for him to make love to her had changed everything. It wasn’t lost on him that many people—men and women, alike—used “making love” interchangeably with “fucking”.

Not Parker. Not with this woman.

He may not know her entire sexual history, but one thing was clear. Quinn Wilder had never been with a man who’d treated her the way she deserved or given her the kind of love she craved.

I crave it, too, Quinn. But only with you.

Ready to give her the pleasure she’d been missing, Parker lifted a hand to the opened space between her thighs. Moving it higher, his fingers found her drenched with arousal. And with a playful nibble to the curve of her cheek, he slid his middle finger deep into her molten core.

“Ah!” Quinn cried out in pleasure; her inner muscles tightening voraciously around his thrusting digit.

Holy God.

If she felt this good on his hand, he could only imagine what it was going to feel like once he finally got himself fully inside her.

Parker moved his finger in and out slowly. Soft wetness met muscles of velvet, and when he sensed she needed more, he added a second finger.

Time seemed endless as he moved in even, unhurried motions. Push and pull. In and out.

Wanting to keep her guessing, he’d occasionally remove his fingers completely before running them teasingly along her wet, swollen slit. Back and forth, he’d alternate from pleasuring her both inside and out.

Over and over, he became lost, both the act and his position erotic as hell.

Quinn pushed herself against his hand, a low mewling sound filling the room as she begged, “Please, Parker. I need…”

She didn’t finish the thought, but he didn’t need her to.

“I’ve got you, Quinn.” His fingers were pistons now, drawing out as much pleasure as he could possibly give as they pushed in and out of her soaked pussy. “Do you trust me?”

He already knew the answer, even if she didn’t. Even so, Parker held his breath, hoping like hell he’d hear—

“Yes.”

Her answer was low. Breathy. And it was all he needed to know.

Parker removed his fingers in one fluid motion. Quinn gasped, her disappointed gaze finding his from over her shoulder. But before she could, he was on his feet, had her spun around, and was guiding her down onto the center of the mattress.

Standing straight, he didn’t even try to look away from the beauty before him. Couldn’t even if he wanted to. And he most definitely didnotwant to.

Holy fuck. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

With her blonde hair splayed out to the sides and those bedroom eyes staring up into his, she was a vision.Hisvision. The one he’d fantasized about more nights than he’d ever admit.

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