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There is a momentary hesitation from Parker before his hand grips my waist and he pulls me toward him. Our bodies press together, and I don't let my brain or logic interrupt. I go by feeling, and all I want to feel is his body between my legs.

I reach between his legs and find the hardness of his cock. I moan into his mouth. This is what I want. This is the real reason I agreed to this. I’m too stubborn to admit to him that I regret taking sex off the table.

Parker's tongue slides along my lip, and I open to grant him entrance. It might be the second-best decision of the night. His tongue presses into my mouth possessively as he leans me down onto the bench.

He maneuvers us easily, like this isn't his first time with a woman in a limo. I lose track of him as he kisses me, demanding I give more of myself over to him. It's only once I feel him cup my pussy that I fully realize what we're doing.

Stopping isn’t an option for me.

My back arches into him. I can feel my breasts rub against the fabric of my dress. It felt so soft just ten minutes ago, and now it's painfully rough as my body bows with need under him.

Parker breaks the kiss, looking down at me. "You're drenched for me, sweetheart. Are you sure you want to keep sex off the table?" His fingers circle my clit over my thong, giving me the chance to push him away, and I almost whimper. It’s like he’s reading my mind.

"Yes," I breathe. It’s a halfhearted reply at best, and we both know it. My hands are fisted in his tux and if I really wanted him to back off, I could push him and tell him to stop. I can feel the tenseness of his chest, ready to withdraw if I wanted him to.

I don’t want him to.

Parker pulls my thong to the side, so I can feel his hot skin on my wet folds. He growls at the feel of me before he slips one finger inside me.

"Would it take just one finger to please you?" He pulls that one finger out and goes back to circling my clit, teasing me. My whole body is hot and tense as my desire builds. "Or will it take two?" he demands, sliding two fingers into my heat.

My head drops back, and I don't care that it took me almost two hours to do my hair because I would let him ruin it, ruin me, in a heartbeat. He pulls his fingers out, waiting for an answer, waiting for me to verbalize this need for him.

"Give me three." My voice sounds needy and foreign to my ears.

He presses his face into my neck and I feel him smile before he kisses the pulse point on my throat. "So, I can fuck you with three fingers, but not my cock?"

"Yes," I hiss, but it becomes a cry as he slams three fingers into my pussy before curling them.

"I want you to fucking scream when you come on my fingers. I want there to be questions about if you rode my cock, my face, or my fingers when we walk into that party."

His hand keeps moving and I buck my hips, seeking the friction even as his thumb circles my clit. My orgasm builds and builds as I move closer to release. I grip Parker's biceps as I feel the start of that crash, and then...nothing. Parker pulls his fingers out of me with a dangerous glint in his eye.

"Greedy, wicked girl."

I’m panting, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. There was so much promise, so much there that could have happened and he fucking…edgesme? I’ve only read about it in books, mostly because the idea of being denied is unfathomable, and I’ve never had a partner so controlling.

Parker pulls his fingers from under my skirt and brings his hand to his mouth, but I grab his wrist and pull it to my own mouth. My arousal coats his fingers, and it's a heady thing the way his gaze burns a brand into my soul. I suck his fingers until he pulls them from my lips with a pop. I’ll let him think about that, think about the feel of my mouth around his fingers. Leave him to wonder what it would be like if I were sucking his dick.

"I believe we're going to be late to your fancy party," I whisper, reaching between us to grab his cock. As much as I want to feel his cock inside me, feel him hit the back of my throat or bottom out inside me, I want him to suffer the same way he’s leaving me unsatisfied. I want him wondering what it would feel like to bury himself inside me.

Parker eases back, watching me. "I hope you realize you've made this a game, and I love nothing more than the chase."

He pulls me up just so he can kiss me, his tongue searching for the taste of me in my mouth before reaching across me and opening the limo door.

CHAPTER4

Imake amazing arm candy for the evening. With Jacoby's help, I was able to get a better understanding of what it is that Parker does as well as small profiles of some of the other wealthy attendees.

Surprise and something akin to pride flicker over Parker's face when I ask after wives and children, or how people’s investments are doing. Every so often I mention how well Parker’s firm is doing and how proud of him I am. I have the beaming girlfriend act down to a science.

Parker's fingers stroke along my spine ceaselessly, reminding me how it felt to have them inside me. He’s equal parts gentle and firm with his touch. A bitter part of me hates him for depriving me of that orgasm.

We're on the dance floor, our bodies pressed tightly together with the intimacy of a couple who has been naked together instead of two strangers whose longest interaction has been this evening.

"You know a shocking amount about the impact of Canadian Geese in North America," Parker says as we sway to a slow song.

"They're terrifying creatures, if you must know. Menaces, really."

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