Page 7 of Desirable

"And how much of your knowledge did you acquire after scoring an invitation to this fundraiser?"

Fundraiser. I scoff at him. This entire gala reeks of an excuse to have a party rather than concern for the Eradication of the Canadian Goose from North America.

"I'd say ninety-five percent. I did grow up in a neighborhood that was terrorized by them." I wanted to be ready for tonight in case I was asked some random question about the gala or Parker’s business.

Parker leans back, a question in his eyes, but he never gets to voice it.

"Parker!" a cheery male voice calls, interrupting our dance. "I'm sorry. I've been trying to catch you all night."

"Charlie Breckenridge,” Parker greets. “How is the old lady?"

"Seething over that comment from home, I'm sure. One of her friends has the flu, so she's taking care of her. Honestly, I think she was glad not to come. Who is your date? I don't believe we've met."

Parker makes the introductions, and Charlie shakes my hand, though my hand disappears into his. He has an easy smile and beautiful blue eyes with perfectly-styled blond hair. He’s the type of man who looks almost too perfect to be real.

“How did you two meet?” Charlie asks, leading us off the dance floor. There is a silent question in Parker’s eyes, asking if this is okay. It’s been the same silent communication we’ve had every time he’s been approached by a business associate.

“At a bar,” I say. “Parker was my knight in shining armor when my shithead ex showed up.”

Something darkens in Charlie’s face that has Parker pushing on. “Nothing physical, just a general douche.”

“Got it. Well, I don’t know that I’ve ever heard Parker described as a knight in shining armor, but I suppose there is a first time for everything. Mind if I steal your date to talk shop?” Charlie is the first to actually ask. All the rest just assume and try to walk off with him. To Parker’s credit, he’s been firm in staying by my side.

"I'd rather not leave Holly to the wolves."

"Not at all,” I assure him, squeezing his forearm. His eyes flit to where we touch before meeting my gaze with a fierceness that melts my panties. “Talk. I'll walk around the exhibits some." Boldly, I press a kiss to the corner of Parker's mouth. He nods, but I don't look back at him as I walk away.

As soon as I get some distance from him, I take a deep, soothing breath while pressing my back to a cold wall. The music throbs in time with my pulse and the memory of his fingers moving inside me. IthinkI’ve done a good job tonight of keeping everyone fooled. I’ve played the part of a doting girlfriend all night, and I’m exhausted by this feeling of teetering on a razor’s edge with Parker, orgasm or not.

Once I'm able to calm myself, pushing down the haze of lust that has descended on my mind, I try to focus on the firm ground under my feet. The museum where the gala is held has several exhibits still open to guests, though the lights are all down, making it difficult to really know what we’re seeing. I’m studying a painting in front of me when movement catches my eye. I turn my head, just barely, and hold in a gasp at the sight.

Just beyond the draped fabric marking off an unauthorized area is a couple pressed against the wall in a compromising position.

It’s not hard to see what they’re doing from my vantage point and the voyeur in me can’t look away. Not when he slides off her underwear and pockets them, not when she arches her breasts into him. Definitely not when I hear their moans reach where I’m standing.

I imagine that Parker has me pinned to the wall, his powerful body pressed against mine as he moves inside me. I know it’s what I’m going to be thinking about when I reach for my vibrator tonight.

"Are you enjoying the show?" Parker’s question is a hot breath against my neck. I didn't even hear him approach. I was so focused on the couple, on my own fantasy. "It's okay if you are. I am."

Parker presses against me, his chest to my back. I can feel every point our bodies touch so clearly. His erection against my ass is demanding. His hand comes to my hip, where the slit of my dress leaves an easy opening for him to delve between the folds.

Gently, he strokes my skin in indolent circles. I didn't think my breathing could become more ragged, but as he moves toward the apex of my thighs, the need to feel him between my legs grows.

His other hand wraps around my chest, firmly pulling me to his body. There is no moving, even if I wanted to, as he reaches across my chest to cup my breast.

Parker brushes against my clit, and I make a small noise of pleasure as he continues circling me.

“Are you going to let me come this time?” I ask, breathy and desperate for him to say yes.

"If you’re a good girl, then yes. If you can't keep quiet, I'll cover your mouth, and I would hate that because I'm lovingthis." He tweaks my nipple, which leads to another hiss of pleasure.

I move my hips, grinding against his erection and his hand while he alternates caressing my breast and rubbing my nipple between his fingertips.

"Would you like to know how I would fuck you if that were us?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. “I would tell you that I had to take an urgent call and that I require you to come with me. I would lead you just off the party so we could be caught by anyone." He pauses and bites at my neck, soothing the flash of pain with a kiss. "You would be confused for a moment, until I pressed you to the wall. I would swallow your gasp of surprise with a kiss, and when my fingers found you between your legs, you would already be wet for me, like you are now."

I'm biting my lip so hard I might start to bleed. Parker pauses his narration to delve a finger into my slick heat. I bring my hand to my mouth to stifle the needy whine that erupts from the back of my throat.

"Shh. I'll stop if you can't be good and stay quiet, but I don't think either of us wants that. Do you want me to stop?"

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