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I shake my head.

"Use your words, Holly. Do you want me to stop?"

"No." It's a breath. A prayer. A pleading.

"Alright then.” He kisses my neck again, no doubt leaving me a vicious hickey. "While I fingered you, your impatience would win out and you'd work me free from my pants. Your mouth would water at the sight of me, and you would grow slicker with desire."

I want to scoff, but as I feel his erection digging into my ass, I know he's right. The sight of him would drive me to my knees and I would greedily suck him into my mouth until he pleaded with me to let him come.

"The need would hit me just as hard and I'd lift you, sliding into you easily. We would not make love. We’d fuck, and it would be hard and fast, and you’d bite me in order to stay quiet as you came hard around my cock.

“Come for me now, Holly."

The momentum inside me is building, and I don't think I can do it, come at his demand.

He nips my earlobe. "I saidnow, Holly."

I shatter, coming apart in his arms, and I need him to keep me upright because my strength is failing me. His hand has to leave my breast to cover my mouth, and the forbiddenness of what we’re doing ratchets up the intensity.

When my whimpering subsides, Parker removes his hand from my mouth. He holds me against him until my strength returns. When he pulls his hands from my body, I turn to face him. He may not have had his own orgasm, but the look on his face is pure male satisfaction. His eyes don’t leave mine as he sticks his fingers in his mouth.

Once he's done, I savagely pull him to my lips so I can kiss him. It's full of everything I'm not saying. I want him. I need him. I want to be the one he sinks his cock into. I would grip his cock, but I’d rather punish him for edging me earlier.

Maybe I should fuck him just once and then I can get him out of my system.

CHAPTER5

Holly: When is the next event you need me for?

Parker: Looking forward to another limo ride?

Holly: Hardly. Trying to plan my life and if you have several events, I need to put them into my calendar like a normal person. Not everyone has an assistant who manages their lives.

Parker: I'll have Jacoby send you an itinerary.

Idrop my phone on my desk, trying not to feel like that text was a dismissal. It's been two weeks since the gala. Two weeks since Parker nearly brought me to my knees with his fingers, and I've wondered what sort of devastation he would bring to my life if I ever slept with him.

It's been the thought of his cock that has me reaching for my vibrator at night, imagining the wicked things he can do with his body, mouth, and fingers.

When my phone buzzes, it's not another text from Parker like I hope but instead an email from Jacoby with an itinerary for the next seven months.

I start to track all the time off I'm going to have to request. After further back and forth with Jacoby, I learn that I don't need a visa because I'll be traveling as a tourist to each location. I scoff as each airline confirmation comes through.

Shanghai, London, Paris, Los Angeles, and Washington, DC. The last location for the wedding is in Vermont. I have flights confirmed to each place, and I'm in none of these destinations longer than three days, except for the wedding, which is using an entire week of my vacation.

Holly: Any other country you want to take me to?

Parker: Does this mean the terms of your contract are up for negotiation?

I don't answer his text, but it weighs on my mind when I go to sleep that night.

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Parker: Do you have any food allergies? I feel like I should have asked before the gala.

Holly: Just an extreme aversion to mushrooms.

Parker: How do you feel about goose?

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