Page 92 of Prey Tell
Chase must be thinking the same thing because he doesn’t turn the car off. Instead, he removes his sunglasses and turns to face me.
“This weekend was fun, Parker.” Giving me a small smile, he exits the car before I can say anything else.
That’s it?!Is he breaking it off with me? Are we… done?
He pulls my door open, and I climb out with the help of his hand. I know I should say something, but what can I say?Hi, hello, I’d like to continue being your submissive even though we signed a contract stating that we would only fuck for the weekend?
He pulls my suitcase to my front door, and I suddenly start to panic.
Will I see him again soon, or is it truly over? Have I been reading everything wrong this whole time? Maybe he only ever meant for us to be together temporarily? I mean, it’s obvious that he cares about me, but he clearly does things his own way.
I meet him at my front door, and I fumble for my keys.
“Parker…” he trails off, looking away.
Here it comes.
I should say something. I should tell him how I feel.
“Can we continue?” I ask, blurting it out before thinking. He quirks his brows questioningly, and I continue. “I mean, can we continue… with the Dom/sub thing? It can be casual if you want. I know we were only fooling around—”
He huffs a laugh and presses me into the side of my house, interrupting my babbling mouth.
“I don’t do casual. I don’t fool around.”
My heart sinks. “Oh. Okay, that’s fine. I thought—”
He presses his body into me, and I let out a small squeak as his lips graze my ear. “Are you blind, Parker? Do you really expect me tofool aroundwith you?” I open my mouth as his hand comes to the back of my neck. He grips me tightly, and a pleasant sensation runs down my spine as his warm hand squeezes my flesh. “I’m not a fool, nor is this a casual fling. I meant it when I said you were mine.”
Fuck.
“But the contract—”
“Fuck the contract,” he growls. “We need to discuss a permanent one anyway.”
My heart is beating so hard, I’m positive he can feel my skin pulsing underneath his fingertips. My eyes flick across his face, trying to swallow his words as they make everything buzz inside of me.
I meant it when I said you were mine.
“Okay,” I whisper, placing a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a soft kiss. He doesn’t fight me—he delicately kisses me back, squeezing the back of my neck once. My skin pebbles, and I visibly shiver as the sensation rolls through me again. “That feels amazing,” I murmur, feeling almost sleepy.
“You hold a lot of tension in the occipital area of your skull,” he says softly. “I noticed it the first day. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to relieve the tension when I can.”
My chest aches when I turn to look up at him. We’ve only beennot fooling aroundfor four days, but it feels like he knows my body better than I know it.
“Thank you.”
“Are you busy Friday?” he asks, smirking slightly. “I have a work party, and I need a date.”
I feel my lips pull into a grin. “I’m not busy.”
He bends down and kisses me before releasing my neck and taking a step back. “Be ready at six.”
I nod and touch my lips as he waves and walks away. I quickly open my door so that I can swoon in private, depositing my suitcase inside so that I can watch as he drives away.
After he’s gone, I stare at the house I grew up in—taking everything in with a fresh set of eyes. Smiling again, I collect the mail and bring it over to the dining room table. My eyes catch on one of the envelopes, and I quickly tear it open, staring at the words before me.
Dear Juliet M. Parker,
