ChapterThirteen
Parker
“I can’t stay locked away in your home forever,” I tell Sammy as I get ready to go in to the office.
Lexi was sweet enough to bring me over a bag last night so I could have some of my own stuff. It also gave her a chance to grill Sammy. He’d let her do her worst with a smile on his face, and he didn’t shy away from any of her questions. Nor did they seem to scare him off. It meant a lot to me to see how kind he was with her, and the way he understood how important she is to me.
I’m so used to hearing my father saying something critical about the people I keep in my life, so it was a breath of fresh air that Sammy was okay with Lexi being pushy. He even called her a good friend after she left.
I only missed a few classes yesterday, but I reached out in emails to let my professors know what happened, but today is the one where I’m supposed to intern. I don’t need to be on campus, but I have to log the internship hours.
“It’s been one day!” he protests as I watch him in the bathroom mirror. He’s standing in the doorway behind me with his arms folded over his bare chest. I should maybe tell him that even when he’s grumpy, he’s still handsome. Just adorably handsome now.
An image of a little boy staring up at me flashes through my mind, and it takes my breath away. That could be my future, because we didn’t use protection, and he told me that he’s in love with me. I’d wanted to return the words, but something stopped me, and it was fear I couldn’t explain.
“You don’t even want this.” He throws his hands up in frustration as I keep getting ready.
“What?” I spin around to face him. Is this because of the I love you thing? I should have said it because I do love him, but I was afraid.
“You want nothing to do with finance. You should drop all those stupid classes too and enroll in something else. Or don’t enroll at all. You should do what makes you happy, and not out of obligation to someone else.” I walk over to him, and he immediately wraps his arms around me while I place mine on his chest.
“Maybe I want to go into the office and write? Someone might have gotten my creative juices going.” I smirk, and finally the tension starts to leave his body.
“Is that so?” His hands slide down from my waist, and I feel him cup my ass before he squeezes it.
“Plus, you won’t have sex with me.” I pretend to huff because earlier he told me I needed a break.
Although he’s not wrong because we might have overdone it a bit. When he caught my wince after we’d made love for the third time, he’d said nothing was going inside of me for the next twenty-four hours. We need something to help pass the time or I’ll go crazy. All I can think about is the crazy hot sex we had last night and how I want to do it again and again. I had no idea you could feel pleasure that way, and I’m glad that it was him that got to show it to me. It made the wait more than worth it, especially when I feel so much for Samuel.
“I’ll eat your sweet cunt all day. Now be a good—” I put my hand over his mouth to stop him.
“Don’t tell me to get into bed. Please.” I plead with my eyes because I’ll do it. I have this need to please him, but it’s not out of some fear of being in trouble. It’s because it makes me feel good, and I love being praised by him. I’m quickly learning that everything Sammy does is with my best interest at heart. He bosses me around because he enjoys taking care of me, but we both get off on it. “I want to go to work with you. I’ll lie on the sofa and be a good girl there.”
I remember my father always commenting about how much Sammy loved to work. I don’t want to take that away from him because he might grow resentful. He’s been so sweet and caring with me and about what I might want for my life in the future. If anything, he’s opening those doors for me and encouraging me to walk through them.
Sammy’s hand wraps around my wrist and then lowers it. “All right, sweet girl. We’ll go to the office where you’ll lie on the sofa and work on your chapters if you feel up to it. If not, you can read.”
“I feel up for a lot of things.” I press my body fully against his and wiggle my eyebrows. “As do you.”
A low rumble comes from deep inside his chest, and it makes me giggle until my laughter is cut off by his mouth.
“Finish getting ready. Do you want breakfast here or at the office?”
“Office! Their bacon is extra crispy.”
“I can make you extra-crispy bacon,” he grumbles, releasing his hold on me to get himself ready.
“We’re already late, and I’m not even hungry.” He cuts me a look before he starts to go on a tangent about how important breakfast is. On the car ride to work, he orders it for us, and I can’t help but smile over at him. How the heck did I get so lucky with him? He’s nothing like I thought he’d be, and to be honest, I didn’t think men like him were real. I assumed they were only in the books I’ve read, but I’m happy to be wrong.
“Are you sure you’re okay with going in?” he asks again when he pulls into his parking space. I’m starting to wonder if I have him pegged wrong about work.