The Personal Shopper

He smiles back at me. Then I open my box again and go to eat it, but he stops me and holds up a plastic knife. “Halfsies?”

I smile and nod my head. “But if it isn’t up to par with my panini, then don’t expect to be taking half of mine in the future.”

Parkers gives me a huge smile. “The future?” He looks at me with a smirk. “Maria’s doesn’t open back up for another 4 months. Pretty sure if you are already planning on dating me that long, that automatically makes you my girlfriend.”

I just smile at him and take a bite of the burger. “Mmm…” He was right about that homemade barbeque sauce. He just raises his eyebrows at me. “See?”

I laugh. “It’s good.”

He narrows his eyes at me. I throw my hand up in defence. “Okay fine. It’s more than good, but still just a notch below my panini.” I hold my fingers up in a pinching motion to show it is just a little less delicious but barely.

He takes a bite of my sandwich and closes his eyes for a moment. He looks back over to me. “Okay. Why have I never tried this until now?”

I laugh. “Because you were a stubborn ass who always had to have his precious burger.”

He grins at me. “We have to do halfsies every time now. I can’t choose between the two.”

I nod my head in agreement. “I’m good with that.”

We spend the next couple hours talking and walking in and out all of the shops. I buy a couple of jewelry items from a local shop that handmakes all their jewelry. Parker pretended to be shocked that I didn’t try to use the company card to buy them. I probably could have swung it too. The jewelry definitely could be featured at some of our upcoming events.

When the sun starts setting over the pier, me and Parker go out and sit on one of the benches. He wraps his arm around me and starts pressing some kisses on my shoulder. We sit there for a couple minutes, and then I look over to him. “Parker?”

He kisses on my neck a couple times. “Hmm?”

“Uhm...this is beautiful and all, but what are we still doing here?”

He stands quickly and pulls me up by my hand. “Thank god! Let’s go.”

He turns and is basically running back to the car. I giggle the whole way. When we get to the car he pushes me against it and claims my mouth. After a couple seconds, he pulls away and runs around to his side. “Hurry up. Get in.” I laugh and quickly get in and buckle up. I swear we get home in about 5 minutes. Luckily there wasn’t much traffic since it’s after rush hour now.

Parker barely has his car parked before he is out of the car again. I get out, and he pulls me to him again. His hands are in my hair, and his mouth is on mine. He walks us backward to the elevator never parting his mouth from mine.

He slams the elevator button over and over again. I pull apart and laugh. “You know it won’t come any faster no matter how many times you press it?”

He makes a whining groan noise. “Damn elevator.”

It finally dings open, and he pushes me inside. The second the doors close, I am lifted up and pressed against the elevator wall. Parker starts kissing down my neck and rubbing his hand up my stomach just under my shirt. The elevator dings open again, and we hear someone walking in the hall of our floor, so Parker sets me down.

We walk very suspiciously past our neighbor with ridiculous smiles on our faces. I can't help the small giggles that escape me.

Once the neighbor steps into the elevator, Parker presses me against the nearest wall again and kisses me. I bite down on his lower lip and scrape my teeth slowly across it. I gasp through trying to catch a breath in between our kisses, “Bedroom. Now.”

Parker kisses down my neck while he digs in his pocket for his key. He goes up to his door and opens it. I haven’t been inside Parker’s bedroom yet, and for some reason that excites me.

The second we are through the door, Parker reaches for my sweatshirt’s zipper and pulls it off. Then he grabs the hem of my tank and pulls it up over my head.

This is not like last time. He is not going to take this slow. He tries to pull my pants down, and I laugh. “Chill out Parker. We have all night.”

He just narrows his eyes at me. “Yeah with my luck, Granny Peason will break another hip.”

I laugh even harder. “I turned off my phone. They’ll have to wait at least...hmm…” I tap my chin like I am thinking. “What? Two minutes at the rate you’re going.”

Parker growls and pulls me to him again. He presses his lips to mine and then pulls back slightly. “I can’t help it. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. I feel like I’m in a dream.” He pulls back a little more to look at me, and then he reaches forward and brushes some hair behind my ear. “My Ava.” He whispers.

That’s all it takes, and I become just as desperate and frantic as him. I am grabbing his hoodie and pulling it over his head and undoing his belt buckle while I kiss him and walk backward toward his bedroom. By the time we make it to his room, he’s in nothing but his briefs.

When we finally get to his bed, I expect him to...I don’t know...throw me down and fuck me hard or something, but he suddenly slows down the kiss and just gently carasses my body everywhere. I am not sure how, but it is even way hotter than the desperate state we were in before.