His

“A cold glass of water would be great,” I said, sitting on one of the chairs surrounding the large, white island. Parker had a very nice house, but it looked like something an Instagram influencer would post. It definitely didn’t look like the home of a bachelor.

The place had white walls. Absolutely no artwork. The furniture was sparse, the only colors infiltrating the home were black or white. Classic and clean. Modern and fresh.

“You have great taste.”

“Of course I do. Have you seen my girl?” He answered, placing a bottle of ice-cold water on the island before wrapping his arms around me from behind and kissing the sensitive spot along my collarbone.

“Well, yes. That’s true. But I was talking about the decor in your home.”

“Oh, that. Well, I’d love to take credit for that, beautiful, but that’s the work of a hired professional. But anything you don’t like, it’s gone.”

I was a little surprised at his words. He really meant it. I could do whatever I wanted with his things and his space.

“You’re really that sure, aren’t you?” I asked, turning my face to look into his.

“I have good instincts. Always have. I’ve been sure about most things in my life and I’ve never been as sure about anything as I have about you being mine.”

“So, where’s that pool?” I untangled myself from him, peeling off my shirt, his eyes tracking me across the room just before I slipped out of his back door, a giggle bursting from my throat as I narrowly missed his grasp.

“The more you tease me now, pretty girl, the more I’ll tease you later.”

Chapter 6

Parker

“Is that so, Mr. Knowles?” Her eyes sparked with mischief before she looped her thumbs into her impossibly short shorts and pushed them down her thick thighs. I nearly groaned out loud, adjusting my rapidly growing erection without bothering to hide it.

I was only a simple-minded man, and she was so outrageously beautiful, every sweet curve meant for my hands. I couldn’t help my body’s constant reaction to her.

“I believe in an eye for an eye and not just in my practice,” I stepped closer, a sideways grin turning my lips as I invaded her space, “but in the bedroom too.”

“Is that so?” Her sweet lips popped open with my statement, a tremor of surprise radiating through her when my fingertips grazed the tie of her white, polka-dot bikini top.

It was looped around her neck and tied between the cups of her beautiful tits with a perfect little bow. I craved to tug at the sweet little polka dots with my teeth and bury myself between her breasts. “I can’t stop thinking about how I want to fuck every prim and proper part of you.”

I slipped my other hand down her thighs and finished removing the tiny denim shorts that barely covered her ass.

“You know what you do to me, walking around with that gorgeous ass hanging out?” I nipped at her collarbone as my other fingers worked beneath the waistband of her bikini bottoms, hovering closer to the trimmed little triangle of hair that covered her hot pussy. “All I can think about is bending you over and dragging my tongue between those hot ass cheeks, and fucking you with my fingers until you come all over my face.”

Her hips fucked the air, humping my hand before two of my fingertips made contact with her slick cunt. We both sighed on first contact, her hot silky skin making my cock pound and leak with the need to feel her, fill her, fuck her, and love her with my lips and tongue.

“I haven’t been with a woman since before I started at the firm.” I nipped at her lip as I turned figure-eights around her clit. “That’s been more than a decade, precious girl. No other woman has walked this planet that’s made me feel how you make me feel.”

Soft whimpers escaped from her throat as I sped my fingers and covered her lips in a take-no-prisoners kiss. I fucked past the seam, holding her to me. It wasn’t long before I was sick of all the clothing separating us.

“Parker,” she gasped as her thighs began to quake with arousal, “please, I’m ready to feel you. I–I’m a virgin. I’ve never let any man touch me before.”

The sweetness in her words, the way her eyes landed on mine, big and round and innocent, sent a shudder of primal pleasure through my cock. I growled softly at her ear, grabbing her generous ass cheek in one hand and cramming her against my cock. My ability to control myself when sweet words like that were on her lips was nonexistent.

“Jesus, sweetheart, I need to taste you.” Without waiting for her reply, I dropped myself down into the heated pool, the ripples of water on my skin sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through my shaft. Before she lowered herself in the pool, I snaked my palms up her thighs and tugged on the tiny ribbons holding the flimsy fabric against her hot body.