“Shit.”

I bring him further into my mouth sliding him all the way back. His hips buck into me, causing a slight gag.

“Shit, sorry,” he apologizes between his teeth.

Bringing one hand to rest on his thigh, and the other to help me guide him further in, I ease him in and out of my mouth, slowly tasting him.

I begin to move my hand with my mouth. Slow and fast. Over and over again. I feel him tense and move my head faster, suck harder.

“Aundrea, baby, I’m going to come. Move your head.”

I don’t. I take him further—relaxing my throat until he’s reaching the back, opening it to him.

He tenses below me and his hips give a final thrust. There is a rush of warm, salty liquid that fills my mouth. I don’t wait; I swallow it down, savoring it.

“My God, Aundrea. That was … fucking amazing.”

Scooting off him, I get up and walk away from the bed.

“Where are you going? Please, do not say you’re going to leave me like this, Aundrea!”

Turning around, I give him a wicked grin. “What are you going to do about it? Come after me?” I laugh, walking into the bathroom.

“I’m not kidding, Aundrea! Un-cuff me!”

Giving my mouth a quick rinse, I turn off the light and walk back to him.

“Calm down.”

I find the key on the floor by my dress and unlock him.

The second he’s unlocked, he tugs at my waist, yanking me down on top of him. He moves so fast that one second I’m lying on top of him and the next I’m underneath him. I feel my wig shift to one side by the sudden change in position. At lightning speed, my hands fly to the top of my head, repositioning it. I’m thankful it just shifted and didn’t fall off. It’s also somewhat dark, so I know he wouldn’t have seen much. I laugh it off saying something about how I hate costume wigs.

“Take it off.” He reaches for it, but I grab his hand stopping him.

“I want to keep it on. It’s sexy.”

“You are something else. Do you know that?”

“No.”

“Well, you are.”

Parker leans down, giving me a kiss. It’s tender. Gentle. Our lips move together, but he doesn’t deepen it. We just kiss, our hands entwined by my side.

“You’re an amazing woman, Aundrea,” he finally says, allowing me to catch my breath.

I look up at him. He’s watching me intently. I can’t say what I want to. What I need to, so I do what I know I can. I show him.

Placing my hands on either side of his face, I slowly lower his face back to mine, giving him a sensual kiss. I put everything I feel into that kiss. The way he makes me feel. How he has changed me and he doesn’t even know. I was meant to meet Parker.

He brings out the best in me.

He brings out the life in me.

Chapter Fifteen

I wake up just before nine. My leg is tangled with Parker’s; my hand is across his stomach and my head rests on his shoulder. The covers are pushed to the floor and our naked bodies are entwined in the middle of the bed.

He doesn’t move when I shift next to him, pushing my hair out of my eyes. The wig has shifted all the way to the right side, almost falling off my head. Looking over at Parker’s still sleeping form, I sit up and readjust the wig—blowing out a long breath as I do. That could have been difficult to explain.

Sitting all the way up, I shift my legs so they’re on the edge of the bed. Just before I’m able to stand up, Parker’s arms come from behind me, holding me in place, and causing me to jump and let out a small squeal.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I laugh.

“Nowhere.”

“Good, then get back in bed with me.”

I do. I snuggle back up next to him. Twisting my hair, I put it over my shoulder so it’s out of the way.

“Aundrea. Last night …”

Last night was amazing.

Fulfilling.

Deep.

Boundless.

Honest.

My mind fleets back to last night ...

“Aundrea.”

He whispers my name between each kiss he trails down my body. I lie before him naked but for my necklace—exposed—and he tells me over and over again how he’s never seen anything more beautiful.

I don’t think about my port once. Not even when his fingers run up and down my body, or when his mouth nips and kisses every inch.

His fingers glide over my port eventually, when he tries to move my necklace out of the way, which causes me to freeze.

Looking down at me questioningly, I tell him it’s a bump from hitting the edge of a door. It’s a lame excuse, and probably not even feasible, but it’s the best I can come up with on the spot, and with a gorgeous man naked between my legs.

He doesn’t question me. Either he doesn’t care, or he’s too preoccupied with what’s happening between us to question me.

The room is pitch black, so I know he can’t see it to question further. I know the necklace helps too—making it seem less than what it really is.

“Please, Parker.” He keeps teasing me, lightly brushing my skin with his whiskers. “I want you, Parker.”

Parker slides his body back up mine. When his eyes are locked on mine, he moves inside me in one, slow, motion. I feel anxious as he spreads me apart, filling me.

“Damn, baby.”

I let my eyes roll back, feeling the tight sensations pull him deeper. Once he’s all the way in, he doesn’t move. His touch on my face makes my eyes drift open. His beautiful blue eyes are looking down into mine. My lips are slightly parted, and my breathing is shallow. With our eyes still locked, he pulls out of me, almost all the way, before he slowly moves back in. He does this a few more times until I can’t take it anymore. Letting out a small whimper of pleasure, I beg for more.