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The fact that Parker was the one initiating this was a miracle in itself.
As steam filled the bathroom, a part of my mind was still marveling at the turn of events. My mouth was muffled by his hand, the salty tang of his palm on my lips as his sweat dripped onto my shoulder.
“Quieter,” he hissed. “They’re right outside.”
If you know they’re there, maybe you should be a little gentler!
My vision blurred. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Let’s… let’s go somewhere else. It’s too hot in here.”
“No.” Panic laced his voice. He probably thought I wanted to go back out to the others.
My will to live was fading fast. “They’re gone! They were just models Cassie sent for a drawing reference!”
Parker seemed to freeze for a second. Then, in one fluid motion, he kicked the door open and carried me
out of the bathroom. He laid me down on the bed, his body covering mine, his mouth capturing my protests
in a savage kiss.
If what happened in the bathroom was a summer shower, this was a full–blown hurricane.
I never knew Parker could be so dominant, so forceful. My nails raked down his back, leaving red trails in their wake. Tears of overwhelming sensation streamed from my eyes, but he only murmured reassurances,
never slowing his relentless pace.
The little silver bell on his collar chimed with every movement, a frantic, hypnotic rhythm that lasted the
entire night.
Just as the first hint of birdsong reached my ears, his hand gently pressed against my lower abdomen.
“Did he touch you here, too?” he asked, his voice strained.
Who?
My body felt like melted wax. I couldn’t process his question. All I could think about was how brutal his “pun-
ishment” had been.
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“You bastard… one more time and I’m going to die.”
“Shh, you’ll be fine,” he whispered, kissing me deeply. “Just one more time.”
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The next day, I didn’t wake up until the sun was high in the sky.
Parker was already gone.
My back ached, my hips felt bruised, and I lingered in bed for a long time before Cassie’s call finally forced
me to move. I propped myself up, wincing, and answered.
Her voice was full of smug satisfaction. “So, my little models told me you had a very… fulfilling night.”
A hot blush crept up my neck as memories of the previous night’s… marathon… flooded my mind. A man who’s been celibate for a long time is dangerous. A man with a kink who’s been celibate is a lethal weapon.
My silence was all the confirmation she needed. Cassie burst into laughter.
“You’re a clever one, Nora! Using my guys to stage a little jealousy trap. So, let me guess… all that talk about divorce was just another one of your games, wasn’t it? Playing hard to get?”
Her last words finally pierced through my post–coital fog.
That’s right. The divorce papers!
I scrambled out of bed and rushed to my vanity. The crisp white envelope that had been sitting there last
night was gone.
