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At home, Parker’s wardrobe consisted of two things: casual loungewear and tailored suits. One was comfor-
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table, the other impeccable. Both exuded his cool, refined aura.
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But this… this fetish wear, combined with the steam clinging to his lashes and the raw vulnerability in his eyes, was something else entirely. It was shockingly, overwhelmingly hot.
I couldn’t look away.
Fighting the primal urge to throw him against the wall, I dangled the towel from my fingers.
“You’re already dressed. Do you still need this?”
“Yes.”
He took my hand, guiding it and the towel to his chest, pressing it against the hard muscle and slick skin. The texture was firm, yet yielding. My stomach did a little flip. This was clearly a first for him; a faint blush
colored his handsome face.
When I didn’t pull away, he gently drew me inside the bathroom.
“We shouldn’t do these things out in the open. Someone might see.”
See what? It took me a second to realize he was talking about the models Cassie sent. I didn’t tell him they were long gone. I wanted to see where this would go.
The bathroom was spacious, but the air felt charged. The water he’d used had been cool; his skin was chilly
to the touch, a stark contrast to the frantic, powerful beat of his heart under my palm.
“I have something to show you, too,” he murmured.
I had a pretty good idea what it was–the tattoo of my name he’d written about.
Sure enough, he guided my hand downwards, past the chiseled landscape of his abs, to the sensitive skin of
his lower stomach where veins traced intricate patterns.
“Can you feel it?” he whispered, his voice thick.
The searing heat of his skin under my fingertips made my head swim. In my daze, the first thing that came out of my mouth was, “It’s… perky.”
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Parker’s breath hitched.
“I meant the tattoo,” he clarified, a note of desperation in his voice. “It’s your name.”
“Oh, is that so…” I feigned surprise. “Then maybe you should take off the rest of your clothes so I can get a
better look?”
The old Parker would have recoiled. But this Parker… this was exactly what he wanted to hear.
In a few swift movements, the carefully chosen costume was gone, and he had me pressed back against the
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cool marble of the vanity.
“I can be good too,” he pleaded, his voice raw. “Why don’t you try me?”
I didn’t answer.
That seemed to drive him over the edge. The hand on my waist tightened, and his mouth crashed down on mine, a desperate, hungry kiss that demanded a response. His breath was scorching.
“Nora,” he gasped against my lips. “Don’t play with them. Play with me.”
