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  When my words filter through Parker’s brain, he growls deep in his throat. To say he hates Gavin would be an understatement, especially now that I’m reporting to him for my internship.

  Just last week, Gavin was sitting on the edge of my desk discussing an upcoming project with me when Parker walked by. He almost brought the house down with his temper. It was hot in a caveman sort of way, while at the same time slightly embarrassing. I just hope he gets over it soon. I have a feeling the hot portion of that temper will become more annoying than anything.

  “I don’t like the way he looks at you.” His words are followed by a nip on my earlobe.

  “How many times do I have to tell you there is absolutely nothing Gavin could do that would make me want him?” I suck in a shallow breath when his hand trails inside the opening of his shirt that I confiscated when I got out of bed, and down my chest so he can cup my bare breast beneath it.

  “I still don’t like it. You should be working under me for your damn internship,” he grumbles.

  “I’d much rather be under you in a completely different way.”

  “Oh yeah?” He nips my earlobe again and my insides slowly start heating under his attention.

  “Definitely.” A scrape of a thumbnail across my sensitive nipple has me moaning his name.

  “I love when you say my name like that,” he whispers in my ear. There isn’t much room for talking after that.

  Parker pulls my chair out and lifts me up so my bare bottom is resting on the cool marble of the island. His hands grip my shirt, ripping it apart, buttons pinging on the floor as the material gapes open. I shrug it off my shoulders.

  Blissfully naked in front of him, I eat up the way his eyes devour me. My back arches and my head falls back. I feel beautiful and wanton whenever we come together.

  “I’m such a lucky bastard. You’re so perfect.” He sets about to worship my body. His lips trail along my chest as his hands begin to explore every inch of me, purposefully avoiding the parts where I need him most.

  I cry out when his lips wrap around a nipple and tug. The rhythmic pull from his mouth echoes deep in my core—my pussy already drenched and throbbing. Taking his hand in mine, I press it between my legs. I know that once he feels how ready I am for him, he won’t be able to take it slow.

  Just as I suspected, the moment his fingers encounter my wetness, he lets out a desperate groan.

  “Parker,” I moan when his fingers delve inside me. It’s amazing how quickly I feel myself nearing the edge. Something about being with this man trips my trigger. I come apart so easily.

  “Come for me so I can bury myself so deep inside your cunt, you’ll think of me tomorrow. Not Gavin.”

  I barely quell the urge to roll my eyes. Silly man. There is no comparison between him and Gavin. The things Parker does to me make it practically impossible to think at all, let alone of being with another man.

  “Do that thing,” I beg, the words barely audible when mixed with all my moaning and panting. I lie back on the marble countertop unable to hold myself up under the onslaught of pleasure he’s giving me.

  “This thing?” He asks with a wicked gleam in his eye. I expect him to put pressure on the puckered ring of my ass, but he takes it one step further by sliding his finger in to the hilt. The invasion is foreign and I’m about to tell him to stop, when he pulls the finger out and then slides it back in again. I feel the fullness of having him in each hole and a dark thrill runs through me.

  “God,” I shout. “Don’t stop!”

  He chuckles and shakes his head. That’s the last thing I see as my eyes slam shut and a vicious orgasm washes over me, seizing up my muscles and forcing my back off the island. I scream and moan in the most porn star-worthy moment of my life.

  When I finally float back to earth, I open my eyes to find Parker’s face hovering over mine. He has a look of pure male satisfaction on his face. I barely have time to take in the beauty of it before he yanks me towards him and thrusts into me.

  “Such a wet cunt,” he grunts in between each drive of his cock inside me.

  “Your cunt,” I tell him, knowing he loves to hear it and more than happy to please.

  “Damn straight.” He picks up his rhythm until he’s fucking me at an almost brutal pace.

  Parker has nothing to worry about when it comes to Gavin, but I secretly love how wild he gets when he thinks he has something to prove. I’ve never had a lover care so much, or take the time to show me that I’m his. It’s such a heady feeling.

  “Shit, I’m not going to last.” His words send a jolt through me. I absolutely love feeling him come inside me. There’s something so intimate about having a part of him fill me like that.

  “Come in me, baby.” My fingers pinch and pull my nipples, sending me over the edge. That’s all it takes for him to let go, as each jerk of his cock inside me makes me groan with pleasure.

  Parker slumps over my prone body, his head burrowing in between my breasts as he struggles to level his breathing. I run my fingers through the damp strands of his hair.

  I wonder if it will always be this way between us. Is this fire is meant to consume us and then burn out? Or is it meant to burn brightly for years to come? All my sexual fantasies pale in comparison to how incredible it is to actually be with Parker. I never once dreamed that we would be here, together.

  “I love you,” I whisper into the silence.

  Parker lifts his head and levels me with the amount of emotion in his eyes. I could live to be a hundred and never forget that look. The one that says I’m everything to him. That he loves me more than words could express or than anyone might think possible.

  “I love you, too” he responds and brands me with a kiss.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Parker, I—” The words die in my throat when my eyes take in the sight before me.

  Holy shit.

  “Lock the door behind you, Miss Lancaster.” His voice is deep and husky. It floats around me and settles deep inside me. My blood instantly heats and my legs tremble as I make my way across the carpet to where he’s seated at his desk.

  Beyond the sound of my blood pumping in my ears, I hear voices floating up from the speaker of the phone on his desk. A trill of both excitement and fear works its way up my spine.

  “Care to join me?” He tips his head back, his eyes locked with mine as his hand works up and down his very erect penis. Pre-cum leaks from the tip and I wonder how long he’s been doing this while waiting for me. It’s been nearly fifteen minutes since I received his instant message asking me to come see him.

  “Where’s your new assistant?” My eyes never stray from between his legs even as I shimmy my skirt up my thighs. It’s such a beautiful sight to see him this way. Parker is pretty much sex on legs at any given time. But when he’s turned on and lost in pleasure, there is no end to his eroticism.

  “Lunch,” is his low reply. His hand works faster now as his eyes are transfixed on my white lacy underwear and garter. It’s a set he bought me just last week. It has a slit in the crotch for easy access. I can tell by the way his eyes widened ever so briefly that he never thought I would actually wear this to the office. I thank my lucky stars I did.

  “And them?” I tip my head towards the phone while closing the distance between us.

  Parker’s large hands grip my hips and pull me even closer. His nose nudges at the slit in my underwear and I nearly orgasm on the spot with how hot it looks to have his face so close to my pussy.

  “Yes,” I whisper. I’m so unbelievably turned on right now.

  Just then Parker’s hand leaves my hip and his head comes up. I’m about to complain, but he hits a button on his phone and speaks. “I think that location is stellar, gentlemen.”

  “Glad you agree,” a disembodied voice replies before addressing another person on the call.

  Parker mutes the phone again.

  “Impressive,” I tell him as he smirks up at me. The promise of what’s to co
me is palpable between us. Pun intended.

  “I’ll show you impressive.” I’m pretty sure I know where this is going. I’m just about to lift my knee so I can straddle him and impale myself, when he pushes me back slightly and rises from his chair.

  I can’t help but circle my hand around his cock and tease him as he crushes me to him. His mouth takes mine in a searing kiss. The whole time our tongues tangle, he herds me towards the glass wall behind his desk.

  Breaking the kiss, he spins me around. The sky is dark thanks to the rain clouds blanketing the city and the impending storm. The lights of the office building across the street twinkle as I swallow hard. It’s one thing to fantasize about being watched. It’s an entirely different thing when it’s very possible that multiple people might see me getting fucked right at this moment.

  “Unbutton your blouse.” Parker’s words are a harsh demand.

  My hands leisurely release each pearl button while my eyes take in his reflection behind me. I bite my lip watching him struggle to keep his composure—this is his fantasy after all. His hands clench and unclench into tight fists to keep from touching me. His cock is long and proud as it aims at me. At where it wants to be.

  “Free your tits.” His next command comes when my blouse is gaping. My chest is heaving underneath the material as I picture what we must look like to a voyeur.

  A quick flick of my wrist has the front clasp of my bra opened. The lace clings to my erect nipples and I smile at the tease it’s presenting to Parker.

  “Naughty girl,” he tsks behind me.

  He suddenly leans back towards the desk and disconnects his call. My core clenches at the heat in his gaze through the glass reflection.

  “Your call?” My voice is breathless and I think I might die from anticipation.

  “Not important.” Finally coming up behind me, he positions my hands on the glass. His fingers trail ever so lightly along my ribs until he’s gripping my hips, angling them so I’m bent at the middle. When his hands run back up my torso, I sigh as his fingers move the lacy material covering my breasts before pinching and tugging them repeatedly.

  “What do you want?” He asks, his breath caressing my ear now that he’s bent over my back. His fingers are still tormenting my breasts.

  “You,” I barely whisper. My voice is gone as his fingers pinch and knead even harder.

  “Be more specific,” he demands, his teeth grazing my earlobe.

  “Your cock,” I finally find the will to respond.

  “Where do you want my cock?”

  “In my pussy,” I cry out when he bites down on my neck, his fingers twisting my nipples painfully yet exquisitely.

  “Rub your clit, Paige.” He nuzzles my neck before his tongue tastes the skin there.

  Reaching down with my right hand, I do as he instructs. I’m wet and swollen. He releases my breasts to grip his cock and rub it against the skin on my ass and between my legs. Every now and again, the head bumps my finger as it toys with my clit. I pause in my motion only to earn me a swat on my ass.

  “I didn’t tell you to stop,” he admonishes me before continuing his ministrations.

  “Parker, please,” I beg. He’s been torturing me for what feels like forever. I’m ready to come and I want to do it with him inside me.

  “Is this what you want?” He slides his cock through my folds and positions the head, only letting the first inch inside me.

  “God, yes. Fuck me, Parker.” I moan when he slips another inch inside.

  “See that guy across the way?”

  I’ve been so busy watching my hand as it works to get me off, I can barely focus on anything, let alone someone in an office building hundreds of feet away. Parker yanks my hair, positioning my head where he wants it. I look straight across and see a man standing in his office window. I don’t know if he sees us but the thought that he does sends pleasure rushing from my core.

  Just then Parker slams into me and my body jolts forward from the momentum. My hand moves from between my legs so I can fully brace myself against the glass. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, knowing other people in the office will be able to hear.

  It’s hot as hell having my skirt around my waist and my shirt wide open, knowing anyone can see me. Just as in Parker’s fantasy, I feel my tits moving with each thrust. What a picture we must present. I wonder if the man can see the peaked points of my nipples and the way each globe sways under Parker’s punishing rhythm. Or the flush of my face as my pleasure mounts and the raw look of hunger on Parker’s face as he takes me from behind.

  “Fuck me, Parker.” My words are breathless pants as I encourage him to take me even harder. Using my leverage on the glass, I push myself back against him to aid in the endeavor.

  I wasn’t sure it was possible to go any faster or harder, but he proves me wrong. A grunt is all he gives me as he picks up his pace. He fills me over and over again, his cock hitting all my sensitive nerve endings and catapulting me even closer to the edge of climax.

  “Do you like knowing he’s watching me fucking you? Knowing his hand is down his pants right now?” He asks several minutes later. The question filters into my ears over the slap of skin against skin.

  At his words, I force myself to focus on the man across the street. His one hand is braced on the window, much like mine, while his other one is out of view.

  Oh God.

  I come then without warning. The pleasure that had been steadily building in my core, radiates throughout my entire body in such force. My pussy convulses and I moan with how exquisite it feels.

  It sets off a chain reaction, as Parker nearly roars behind me with his release. His body bucks and his cock jerks inside me as he bathes my insides with his cum.

  We stay locked together for several minutes. Parker’s grip on my hips is hard enough to leave bruises, but I don’t dare speak, opting instead to stay inside our little cocoon of rapture. When he finally pulls out, I feel our combined release run down my leg. Parker quickly cleans it up and helps me right my clothes before pulling me into his arms and taking my mouth in a warm and tender kiss.

  “Thank you,” he murmurs against my lips.

  “What for?” My mind is still a little hazy from having really hot sex against the glass and all.

  “For a lot of things—being you, allowing me to try things like we just did, loving me.”

  My eyes mist over at the sweetly sincere words. I’m not sure how I got so lucky, but I will never take this man for granted.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Paige, I want you to look at something.” Gavin comes up behind me at the conference room table. He sets blueprints down in front of me and leans in close, his hand resting on the edge of the paper. I’ve learned over the last few weeks of working with the man that he is very tactile. At first it made me a little uncomfortable until I realized he did it with everyone, not just me.

  Still, I can see why me working with Gavin might make Parker a little territorial. I’m sure many women find Gavin irresistible. I’ve always found his blonde hair and brown eyes rather breathtaking, but they’ve never done the things to me that Parker’s dark looks do.

  “What’s this?” My eyes roam over the blue ink—taking in the layout, the position of the walls, the measurements of windows and doorways. Little minor details that most people wouldn’t see unless they were trained to read blueprints. I get the lines though. Something about them speaks to me. It’s the reason I want to be an architect.

  Reading the title block, I see the plans are for the Wagner property downtown. My mind flashes to a conversation with Parker earlier in the week where he mentioned working on the project. His signature on the approval line confirms my memory. What I’m not sure about is why Gavin is having me review them.

  “What do you see wrong here?”

  “Nothing.” I sit back in my chair a little unnerved with this conversation. This feels like a trick question and I don’t like talking about Parker or any other colleague
without them being there to defend themselves or their designs.

  Gavin taps his finger on the paper in front of me and says in a stern voice, “Look harder.”

  Ignoring the insubordinate quip on the tip of my tongue for him to bite me, I lean forward again and take in each detail of the design. When I spot it, I gasp.

  “What do you see?” Gavin asks again.

  “These beams aren’t nearly strong enough to withstand the weight of the penthouse.” My finger traces the offending line on the blueprint.

  “Good. What else?”

  There’s more? Isn’t that enough? I say to myself, but go back to studying the drawing.

  “I’m not sure. This doesn’t look like Parker’s typical vision. It’s… sloppier.” I shrug and say a silent prayer that this conversation is going to be over soon. Not only do I not like talking about him when he isn’t present, but I don’t like being forced to pick apart his design and find its flaws. And there are quite a few of them. Nothing thankfully as major as the fact that the weight of the penthouse will most likely twist those beams, eventually making the ceiling collapse on whomever is occupying the building.

  “Do you know why I asked you to review this?” Gavin pulls out the chair next to me and waits expectantly for my answer.

  “Another set of eyes?” I try for a generic answer, knowing it isn’t what he wants.

  He shakes his head and leans in, taking my hands in his. I presume it’s meant to both soothe me and gentle his next words. “It’s because in this business, mistakes can mean the difference between life and death. It’s because if you see an architect being negligent in their design it’s your duty to say something, regardless of your relationship with him or her. I think it’s important you learn this lesson now, which is why you will present these findings to Mark Stone when he joins us momentarily. You will explain all the discrepancies that you found in the course of your review and how you would correct them.”

  “I can’t do that.” My words are clipped and defensive. “I’m sure there’s some sort of explanation. This has to be an earlier version of the design. Parker wouldn’t leave his drawings like this.”