I let out a low moan and he swallows it with another kiss.
“We have work to do.” I whimper as he pulls his hips back, making my walls flutter and clench around his shaft as my body tries to keep him close.
He guides himself into me again, so slowly it feels like the best kind of torture.
“Do I have any meetings?”
I pant against his mouth. “Not until this afternoon.”
He looks at the clock on his wall. “So you’re all mine?”
For the morning.
My heartbeat races and adrenaline rushes through my veins. I reach for Parker and kiss him. He sinks into my touch and rocks into my soul, driving me toward a release I’ve been desperate to find but terrified to admit I needed. Since my parents’ deaths, I haven’t committed to anything or anyone for longer than a few months.
I’ve never wanted to.
But now… “Come with me.”
His hips still and he looks down at me in surprise. “To Europe?”
“I don’t mean for the entire time. I know you have to work.” I’m starting to ramble, and my skin is heating from how crazy this idea is. “You could take a vacation and meet me for a few days.”
This man hasn’t taken a day off since I met him and, based on office gossip, hasn’t gone on vacation in years. But it doesn’t stop a spark of hope from igniting inside me.
He watches me, his expression inscrutable. What is he thinking?
The jarring ring of my phone shatters the moment. “I should get that.”
“Ignore it,” Parker orders.
The spark of hope ignites into a blaze. “It might be the office.”
“I don’t care.”
My pulse kicks up another beat as he cups my cheek and presses a soft, delicate kiss to my mouth. It’s tender and full of promise. Is he going to say yes?
The call ends but another begins seconds later.
He breaks the kiss.
“It might be important,” I whisper.
“Fuck.” He rolls off me.
I miss him instantly, but I climb out of bed and follow the sound of my ringing phone, tossed on the couch, forgotten.
I swipe my finger across the screen to answer. “Hello?”
“Paige, where are you?” Taylor’s panicked voice sends a rush of icy cold down my spine.
“What’s wrong?”
“Parker isn’t at work, and his phone is off. Do you know where he is? He’s late for his breakfast meeting.”
Icy cold knots twist in my stomach. “He doesn’t have a breakfast meeting.”
I’ve memorized Parker’s schedule every day for the past three months, and when I checked yesterday, this morning was clear.
