The orgasm washed over me, and I bit the collar of his suit as he jackhammered into me, milking the rest of my orgasm. I felt him shudder then come.
“That was so much better than any of my fantasies,” I said when I caught my breath, turning my head to kiss him. “Especially since that one time I never actually came. Ida burst into the apartment because she thought there was a raccoon scaling the building and she wanted to catch it.”
53
Parker
Iwanted to stay with Sadie the rest of the night. “We should go somewhere. Maybe out west,” I said into her hair, holding her against me. Except that my half brothers that we pretended didn’t exist lived on the West Coast, so that was a no-go. “You should stay in my condo,” I told her. I didn’t want her alone in that apartment with my father on the loose.
“So I can be your kept woman?” she joked.
“Hardly. All your sex toys are there. I’m sure they’re lonely without you.”
She rolled her eyes and adjusted her skirt. I wanted to rip it off of her and fuck her again. “I’ll just go back to my apartment. Clearly I’m not going to get any work done when I’m with you.”
“You’ll get a lot of experience.”
“Just sexual experience. I’m sure I can put that on my resume,” she said, smoothing out her skirt.
“Are you going somewhere?” I asked her, trying to sound casual. I did not want her to leave. I wanted her with me forever.
“Jealous?” Sadie teased. “You don’t know, I might apply for a job at the Holbrook Foundation.”
“What? Don’t say that!”
“What’s wrong with the Holbrooks?”
“My family doesn’t like the Holbrooks,” I replied as I tucked in my shirt.
“Is it some small-town feud thing? It’s not related to Hunter and Meg, is it?” she asked, wrinkling her nose. I kissed it.
“Ten percent related.”
“I guess I won’t go work with the Holbrooks. Though I do need to work.”
I tucked her protectively under my arm as we walked out of the building to the parking lot and held her hand as I drove her into town to her apartment. As soon as I parked the car, I unbuckled the seat belt and leaned over her.
“You’re really trying to convince me to go to your bachelor sex pad, aren’t you,” she purred, straining against me as I kissed her, my hands pushing under her skirt. Her pussy was still wet.
“I can’t have sex with you in a car out in a parking lot,” she said. The way she strained against me said she really wanted to.
“I think I could make it worth your while. It’s late. No one’s going to see.” I pushed my seat back then lifted her up to straddle me.
“I have a question,” I said as she planted little kisses against my mouth, nose, and jaw. Her hips twitched against me, making my pants uncomfortably tight.
“What’s your question?” she said in that pretty Southern purr that sent chills down my spine straight to my cock.
“That time you were thinking about me and—”
“Making biscuits,” she prompted, smiling against my mouth.
“Was that the only time?”
She kissed me again and reached down to unzip my pants. “If you’re asking, yes, the only time I’ve ever come is with you.”
That mix of desire and inexperience but blatant lust made me aching and hard. I knotted my fingers in her hair, crushing her mouth against mine.
“I want you.”
