“Fine,” Meg huffed and allowed Hunter to help her into her jacket.
* * *
“Was that progress?”I asked giddily as we walked to the car.
“I think she was probably drunk,” Parker said. “Also, Hunter was unusually restrained.”
Parker laced our fingers together when we got into the car. The city was empty as we drove back to his condo.
“I love parties!” I sighed happily when we parked in front of his building. “Though I can’t wait to get out of this dress. Maybe next time we need to do the Regency period with the empire-waist dresses.”
“I can’t wait to get you out of that dress,” he said, scooping me up and carrying me into the building and onto the elevator.
“Don’t rip it,” I murmured against his mouth.
“I’ll just buy you a new one.”
“All of life’s problems can’t be solved by throwing money at them.”
“No, but a lot of them can,” he said as we fumbled inside his condo.
I was breathing hard. After all the wine and snacks, the dress was probably a half size too small. “I’ll be right back,” I told Parker, pushing him off of me. “I’m going to take this off before you rip it.”
“Need help?” he asked, following me into the bedroom as he undid the silk tie at his throat.
“Nope,” I said, shutting him out of the bathroom.
I had something more comfortable to slip into. The corset with the cutouts for my boobs was right where I’d hidden it. Sober Sadie said she would never wear this. Drunk Sadie thought it was a fantastic idea and would be even better when Parker took it off of her.
I shimmied into the black leather, buckling the halter around my tits. It didn’t cover them; the straps crossed under and around them, framing them, then laced into a halter around my neck. My nipples were hard in the cool air. I fastened the corset then pulled up the fishnet tights, attaching them to the leather garter at my waist. Finally, I grabbed the riding crop and the leather harness.
Parker wasn’t wearing anything other than his black boxer briefs when I came out of the bathroom.
“Damn, you look hot.”
“And you look underdressed.” I held out the leather harness.
Parker glared at it. “I don’t need that,” he said, stalking over to me.
I hit him on the chest with the whip. It made a loudsnapagainst his skin. I stared at him wide-eyed then at the red mark on his pec then back up to his face.
“I didn’t mean to hit you that hard! You know I have a lot of forearm strength, what with making large batches of biscuits.”
“I guess you’re going to have to make it up to me,” he said, taking the harness from me.
My mouth was dry as he slipped it on. It was similar to a pistol holster, just a line of black across his chest that crossed over his shoulders.
“I’m getting all these feelings,” I said, reaching up and slipping my fingers under the harness to pull him toward me. It was very hot.
“Feelings where?” he said, a smirk playing around his mouth.
“I think you know where.”
He took the crop from me and trailed it slowly down my curves, teasing a nipple. “Here?”
I nodded.
The crop went down to my pussy. “Here?”
