“That’s part of the fun. It’s verboten. The excitement of getting caught.”
“I’m not that type of girl. I read Jane Austen novels and get dizzy when a man takes his shirt off.”
“You also carry your sex toys in your purse, and you have a food business called Between Her Biscuits. There’s a sexually repressed exhibitionist inside of you ready for someone to rip her bodice and let her out.”
The waitress handed Parker’s card back, and he signed the receipt. He had that smug look on his face.
“What?” I asked him, feeling slightly cross and very, very horny.
As he helped me into my jacket, he bent down to whisper in my ear, “I’m just thinking of what your face is going to look like when my tongue is in your pussy.”
My knees almost buckled.
“See,” Parker said as he guided me out of the restaurant, his hand on the small of my back. “I knew you would think sex in a public place was a good idea.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” I hissed out of the corner of my mouth. The cold air when we stepped outside was enough to bring me back to my senses. Was this happening tonight? I tried to stop mentally freaking out as we walked down the sidewalk to Parker’s car.
Parker opened the car door for me. I settled in the passenger’s seat of the black Tesla. The car smelled like him. I breathed in the masculine scent as the car started with a barely audible purr. Parker grabbed my hand, stroking his thumb lightly over the back as he drove to Ida’s General Store. I wanted that hand to wander somewhere else. He parked in the lot and unbuckled his seat belt.
“Want to come up?” I asked, eyes wide. I hoped I didn’t look crazy. I didn’t want to be the crazy virgin, I wanted to be the fun virgin. No, don’t mind me, I’m not defective. I was just too busy having a fun, flirty, interesting life to bother about sex.
“Is this weird?” I asked, trying to swallow; my mouth was dry.
“No,” Parker breathed. “It’s really hot.” He leaned forward, pressing his mouth to mine. It was just as good as the first kiss. He wasn’t too frantic. He moved slowly and deliberately. His hand came up to the back of my neck, guiding my head as he kissed me deeply, his tongue tracing my mouth.
I moaned. Sex in a parking lot was starting to sound very appealing. I strained against him. Parker, still kissing me, pushed aside the flaps of my coat and undid the top few buttons on my blouse. I gasped as the slightly cold air hit my bare skin then moaned when Parker’s hand warmed the spots. I tipped back my head, panting as Parker caressed my tits, fingers on a nipple.
“Damn, that feels good,” I slurred.
“I’m barely touching you,” he said, gray eyes amused.
“Really?” I gasped. “Because I’m pretty well ready for you to fuck me.”
My body felt tight. I kept trying to spread my legs, but my skirt was in the way. I just wanted Parker to touch me everywhere. He kissed me, hard this time. My chest heaved, literally heaved, and I moaned loudly. Parker’s hands crept up my thighs to press against my soaking-wet panties. I bucked and nipped Parker on the lip. He pulled back.
“Fuck me,” I whined.
“I told you, I have a long courtship scheduled.”
“Can we skip to the part where you deflower me?”
Before Parker could answer, his phone went off. He reached into his pocket to take it out and silence it. He froze for a second and then held the phone up.
“Maybe that’s enough for tonight,” he said, face unreadable.
I didn’t understand; had I done something? Maybe it was the seafood. I should have ordered a salad. Maybe I drank too much?
“I’ll walk you to your door.”
I tried to joke with him as he walked me upstairs, but he wasn’t having it. “Second thoughts on sleeping with a virgin?” I asked after I opened the door, my voice cracking pathetically. “You know, some cultures really want virgins.”
Parker’s face turned stormy.
“Sorry, bad joke.” I looked down at my feet.
He kissed me lightly on the cheek. Then he turned and left.
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