Page 33 of The Problem with Playboys

“I know a quiet spot.” Taking her hand, he led her through one of the side exits. They spilled out into a hall with a luxurious seating area and soft lighting. He wasted no time, taking her in his arms and spinning her until her back was pressed to the wall.

Chloe’s mouth quivered with anticipation of a kiss, but he went for her neck first, caressing her delicate skin with his warm lips. She nearly climaxed from that one kiss, closing her eyes, knocking her head back and exhaling in a soft moan. She flattened her palms in the center of his back, wanting him closer to her.

“This is what I want from you, Chloe. The heat.” He trailed his mouth along her collarbone, then began moving lower, to the top of her cleavage. He pressed in closer to her, then lifted his head and looked down the hall. He tugged down the front of her dress on one side until her breast was free from the garment.

The cooler air hit her skin in an exhilarating rush. She immediately stiffened. “Parker. Someone will see.”

“It’s fine. We’re alone.” He lowered his head and drew her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tight bud.

Any determination Chloe had to argue with him disappeared in smoke. If he kept doing what he was doing to her, she didn’t care if the entire ballroom of guests watched them. “Parker. Let’s go then. Let’s get out of here.”

He groaned and took one of her hands, lifting her arm above her head and pinning it against the wall. “I’m having too much fun. You’re so hot, Chloe. I can’t wait to bury myself inside of you.” He punctuated the statement with a forceful kiss, his tongue warm and wet and sinful. There was no mistaking what he was after and Chloe wanted to give it to him all night long. He tightened his grip on her wrist, letting her know that she was at his mercy, then he took his other hand and slipped it through the slit on the side of her dress.

“Parker...” she said between their lips.

“Shh. One more minute,” he said slipping his fingers into the front of her panties.

Chloe was fighting that whole weak-knee situation again. Honestly, every muscle in her body was quivering with anticipation while struggling to keep her upright. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the feel of his finger against her center, as he rubbed in tight, fast circles. The tension was coiling so fast, her breaths cut so short that she didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t have an orgasm in the hall of a five-star hotel, could she? The courtyard in Miami had been one thing. This was another. There was no time for an answer as she felt the peak rocket through her like white lightning. She kissed Parker harder, if only to stifle the moans fighting their way out of her as her entire body shuddered with pleasure.

He ran his lips along her neck again and discreetly removed one hand from between her legs, and the other let go of her wrist. Chloe tugged up the bodice of her dress to cover herself and avoid walking away from this situation while showing a bit too much skin. Parker angled his body to shield her from anyone who might wander down to where they were.

“I can’t believe you did that,” she said.

“I couldn’t help it.”

She placed her hand on his chest, smoothing it over the fine fabric of his jacket. She was caught between too many thoughts, but the one that rang loudest in her head was that she needed to be alone with him. Truly alone. But there were a few things standing in the way. “I think we should stay at the event. Let you bask in the glow of your accomplishments.”

“That’s sweet of you, but no. I’ve made my appearance. I’ve talked to the people I needed to see.”

“But Jillian bragged about the dinner. And she said the band was good. Don’t you want to dance?” She trailed her finger down his lapel.

“I can think of far better things you and I can do together, Chloe.”

“If we’re going to leave, I need to find Alex and tell her what’s going on.”

He drew in a deep breath through his nose, seeming frustrated. “Can’t you text her?”

“I’ll call her. That’s more thoughtful.” Chloe dug her phone out of the small evening bag she’d brought, seeing that Alex had already left her a text. Chloe must not have heard the notification while Parker had her in the throes of passion. “She beat me to it. Apparently she’s leaving with Ryder. Interesting.”Good for Alex.

“Let’s get out of here. Now.” Parker slipped his cell from his pocket and tapped out a message. “My driver should be downstairs in a few minutes.”

“How far is your apartment?”

“I think the more pressing question is how private is the back of my limo?”