Page 38 of The Problem with Playboys

Blue got up from her spot next to Chloe, wandered to the end of the bed, jumped on to an upholstered bench at the foot of the mattress, then hopped down to the floor. That left nothing between Parker and Chloe but his pajama pants, the thin silky sheet covering her. They had the rest of the morning and an entire afternoon if they wanted to take it.

“I have no doubt that you’ll put up your armor when you need to.”

She slid a finger beneath the edge of the bedsheet and pulled it away, revealing her naked body to him. It was the sort of bold move she didn’t make, but it felt so natural with Parker. It was the only thing that made sense. “I’m not wearing any armor right now.”

“I see that.” His hand rolled over her bare hip, then he slipped it between her legs. In a split second, she was at his mercy.

“Parker—” she gasped, amazed by how quickly he had her close to the edge.

His face drifted to hers, kissing her hard. “Yes?”

“Please don’t stop.”

“Whatever you want. For as long as you want it.”

She rolled to her back with only one thought on her mind—hewas everything she wanted. For now.