30. Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty
Madison
P arker snuck out to The Blue Diamond and my heart squeezed with the knowledge that the first thing he would see there was Franny’s face. The way he pushed me away from his villa last night didn’t escape me. He didn’t want me there. Not that I really wanted to stare at his gorgeous dead wife’s face, but the way he kept his past separated from me, was indicator enough. I was here temporarily and that hadn’t changed.
We agreed to meet at my villa at ten. I managed to do everything I had to by nine and was left with an hour to overthink.
Instead of spending that hour pondering over the important stuff like what would happen with my job and did I even want to return to New York, I competed mentally with a dead woman. I compared me and Franny on every possible level I could think of .
She had been drop-dead beautiful. And while I had never worried about my own attractiveness, the difference between us couldn’t be more obvious.
There was an aura about her that I didn’t have. She wasn’t just a pretty face like me. She had that approachability and sunshine personality I definitely lacked. And I gathered that from watching her wedding video once . I could only imagine what Parker must have been thinking. He had known her. Lived with her.
She had probably been the domestic type of woman, cooking and transforming a house into a home, while I was pretty sure the last time I prepared a meal for someone was when Clem was eight, had the flu and I made her an instant chicken soup because Sylvia was too busy ignoring her youngest.
And that brought up the even bigger issue. From what I knew Franny had been really tight with her family. And I was emotionally crippled. I couldn’t even bond with a freaking baby. Daphne hadn’t done anything to me. I bet Franny loved children and wanted to have a bunch.
So knowing all this, why would Parker want to have anything remotely serious with me?
A click came from the front door and put an end to my internal self-torture. Seconds later Parker walked in and I stood up from the couch, tilting my head to the side in not at all mock offense.
“You could have knocked, you know?”
He didn’t say a word. His eyes didn’t leave mine, as he stopped right in front of me, grabbed my face between his big, warm hands and kissed the hell out of me.
I fisted his suit jacket, pouring all my desperation into that firm hold I had on him because who knew how long I would be able to keep it? How long would he want someone like me ?
Parker tore his mouth from mine as abruptly as he had kissed me and smiled at me. My heart almost burst out of my chest at his sincere happiness to see me.
I guess I’m not that heartless after all.
“I couldn’t have knocked,” he rubbed his thumbs over my cheeks. “That would have meant waiting longer to kiss you and I just couldn’t wait a second longer.”
I rolled my eyes at the cheesiness of his answer, but cheesy or not, it hit me right in the chest.
Parker took a step back and let go of my face. “I feel like I should be the one to talk first. You deserve an explanation.”
Oh, God. If he started comparing me to his wife to explain to me why he would never fall for a woman like me, I would die.
“You don’t have to explain anything.”
“I think I do.”
“No,” I shook my head. “We could just continue what we started and enjoy it while it lasts.”
Parker tilted his head to the side. “Meaning?”
“Well, I think we could both agree that the sex is amazing. And we…connected on some level recently. My mother still thinks we’re dating even though my siblings know the truth. We could just continue having fun and deceiving my mother until I leave.”
“Until you leave?”
“Yes.”
Parker looked at me like he wanted murder me but his voice sounded cool when he spoke again. “We do have one problem that we would have to address eventually.”
“You being my boss?”
He shook his head. “That’s not even on my radar.”
“What is it then? ”
“Your inability to let people in. It’s an inconvenience and I don’t like inconveniences.”
I swallowed hard. “What about our working arrangements?”
Parker erased the space between us and took my hands in his. “The clients are happy. You’re doing great on your own and I don’t plan on getting involved in your process. I would hire you permanently if it was up to me, but whether you go back to New York or not is entirely your call. Now, do you have any objections that need my immediate attention? Because I really want to continue what we started this morning in your bed.”
The memory of the slow strokes of his hand on my naked thigh sent a shiver down my spine and I kept quiet.
Parker hoisted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked over to the bedroom and put me on my feet, then dipped down, capturing my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss that left us both breathless. His hands roamed my body, sending shivers down to my core as he explored every inch of me. I started to undress him and he did the same to me while peppering kisses on every inch of my skin he had access to. Soon we were both completely naked and I pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him.
The grin he gave me melted me into a puddle.
But his hands gripped my hips and he pressed my center down to his throbbing erection and every thought in my head got silenced by the pleasure. He ground against me, his eyes locked onto mine, never breaking our intense gaze.
As he hit my clit over and over again, my mouth fell open and I could feel the tension building within me with every passing moment. Parker must have sensed it too, because he gripped me tighter and flipped me on my back. A second later his head was between my legs, his tongue inside me, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. I arched my back, gripping the sheets and moaning loudly. He continued to lick and suck, driving me to the edge of ecstasy, until I exploded into a million tiny pieces.
His fingers moved to my soaking wet core, sliding inside me effortlessly.
“Do you like that?” He asked and I could hear the smugness in his tone.
“Yes.” My breath was coming in shallow gasps. “But I want more.”
He slowly pulled his fingers out of me and I cried out as he entered me with one hard measured stroke.
Without a condom.
“Fuck,” he groaned and stopped moving. “You feel so good.”
“Don’t stop,” I put my hands on his ass and pressed him into me even though he was already all the way in.
Parker buried his head into my neck and kissed me but I got ticklish and I burst out laughing. He leaned back a little and the look of surprise on his face made me laugh even harder.
“You’re a strange woman, Madison Hartley,” he kissed my collarbone and resumed his thrusts inside me.
I reveled in the sensation of him filling me up. The tension that would become another orgasm started building inside me again as our bodies collided.
Parker's eyes locked onto mine as his pace quickened, his breaths becoming deeper and harsher. He was getting close.
“Do you feel it, love?”
“Feel what?” I asked.
His hands gripped my hips tightly, his thrusts becoming more frenzied, more desperate. “You’re mine now.”