Chapter 23
“I wanted control. She took the couch – and the lead.” ~ Jeremy
Jeremy
“I can’t believe there’s a Chinese restaurant on Smuggler’s Hideaway,” I say as Parker dumps another serving of shrimp fried rice onto her plate.
When she suggested take-out, I saw it as the perfect opportunity to get her back in the loft. A place I don’t intend her to ever leave.
I can’t allow her to live in her apartment. Especially not when the reason she’s living there is to save money to repay her parents, who are complete assholes.
“Wok the Plank has been a staple in Smuggler’s Rest for about a decade. David and Ang moved here from San Francisco with their daughter, May, for her to train with Miles.”
“Miles? As in Eli’s younger brother?”
“Yep.” She settles back on the sofa next to me. “Miles used to be a world-class surfer until he injured himself in Hawaii.”
“Does May still surf?”
“She’s the surf instructor at Hideaway Haven Resort.”
“Have you ever surfed?”
She snorts. “My parents are orthodontists. I’ve never engaged in any activity that might ruin my perfect teeth.” She smiles to show off her teeth. “I blame Miles. He chipped his front tooth when a surfboard hit him in the face.”
Jealousy flares to life in my stomach. Were Parker and Miles a couple? “Isn’t Miles five years younger than you?”
“Seven. But who’s counting?” She shrugs.
“Are you into younger men?”
She points at me with her chopsticks. “You’re a year younger than me.”
“So, yes, you are into younger men.”
She rolls her eyes. “Who says I’m into you?”
I set my plate down on the coffee table before doing the same with hers.
“What are you doing? We haven’t finished eating yet.”
“Answering your challenge.” I crawl over her until she’s forced to lay down on the sofa.
Her breath quickens, but she doesn’t give in. Not my princess. “I didn’t challenge you.”
“Sure, you did. And now I’m going to prove how into me you are.”
She bites her bottom lip and looks up at me from beneath her lashes. “How?”
I rake my gaze over her body. “Where to begin?”
“I have an idea.”
I lift my gaze to meet hers. “Which is?”
She hooks her leg around mine and rears up until I’m forced onto my back. She plants her hands on my chest and settles on my thighs.
“How about I’m in charge this time?”
I growl. “I’m in charge in the bedroom.”
“Good thing we’re not in the bedroom then.”
“This is a loft. The entire room is a bedroom.”
“Agree to disagree.” She wiggles on top of me and my cock responds by lengthening and hardening. “Something agrees with me,” she mutters before squeezing me over my jeans.
I moan. “You’re sitting on top of me and I have a perfect view of your breasts. Of course, I’m hard.”
She giggles before jiggling her breasts. “Do you mean these?”
I slap her hands out of the way. “Those are mine to play with.”
“I’ll let you play with mine if I can play with yours.”
I squeeze her nipples. “What exactly are you suggesting?”
She leans over until she can whisper into my ear. “I ride you until you see stars.”
My cock pulses in my jeans. It wants Parker to ride me while she’s naked and her breasts are free and bouncing.
My fingers dig into her hips. “I prefer to be in charge.”
She sits up and shrugs. “I can ride you until I get off and then you can be in charge.”
I don’t usually negotiate with women in the bedroom. But I can’t seem to stop myself from giving Parker whatever she wants.
“Clothes off,” I order.
She whips off her sweater. “I’m getting naked because I want to. Not because you ordered me to.”
She can say what she wants. I saw the way her eyes flared when I ordered her to strip. I know she gets off on me being in charge.
But apparently, she has a point to prove today. And after all the secrets she revealed to me this afternoon – secrets painful for her to confess to – I’m loath to deny her. She needs to feel as if she has some control in this relationship and she can have what she wants. For a little while.
I tap her thigh. “All of your clothes off.”
“Scrooge is bossy.” She rolls her eyes but stands to do my bidding. She shoves her jeans down her legs revealing her panties.
She starts to climb back on me but I stop her. “Bra and panties are clothing, too.”
She stares at me for a long moment before nodding. She removes both items and now she’s standing before me – gloriously naked with all of her curves on display. Curves, I can’t wait to get my hands and mouth on again. And I will.
She opens up her arms. “Do I meet with your approval?”
“More than,” I growl. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“I’m not perfect. My thighs are too thick. My hips are too wide. My breasts are too big.”
“You’re perfect to me.” With a start, I realize I’m not lying to get what I want. She seriously is perfect for me.
Shit. I’m falling for this small town baker. I never saw her coming, but she blasted straight through my defenses.
I grit my teeth. I may be falling for her but nothing will come of it. I’ve learned my lesson about relationships since I’ve become a billionaire. My parents aren’t the only people who tried to take advantage of me.
“Condom.” I motion toward the nightstand.
She contemplates me for a moment before making her way to the bed and opening the drawer. She snatches a foil package before returning to me. I watch her naked body as she moves. I could watch her all day.
My cock disagrees. It wants to be buried deep in her body. And I can’t do that if I’m staring at her moving around.
She places the condom on the coffee table before climbing on me. Her core is nestled against my cock. I can feel her heat through my jeans.
I don’t want to wait. I want to pound into her pussy. But I grit my teeth and stay still. Parker’s in charge. For now.
Her mouth melds to mine and I groan as her taste hits me – coffee, sugar, and a hint of sea. I love the taste of her. I want to drown in it. I’ll probably get hard every time I sniff the ocean in the future but I don’t care. She’s worth it.
She opens for me and I dive into her mouth. I explore her mouth as if I can’t get enough. Because I can’t. Kissing is usually foreplay I’m forced to do before the main act. But not with Parker. I could kiss her all day.
She drags her fingernails along my unshaven jaw as I massage and knead her breasts while she grinds down on my cock until it weeps.
I grunt and yank my mouth away from hers. “This is going to be over awful quick if you don’t stop grinding down on me.”
She bats her eyelashes at me. “I thought I was in charge.”
“Just warning you, I can’t fuck you if I come in my jeans like a damn teenager.”
She bursts into laughter. Her head falls back and her breasts bounce as she laughs. I’ll give her a reason to stop laughing.
I pinch her nipples and twist. Hard. She gasps as she grounds down on my cock again.
“Condom,” I order.
She snatches it from the table before scooting down my legs. She snaps my jeans open but I shackle her wrists.
“Careful.”
She blows out a breath before nodding. I release her and she draws the zipper down so slowly, I have to grit my teeth before I take over from her. This is her show.
Once my jeans are open, she digs into my underwear and pulls my cock out. “Put the condom on me.”
Even from underneath, I’m in command. Guiding her hands as she rolls the condom over my cock, slow enough to drive me insane. When she’s finished, she perches above me.
“Put me inside you,” I grumble.
She sinks down on me and I inhale a deep breath before I grasp her hips and take charge. Before I start thrusting into her from below.
She bottoms out and gasps.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
She bobs her head.
“Say the words, Princess.”
“I’m not hurt. I need a second to adjust, is all.”
I’ll give her something else to think about. I sneak a hand in between our bodies to touch her clit. I rub the little nub until Parker’s head falls back and she starts to lift and lower herself on me. Once she’s found her rhythm, I abandon her clit for her hips.
“Lean over. I want to suck on those pretty nipples while you ride me.”
She plants her hands on my chest and I latch onto a nipple. I suck and bite and nibble until her movements become erratic. Then, I take over.
I use my hands on her hips to raise and lower her on my cock while I thrust up into her. Her walls tighten and convulse around my cock until I have to force my way inside.
“Are you going to come for me, Princess?”
“Uh huh.”
“Are you going to scream my name when you come all over my cock?”
“Nuh uh.”
She’s cute. I’ll make her scream. I keep one hand on her hip to guide her while sneaking the other hand between us. I barely touch her clit before she explodes.
“Oh god. Oh god.”
“Not god,” I growl. “Jeremy.”
“Jeremy,” she breathes out as she rides out her orgasm.
I flip us over until I’m on top and her legs are wrapped around me. I pound into her until my orgasm hits.
“Parker,” I growl as I come.
I continue to pump into her until I’m completely spent. I collapse on top of her before rolling us to our sides. We barely fit on the sofa but I’m too exhausted to move.
Sex with Parker is better than anything I’ve ever felt before. Is this how it feels when you fall for someone?
I force those thoughts away. This is temporary. I don’t have anything more to offer.