Or she could fuck me—whichever was fine.
“Suede or velvet?” Emily asked.
I frowned. “What?”
She was standing again, with fabric wrapped around her. She wore nothing else, only the suede and velvet covering her body in equal measures.
“Suede or velvet?” she said again, her lips slowly forming around the words. Her eyes filled with need as she spoke.
I took a step closer to her and ran my hand over the velvet. Her breast was firm and round under it, supple to my touch.
“Velvet,” I said.
She smiled and peeled the fabric away. I stared at her, waiting for her to bare her body for me to look at, to touch, to taste.
“Parker?” she asked, and she stood by the window, out of reach. Dammit, what the fuck was going on? I couldn’t reach her, couldn’t see her, couldn’t touch her.
“What?” I asked in a hoarse voice.
“It’s a hell of a view you have here.” She looked out over LA. She wore a sheer robe, her naked body visible through the fabric. Her ass was delicious, her curves perfect. I walked over to her and put my hands on her hips, dropping kisses on her shoulder. She tilted her head to the side and I kissed her neck, all the way to her jaw, pushing her hair away.
She moaned softly, and the sound was enough to make me primal.
“Oh, Parker,” she breathed.
I opened my eyes and stared into the dim light of the morning. My cock was rock-hard and I groaned. It had been just a dream.
A fucking hot dream, where Emily had teased me. I was hot and bothered, my cock aching for a release.
I’d just dreamed about Emily. Of all the people I could have a hot dream about, I dreamed about my best friend’s sister.
That was all kinds of fucked up.
But hell, the only reason I hadn’t made a move on her yet wasbecauseshe was Ryan’s sister. I’d met him first, and the bro code had some stupid unwritten rule that best friends’ sisters were off-limits.
Stupid fucking rule, but there it was. I’d drooled over Emily from the start, but I’d stopped myself from wanting her.
Apparently, I hadn’t done enough to stop it.
I groaned again and rolled not my side. I knew why she was in my dreams now. I’d called her yesterday to set up a meeting. She’d contacted me a few days ago when Ryan had told her I wanted my apartment done, and I’d cleared a spot on my schedule for her.
We were meeting later today.
And now, there was no fucking way I would be able to look at her without seeing the sheer fabric barely covering her perfect assets.
Not that I would know what she looked like naked. But I could imagine it. And I had a hell of an imagination.
Stop it.
Emily was Ryan’s sister. And soon, I would be her client, if she decided to take on the apartment. I couldn’t think about her this way.
But my cock throbbed, my need for sex grew, and I gritted my teeth, trying to fight the urge to take care of my shit before I had to get up and shower before going into the office.
I rolled onto my back again and palmed my flesh. My cock was hot in my hand, and even though it was just my own touch, I groaned. I tried to think of blonde bimbos, of exotic dancers stripping, of girl-on-girl action. Or threesomes. Anything that would take my mind away from Emily, but still let me get out my frustrations.
I imagined a woman on top of me, with perfect tits, and hair that hung onto my chest. She straddled my hips, and I buried my cock deep inside of her. When she rocked back and forth, her hands on my chest, I looked into her eyes.
And it was Emily looking back at me.