The rest of the meal was just as magical. The entrée was duck with wild rice and roasted vegetables. The dessert, ice cream with chocolate sculpted into a delicate design, fit for royalty.
Turkish coffee finished the meal.
By the time we left the restaurant, I felt light and airy from the wine, and transported from the life I knew to a world of riches and luxuries.
“Did you drive?” Parker asked.
I shook my head. “I thought I might drink wine, so I took a cab.”
“Responsible,” Parker said with a grin.
“Always,” I said. “It’s a fatal flaw. It makes me boring.”
“It makes you fucking hot,” Parker said, and before I could respond, he kissed me.
12
PARKER
Ididn’tcarehowmuch shesaidwe couldn’t do this anymore. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. It was in the way she flirted back, in the way she blushed when I complimented her, and in the way she leaned against me when we stood outside shying away from the cold.
It was in the way she melted against me when I kissed her, not making one move to stop me.
I shouldn’t have kissed her. Not if we wanted to keep things “professional.” But I couldn’t help myself.
Emily was the one woman who I couldn’t say no to. She was the one woman I wanted desperately—my weakness, my kryptonite.
I cupped her cheeks, her perfume in my nostrils, and when she moaned softly at the back of her throat when I slid my tongue into her mouth, my cock grew hard in my pants.
Her breasts were soft against my chest. I slid my hands down, one onto her chest and the other over her back. I moved my hand to her ribs, just below her breast. My fingers ached to touch her, but not here. Not like this.
She wasn’t the type of woman to do something in public. And she didn’t deserve it. She deserved respect. Privacy.
She deserved to be treated like the queen she was.
With my hand on her hip, I broke the kiss. She looked up at me, her breathing shallow.
“Your place or mine?” I asked in a hoarse voice.
“I don’t care,” she breathed. “Mine.”
I nodded and lifted my hand to flag a cab.
In the cab, Emily was tucked tightly against me. I rested my hand on her thigh, the bare skin hot under my fingers. Her dress pulled up slightly, baring more of her leg, and it made my mouth dry. I wanted to push her dress up higher. I wanted to kiss every inch of her.
And to ravish her.
When we stopped in front of her apartment building, I paid the driver, and she led me to her front door.
“I didn’t clean,” she said.
“I’m not interested in your apartment. I’m interested in you.”
“Well, I’m a little dirty too,” she said and smiled. She stepped closer and lightly bit my lower lip.
I grabbed her and kissed her with a growl, the hunger growing inside me.
When she turned to unlock her door, I ground my cock against her ass. Her curves were fucking delicious.