Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Umph.” I walk into a hard body. A scent that is familiar from earlier tonight surrounds me—dark, woodsy, unlike any cologne I’ve ever smelt before—making me wonder if this is Parker Hudson’s natural scent. Oh, to be a man, to do little to nothing with your hair, use a bar of soap for your body and face, clothes you throw on and know they’ll look good because do men ever really have a day they feel bloated?
“Careful, Nessa.” His hands wrap around my upper arms, holding me until I’m steady on my feet. Stupid heels. If we weren’t in the city where there’s a heavy foot path, I’d be tempted to go barefoot.
“Thanks.” I take a steadying breath. “And so we meet again. What are you still doing here?” I ask without saying hello. All night, my mind was on the mysterious man. After he left the area where we handled the funding, I didn’t see him again. My parents were mingling with their friends as well as some of the new faces I’ve never seen before. It made it hard to ask my dad who Parker Hudson is, where he came from, and why I’ve not seen him in any other social settings.
“I had a meeting. Didn’t want to take it while in the car and dealing with the road noise. Why are you still here?” My eyes move from the black-on-black fabric that I know if I were to press my hands against it would be the softest material ever, and meet Parker’s. When he introduced himself earlier, Parker was aloof, gruff, and to the point, doing things to my body with just a touch, much like he’s doing now. My core tightens thinking of how he’s gripping my arms and what else he’s capable of holding while we’re in bed together.
“I had to finish up a few things, make sure the caterer was set, which leads me to here. Do you want to share a car?” I ask, bolder than I’d usually be with someone I just met. If it were at any other event, I’d probably never suggest it, but since he had no problem spending so much money for a date, I think he’s a safe bet.
“I’ve already got one coming.” That deflates the hopefulness in my chest, thinking I’d get a chance to get to know the man before we go out on a date, one without a set time limit.
“Oh, if you’ll excuse me, I need to do the same thing.” I recover while stepping back, my feet, calves, thighs, and lower back pissed that I’m putting them through hell.
“Nessa, that doesn’t mean I’m unwilling to share a car with you.” His hands are still on my arms. One slides away while the other moves lower, until he’s got me in the crook of his body, guiding me out of the building without me saying another word. One thing I’m coming to learn about Parker Hudson is that while he doesn’t say a lot, his body language says enough. He’s also one to go after what he wants, and clearly, that includes me.
FIVE
Parker
I open the car door for her, having given my driver the night off after he brought me to the event. Giles doesn’t usually work on the weekends, knowing I prefer to stay at home if I’m not at the office. Groceries can be delivered, my building has a home office as well as a gym, and the need to be seen isn’t for me. I leave that task to Ezra, Theo, and Boston these days. Too many years to count, we were a different set of people, working hard, playing harder, making a name for ourselves that none of us saw coming, one that has stuck even now that we’re older and wiser. It’s a rarity to see any of us coming and going from a club. Having a new woman on our arm each night has long since come to an end for any event. That saying young, dumb, and full of cum, we were that. Money was coming in waves, investments were paying off. We all saved and were smart when it came to certain areas of our lives, except for partying.
“Where to?” I ask Nessa once we’re both in the back seat and the door of the ordered car is closed, a service we usually only use for our company. I justified it with tonight being a work event, having no idea the vixen sitting next to me would rock my world.
“West 38th and 11th Street.” The driver nods, then he’s pulling out of the loading zone. I watch Nessa as she allows herself to relax, head tipping back on the headrest, eyes closing, allowing me to get my fill of her. Her hair that was in some kind of low sideswept style has loosened, spilling out. My hand itches to finish the job, to feel my hands tunneling through it as I lift her head, lips meeting hers and kissing her for the first time. An instance I’d like to happen tonight. It won’t, though, not yet. It’s too soon, and I’m not trying to scare her off before I even have her. The rise and fall of her chest has me thinking she’s fallen asleep, a fact Ezra would laugh about if he knew that I’ve stunned her into slumber by not conversing with her. The joke is on him. There’s something to be said about the stillness, not feeling the need to have a mundane conversation, knowing what someone is saying without speaking. My gaze follows the length of her body, only stopping when I realize the slit of her dress has now risen up to her upper thigh. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. My cock has other ideas. It wants me to move Nessa until she’s straddling my waist.