Page 34 of The Problem with Playboys

Nine

Parker was barely holding it together as he and Chloe climbed into the back of his limousine. He had an erection so fierce that he could hardly believe he had any brain function. It had been a real feat to make it through the hotel lobby discreetly.Thank God for this stupid tux jacket.It hid a multitude of sins.

“Home, Mr. Sullivan?” Benny asked.

“Yes,” Parker answered, glancing over at Chloe. She was sitting right next to him, so beautiful and sexy it boggled the mind.

“Right away,” Benny replied. Without needing to be asked, he raised the partition between the two sections of the car.

Chloe didn’t wait to move. She slipped her hand into the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled him closer, kissing him with that mouth he found so disarming. It was her turn to be in charge and she did exactly that, rolling to her hip, then pulling her lips from his and surprising the hell out of him by kneeling on the floor before him. She rolled her hand over his crotch, lightly rubbing the underside of his dick, driving him mad. She peered up at him, her eyes dark in the soft light of the limo, drawing him in like no woman ever had before. “I need to take care of you.”

Parker wasn’t about to argue as he slid his hips closer to her and leaned back. He loved seeing her fingers unzip his pants, but it was even better when she tugged down the front of his boxer briefs and took him in her hand. He groaned when she took that first stroke, giving him a tiny bit of relief while making him even harder. The pain and the pleasure...what a delicious mix.

He closed his eyes for a moment as she took him in her mouth. So warm and luscious, hot and wet. With every pass, the tension wrapped itself around him a little tighter and he found it more impossible to bear. He dug his fingers into her hair and curled them into her scalp, rubbing with just enough force to tell her how much she was driving him wild, but also how happy she was making him. This was somehow hotter than Miami, which he found nearly impossible to believe. Miami had been ridiculously hot. But this... Well, perhaps it was the familiarity they had now. Or maybe it was simply because he knew now that she couldn’t resist him. She had to have him. Just like he had to have her.

He opened his eyes, only to see that she was looking up at him as her lips rode up and down his length. It was so hot it felt criminal, and yet, there was this tenderness to Chloe that always took his breath away. She was soft, even when she tried to show the world a hard exterior. “I want you, Chloe. Right now. In this car.” Taking a cursory glance out the window, he knew that they had a good ten minutes before they would get to his building. Plenty of time, especially considering how primed they both were.

She very slowly dragged her lips along his erection, then gently let him go. “Are you sure? In here?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Her eyes lit up with mischief. “I’ve never had sex in a limo.”

“First time for everything.”

She climbed back up on the seat and hitched her dress up high, revealing her creamy thighs. He flashed back to that moment when he first saw her get out of the car at his dad’s house and he’d first realized he wanted her. His hips tightened as he got the first glimpse of her lacy ice blue panties. Sexy and sweet. That was Chloe. She inched them down her legs and placed them on the seat, then gathered her dress in her hands and straddled Parker’s lap. He sort of hated that there was so much fabric between them, but he also sort of loved it. Mere minutes ago, she’d been in a ballroom with the wealthiest of New York City, looking as proper as a woman could look. Only he got to see the side of Chloe that was so hot and dangerous.

He guided himself inside her and she sank down on him, wrapping him up in her velvety warmth. He was immediately plunged into a world where only she existed, where he felt like he was going to rocket into space from mere seconds inside her. The pressure that had built up in him already was like a bottle of expensive champagne that had been shaken within an inch of its life. He was teetering on the brink already. So close. Too damn close.

Chloe lowered her head and kissed him as she rocked her hips back and forth. Her breaths were short and choppy and he sensed the restlessness in her. He felt it as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. As fun and hot and dangerous as this was, he couldn’t wait to get her in his apartment and fully undressed, get the full view of her beautiful naked body as he drove her to her peak again and again. It was the start of the weekend, he reminded himself. They could wear each other out until neither had a thing to give. Then they could sleep and start again.

Chloe buried her face in his neck and began rocking harder. “I’m so close,” she moaned against his skin.

“Come for me, Chloe. Come so hard. I want to see it on your face and hear it in your voice and most important, I want to feel it.”

It was either something he said or something he did that made her body freeze after only one more thrust. She knocked back her head, and he felt her gather hard around him, just as he’d begged her to do. That was all it took to propel him over the edge, desperate for breath and yet somehow not caring about things like oxygen. It felt so good. Too good.

Chloe rolled her head to the side, then back forward, collapsing against him. “You are unbelievable.”

Did she really feel that way about him? Because he’d been feeling that way about her. He’d been so sure he had her all figured out from the beginning—the uptight society girl who only did things that were safe. But Chloe had a real adventurous streak, even if she didn’t know it. He found it absolutely thrilling, wondering what they could do together next. He clasped both sides of her face with his hands and kissed her softly. “Just wait until I get you inside.” He glanced out the car window. “We’ll be at my building in a few minutes.”

“I’d better get presentable.” She climbed off his lap and began to straighten her dress.

Parker got his own clothes situated, then reached for Chloe’s panties at the same moment she did. “You don’t need these,” he said.

“Of course I do. Plus, they were super expensive.”

He tucked them into the pocket of his tux jacket. “I’ll just hold on to them.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s going to be way too fun riding the elevator of my incredibly fancy apartment building, just knowing that you aren’t wearing any panties. If I’m lucky, we’ll run into one of my neighbors.”

She leaned closer and kissed him. “You’re bad.”

“Only if you want me to be.”

Benny dropped them off in the parking garage, and Parker wasted no time getting them to the elevator and up to his apartment. One of the things that had sold him on this unit was that right inside the door was the payoff—you walked right into his sprawling living room, which had the same breathtaking view of the Hudson River as his home gym and bedroom.