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"Some other time. I don't want you to get carried away with the view. There are some other things I want you to see, and I don't want any pictures of them."
His voice shouldn't stroll right down my spine to smash into my pussy, but it does. I shiver, but it's not from the cold. I press myself back against him— but it's not for the warmth, either.
His lips press gently against the sensitive spot behind my ear, and I don't bother stifling my moan. If anyone can hear us from thirty stories up, they deserve to.
"Are you sure? I think you'd look good in black and white." I twist my head so I'm looking up at Parker. "I'd make sure they're tasteful nudes."
Parker growls in my ear. If his whisper crept down my spine, the sound he makes now skates along every nerve ending in my body.
"I told you on your first day, Sofie. You can have any picture you want of me," Parker purrs right against my ear.
He kisses the side of my neck and my jaw before moving my mouth to his.
Our first kiss was nothing like this. This is slow, deliberate. Neither of us is surprised. Nobody is in a rush. We're taking our time because we know we have all night.
All night might not be enough time to do everything I want to this man. I want to kiss and lick every nook and cranny of his body, and the way he's kissing me tells me he has the same plan.
But still, we don't rush. I melt against him, my hands slipping from his to skim up under his shirt and run along his chest. He's so solid, so well-built that I can't contain a whimper. He smiles against my lips, breaking our kiss to whisper.
"But what I really want is to put you in front of the camera, for once. I think it's what you secretly crave. For someone to see you," Parker says.
No one as sweet as Parker should be able to be so sexy.
"Not fair," I gasp as his lips find mine again and again. "You're not real, Parker Knight. You're too good to be true."
A hundred small kisses, each of us speaking in between them.
"I'm real. This is real. Stop trying to observe it and analyze it and just exist in the moment."
One long kiss ends the series of rapid ones, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that makes my toes curl.
"I don't know how," I admit when it ends.
"Let me show you," Parker says, twisting me in his arms to meet his eyes.
The stiff peaks of my nipples press against his chest as he backs me up against the doorway that leads back downstairs. He pins me between him and the hard slab of wood.
The door may be solid, but Parker is somehow even harder. Every inch of his body is covered in muscle, but the one between his legs puts the rest to shame. I can feel it down one leg of his jeans, grinding against me.
With a moan, I let my head fall back, his mouth moving down my neck and throat. His lips trace their way down one side and back up the other, before kissing me again. I suck his tongue into my mouth, trying desperately to get more.
"I want to see all of you," Parker hums as his hands begin to unfasten the buttons of my blouse.
"Someone might see us," I point out. His words still heat my blood up.
"They won't. It's just me up here. But I'm going to strip every inch of your clothes off. I want to see all of you, and that turns you on, doesn't it?" Parker nips at the sensitive skin of one breast as he exposes it, my blouse slipping down and exposing my lacy bra. "I thought you were just a voyeur at first, but you've got an exhibitionist streak buried deep down, don't you? Just for me."
Unfair. Unfair. Unfair.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I lie.
"Liar," Parker says as he unfastens my bra and lets it drop to the rooftop.
The cold air makes me gasp as it hits the stiff tips of my nipples, but Parker is quick to close his hand around one and his mouth around the other. My gasp twists into a hiss of pleasure, then somersaults into a moan of need.
Something about him knowing me well enough to call me on my own bullshit turns me on more than the thought that someone could see us.
"Fuck you," I grind out, my hands caressing his back and shoulders as he bends down.
