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“Really?” he whispers.

“It’s . . . ” I’m being silly. But I want Parker to know what’s going on inside me. “It’s what I’ve always wanted. My own personal dream.”

Parker strokes my cheek. “That’s beautiful. How about a kiss? That would be another little thing that’s part of my dream. Would that be possible?”

Instead of answering, I close the tiny distance between us and seal his mouth with mine. He tastes of coffee, gum, and determination.

I pull away from him and speak against his mouth. “It’s three in the afternoon. Have you eaten anything?”

“Mhm.” The sound vibrates against me.

I soak it in. “Yeah? What exactly?”

“Um . . . coffee.”

“I could already tell.”

“Also gum.”

I shake my head. “That too, yeah.”

Parker closes his eyes and smiles.

“You forgot to eat because you were absorbed in your work,” I observe.

He shrugs. “Maybe.”

“So that still happens to you. I will always wonder how you could study for hours without noticing your stomach growling.”

His soft laughter puffs out in a gentle sound. “My boss hasn’t complained about this quirk of mine yet.”

“Your boss.” I kneel down on the sofa next to him and pull him by the hips until he’s lying down. “It’s about time you got a new boss.”

“Oh, are you volunteering?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I thought we’d already settled that?” I hold his arms above his head and press my full weight down on him.

His laughter still shakes us both. “And what does my boss suggest I do about my empty stomach? A protein snack?”

Shaking my head, I lean in and kiss him. When was the last time anyone was here when I came home after a workout? Aside from my sister, it was Lewis. And that was at least three years ago. Or longer. By the end of our relationship, we’d mostly spent our time arguing on the phone.

Having Parker here with me is the paradise I’ve always dreamed of. He breaks free from my grip and grabs my butt. “Mmm. How was your day at work?” He runs his hand over my thighs. “They’re rock-hard.”

Grinning, I lift my head. “Is that supposed to be a hint?” I roll my hips and rub against him. But in fact, all my muscles are hurting.

“Oh, no.” Parker pushes me away. “Did you overdo it again?” He sits up, presses me back against the armrest, and pulls down my pants. “This way, we both get something out of it. I'll get my snack, and you’ll take the first step toward recovery, okay?”

I don’t get a chance to answer. He runs his hand over my stomach. A strange mix of exhaustion and arousal washes over me, and I sink deep into it. Parker undresses me and crawls up next to me. “You’re tired.”

“I’m not,” I protest. But of course he’s right.

“Hmm . . . Your protest is noted.” He kisses his way down my stomach, strokes my thighs, and takes me into his mouth without much foreplay.

Hot and wet, he sucks me off. I lose all control and thrust into the back of his throat. Parker isn’t deterred; he holds me by the base of my cock and sets the pace, which keeps getting faster. He moves his mouth up and down my cock, building pressure.

“Parker,” I warn him. But he continues undeterred. My eyes close on their own; I arch my back, and I come in his mouth.

Parker lets out satisfied sounds as he licks me clean.