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“That can be arranged, Parker,” my mother tells him, her voice so low that I can barely hear her. I lean back against my chair, shocked by her words, and by the honesty behind them. Why do these two hate each other’s guts like this? I never expected them to be on friendly terms, but this is simply too much. What the hell’s going on in here?
“Hey, look, we should all calm down and --” I start, getting up to my feet, but my mother turns to me and shuts me up real quick.
“Stay out of this,” she cuts me short, her icy eyes turning toward me. I sink down into my chair once more, realizing that this time I might be in over my head.
“Get out. Now,” Parker says, his voice boiling with rage. He takes one step toward my mother, but she just looks him up and down with a look of disgust and, clutching her purse against her chest, turns on her heels and starts walking toward the door.
“This isn’t over, Parker. Not by a long shot. Like I said, this means war," she whispers before bolting out of the office, slamming the door shut behind her.
“Jesus,” I whisper with a sigh, still staring at the door as the fading click of her high heels reaches us. I know she wants me to help her force Parker out of the race, but I had no idea she intended to go bat shit crazy over this.
What the hell was she even trying to accomplish with this? Unless… Unless she’s trying to set up a precedent. She’s building up a story, trying to make it look like there’s no connection between her and I. All hail the Queen of Mind Games, Katherine Meelios.
“Are you okay?” I hear Parker’s voice, my train of thought derailing, and I turn toward him.
“Yeah… I’m okay, sure,” I reply, not knowing what else to say. I guess that if my mother’s little act was true, I’d be shaken up by the scene. But I’ve never been a good actress and, besides, it’s not like I need to pretend right now.
Parker’s too absorbed by his own thoughts to notice my calm demeanor; the look on his face is one of anger and calculation. Just now, he’s realizing that my mother has declared war. And when my mother goes to war, she doesn’t hold back any punches. I’d know, after all, I’m sitting inside Parker’s office as her spy.
Suddenly, Parker walks toward the door and, without a single word, he grabs the key from his pocket and, after sliding it inside the lock, turns it. I hear the bolts sliding as he locks the door, and he finally turns to me.
“I want you. Now,” he whispers, his serious eyes focused on me.
“I’m right here, Daddy” I reply with a smile, getting up from my seat as my heart starts picking up the pace. The confrontation with my mother has made his blood boil, and there’s only one way a man like him can let go of his fury.
“You’re fucking mine to do with as I please,” he hisses.
I gulp. I’m wet.
I can’t imagine that one of those staffers outside would be scared at this glint in his eyes.
Lucky for him, I’m right here, eager to help him unleash all that rage of his. Even though I never wanted this assignment in the first place, I have to be honest: being at Parker’s mercy makes it all worth it.
13
Amy
Lust and adrenaline have taken over Parker and, with a flicker of unbridled savagery in his smart eyes, he starts walking toward me. I stand in place, my feet glued to the floor as he closes the distance between us. Without saying a word, he takes one hand to the nape of my neck and tangles his fingers in my hair; yanking on it, he forces me to throw my head back and I gasp, a growing wetness between my thighs.
“Do it,” I tell him, knowing what he wants. He wants to ravage me, to unleash all of his pent-up fury upon me. “Fuck me,” I continue, looking into his eyes as a sure smile takes over my lips.
Still in silence, he pushes me back until my ass is pressed against the edge of his desk. I place my two hands on the flat surface and pull myself up, sitting on top of the desk and spreading my legs so that his body fits between them.
“I need you,” he whispers, breathing hard, and then leans into me and crushes his mouth against mine. I close my eyes as I feel the touch of his lips, my tongue finding its way into his mouth and dancing around his own. Placing my hands on his lower back, I let my fingers trail down to the hem of his pants, and then I slide them
underneath both his pants and boxers, feeling the naked curves of his firm ass cheeks.
“I want you,” he tells me again, pulling back from my kiss and allowing his hands to wander over to my breasts. He squeezes them both at the same time, my nipples hardening under his touch, and then starts unbuttoning my blouse, his fingers moving in a kind of patient hurry as he bares my chest.
The moment my bra jumps into sight, I take one hand to his hair and grab it; I pull him into me and he comes willingly, pressing his eager mouth on the valley between my tits. Kissing my skin, he hooks one thumb on the left cup of my bra and pulls it down, baring one rosy tip, and then takes his mouth there. He wraps his lips around my hard nipple and starts sucking, lapping at it with his tongue.
His free hand takes care of my open blouse, pushing it down my shoulders and arms and then allowing it to fall to the floor like some forgotten rag. I tremble as I feel his fingertips making the hike from my lower back to my shoulder blades, his touch soft but heavy with pent-up lust; finding the clasp of my bra, he unhooks it with one quick flick of his fingers and then yanks it off of me, throwing it on top of my blouse.
“Beautiful,” he says, standing again and allowing his eyes to roam over the curve of my breasts. My pussy becomes even wetter as he looks at me, his eyes widening as a violent desire takes over him.
“Are you just going to stare?” I tease him, running my fingers down his black tie and then un-tucking his white dress shirt with two harsh tugs. “Or are you going to make me yours?” He simply grins at my words and, for a short moment, I almost think he isn’t going to bother with an answer to my question.
“Make you mine?” he chuckles, his deep voice sending a shiver up my spine. “I don’t need to make you mine. I already own you,” he whispers, yanking on my hair again and taking his mouth back to my nipples. He sucks on my right nipple eagerly, squeezing my left one at the same time, and I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits as he does it.
