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She had intended to grab her bag because if he thought for a moment she would be sleeping in his bed, he was dead wrong. Yes, her heart broke for him having to take care of his family at such an early age, but he was still only using her for the land. Nothing more. All this? This was all just some sort of amusement for him.
She would be utterly foolish to give in entirely when he was only playing with her. He could never love her. He wanted her land. End of story.
But when she opened the door, she staggered backward.
Parker had just stepped out of the bathroom with nothing, but a towel draped precariously low at his hips.
Water still glistened down his magnificent chest and his hair was very wet.
She swallowed and was transported back to three years ago when her obsession with him began.
One of her friends, Lacey Bauman, ran a catering company, and the two of them had an easy business arrangement. Everleigh baked, and Lacey would cater. But that night, two of Lacey’s helpers hadn’t turned up, forcing Lacey to employ Everleigh and herself as servers at a dinner party held in the palatial Knight home.
Arriving early, Everleigh had been asked by one of the Knight matriarchs to fetch her cape from one of the guest bedrooms upstairs.
Of course, Everleigh had stepped into the wrong room, but once she was there, she had wasted precious moments inhaling the very male scent permeating from the space. The fragrance seemed to fill her up and aroused her curiosity.
She had nearly died from fright when the most magnificent man she had ever seen stepped out of the shower, nothing but a towel draped low on his hips.
Afraid to be discovered, especially since the upstairs was off limits to the catering staff, and she would have been caught if she had risked running out the door, Everleigh did the next best thing.
She dove into what she discovered was a linen closet. She didn’t risk closing the door completely in case the clicking sound gave her away, so she left it open a bit.
For the life of her, she would never know why she had reacted in the complete opposite way. She could have excused herself, explained herself, and been on her way, but no, she passed an exit and had gone straight into chaos territory.
What she saw changed her life.
Parker Knight was not only unbelievably gorgeous, but his body was also that of a god. Perfection. Streamlined male power in a most virile setting. She had been mesmerized by his tattoos. By the scar that ran down his side and had disappeared into the towel.
And every moment that passed and she hid in his linen closet became a moment too late to make herself known. So, she stayed and watched him drop the towel, slapping her hand over her mouth when her gaze fell onto his cock. Only as incredibly amazing as the rest of him.
She had never seen a penis in real life before. Work constraints and low dating prospects added to that, but at that moment she knew that no other man she set eyes on would ever compare to the man she had been spying on.
She watched him dress, every movement he made a symphony of muscular power. She held her breath as he shrugged into his black jacket, then with nothing more than his fingers through his thick dark hair, he left the room with her alone in it.
Everleigh had forgotten her name that night. It was also the night Parker Knight had started to haunt her dreams and fantasies.
She had stalked him from afar during the dinner party. Making sure never to step into his radar, but seeing him with his brothers and his aunts, his other guests had also told her something else about Parker Knight. Not only was he mesmerizing to look at, but there was also a subtle hint of danger about him. Instead of forcing her to be cautious, it only added to his allure.
Three years later she was married to him. She still didn’t know if life had decided to play a twisted joke on her, but he was her husband, in the flesh. And he was in nothing but a towel again and she had forgotten how to function like a normal human being.
She wracked her brain for the reason she had come into the room in the first place and failed. In the meantime, Parker, with all the swagger and confidence of a man who knew he owned the world, took a seat in a wide antique chair.
Her gaze drifted to his thighs where his towel slid open.
She took three hurried and laborious breaths when he flicked the towel and it parted, exposing him completely.
She should run. She should turn around and leave.
He took his cock into his hand and nothing in her life mattered more than her gaze tracing the strokes of his thick, long shaft.
Enthralled didn’t cover the myriad sensations blossoming inside her.
She licked her lips, dying to know what he would taste like. Her hands ached to feel them. Her pussy clenched and pulsed, imagining him penetrating her, feeling the utter beautiful pain as he stretched her virgin core to fit his immense size.
Her breaths matched his as he stroked harder, squeezing. Her nipples ached anew, and the clamps added a drumming need into her. The butt plug fitted her too snugly as if her wetness had made her pussy and her asshole swell with the same need.
Her eyes widened in unadulterated awe as the head of his cock glistened so much, that some of his pre-cum dripped on his hands.
