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He’d yet to pull up his pants when I turned and bolted for the hallway. I was fast—I knew I was fast—but Parker was motivated.

I barely got his door open.

Parker caught me at the threshold, and his hands were everywhere. Somehow, we maneuvered into the room, and he kicked the door shut behind us, taking a second to lock it. My bag ended up somewhere by his desk, and his pants lost the battle with gravity.

He kicked them off, completely comfortable being naked in the lengthening shadows of dusk and yanked mine down before grabbing two handfuls of my ass. To my surprise, he lifted me, spinning to pin me against the wall. My back hit the plaster with a thud, and my drenched panties nearly incinerated. I wasn’t a small woman, but Parker had no problem holding me up.

I sent a quick prayer of thanks to the years of weight training football players endured. Most guys couldn’t handle my height, but Parker and I lined up perfectly. I locked my legs around his waist and moaned when he sucked on my throat.

“Don’t leave any marks,” I mumbled.

He made a rough sound of assent and moved lower. The tank top I wore didn’t offer much resistance to his mouth. In seconds, he’d shoved the material and my sport bra aside to expose my breasts.

I’d never been self-conscious about my body—I accepted small breasts and subtle curves in exchange for the power to play football—but I was intimidating to a lot of guys. They couldn’t dominate me, and I rarely surrendered.

Parker didn’t try to dominate—he worshipped me. He held me like he’d die if he stopped touching me, and I couldn’t get enough. We wriggled my shirt and bra off until the only thing between us was sweat and a scrap of cotton.

He shoved the material aside, fucking me with his fingers while his thumb applied pressure to my clit. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I hissed dirty nonsense at him. He withdrew to line up his cock at my entrance, then stopped.

“Protection?” he asked.

“IUD, and I’m clean.”

“Me too, but I have condoms…” He groaned as my hand closed around him again. “Bedside drawer.”

In any other circumstance, I wouldn’t take a guy’s word on his health, but I knew the extensive testing we went through with the team. And I trusted Parker.

“I don’t need them if you don’t.”

He raised his head to meet my eyes. “Are you sure?”

I stroked him. “Yes.”

Parker didn’t need to hear more. He plunged into me, nearly bottoming out, and we both gasped. Shivers chased themselves up my back as he started to move. He withdrew slowly and pushed forward again.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”

The leisurely pace didn’t last long. Hunger took over, and he gripped my thighs as he slammed into me.

He swiped his tongue across the sensitive bud of my nipple, then sucked it into his mouth. I whimpered at the sharp burst of pleasure. My heels dug into his ass as I lifted and dropped to meet his thrusts.

“That’s it, baby. Ride me until you come. I want to feel your sweet pussy squeezing my cock.” Parker whispered the words into my ear, sending me over the edge.

The orgasm came up on me fast, and all I could do was hold on during the free fall. My inner muscles clenched down hard, and Parker’s shoulders tensed as he buried himself inside me and held there.

“Fuck, Lorelai,” he breathed.

My legs were jelly. If he let me go, I’d slide to the floor in a puddle of happy goo.

Parker shook slightly as he carried me to the bed, but he managed to drop me somewhat gently on the mattress.

“Be right back.” He dropped a kiss on my forehead, then strode into the bathroom.

I rolled my head to watch him, but the rest of me was content to lay in a boneless heap. A few seconds later, he returned with a wet washcloth and cleaned me up. A sex god and a gentleman. Fuck, I’d have to marry him.

He tossed the washcloth back into the bathroom and pulled a clean shirt from his dresser, holding it out. “Here.”

I raised a brow. “I have my own clothes, and how do you still have use of your legs?”

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