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“This isn’t a discussion,” he tells me firmly, though his eyes are twinkling with amusement. “Get on the bed before I throw you on it.”
I can’t help my grin, and I throw my hands up in surrender, although I definitely wouldn’t be opposed to that kind of treatment from him. “All right, all right! I’ll get on the bed.”
Crossing the room, I climb up onto the bed and settle in the middle of it on my stomach.
I can hear Parker moving around the room before he sits on the edge of the bed beside me. I feel the mattress dip under his weight, and then, his hands are on my back, pressing gently into my skin. I let out a sigh that’s half-surprise, half-relief.
“Just relax,” he instructs, his fingertips starting to knead into my shoulders. He’s careful with his touch, attentive to my responses. In an instant, my body starts to turn into jelly beneath his hands.
He moves down to my lower back, smoothing out the knots in my muscles along the way. I moan quietly, a low rumble in the back of my throat that makes him chuckle.
“That good?”
“Better than good,” I mumble into the pillow. “Your hands are magical.”
He laughs softly again but doesn’t reply. His fingers continue their soothing dance along my muscles. The minutes blend together as his touch moves in rhythm with my shallow breaths. He ventures out from my back to knead at my stiff arms and neck muscles clenching with tension.
“Thought you were a contractor,” I murmur. “Not a masseur.”
“I’m full of surprises,” he counters smoothly.
“You are, indeed.” The more relaxed I feel, the more sensitive my body seems to become. His firm, delicious touch is causing warmth to bubble up inside me and spread throughout my body. I press my thighs together when I feel myself starting to get wet.
“You good?” he asks, his voice a low rumble.
“Yeah,” I breath. “I’m-I’m good…really good…”
“Good,” he murmurs, his voice close to my ear. His breath is warm and makes my skin tingle. He slows his movements, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my upper back, causing my body to hum in satisfaction.
My clothes suddenly feel too constrictive. I want his hands on my bare skin. Truth be told, I want more than that. Much, much more.
There’s a silence that falls between us, then. I can hear Parker’s steady breaths, his body hovering over my own. The intimacy of the moment is undeniable, making my heart pound in my chest.
Finally, he pulls away, and I let out a sigh, disappointed at the loss of contact.
“Turn over,” Parker orders softly, and I obey without question.
My eyes meet his as I turn over onto my back. His gaze is soft but intense, making me feel exposed under his scrutiny. He smiles before letting his hands wander lower, massaging my sides and abdomen.
He presses just hard enough to make me moan. He chuckles and shakes his head slightly. “You are way too responsive.”
I blush deeply under his gaze but don’t break eye contact. “It’s your fault.”
His grin widens. “Is it now?”
He continues working on my abdomen, making sure to avoid any overly sensitive areas but still sending waves of pleasure through me with every press of his hand. He’s teasing me. Tormenting me, really. I can tell by the glint in his eyes that he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“Parker…” My voice comes out husky and pleading.
“Yes?” he asks lazily, feigning innocence while continuing to tease me with his hands.
“You know what…” I breathe out heavily.
“Do I?” he queries again, but this time, there’s a change in his voice—there’s a flirtatious undertone that wasn’t there before.
I close my eyes, feeling a shiver run down my spine as Parker’s hands wander closer to the hem of my shirt. I bite my lip, silently willing him to continue.
“Can I...?” he begins, his voice hoarse as his fingers trace the hemline of my shirt.
