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open and letting me walk in first.   The entrance is dark, and the only thing I can make out is a closet and the opening into his living room.
    “Would you like something to drink?   Water?   Wine?”
    I’m not really in the mood to talk.   I didn’t come here to talk.
    I shake my head in response as he reaches around me.   Before I can even think about what I’m doing, I push hard on his chest, shoving him against the opposite wall so he bangs into the double doors.   His eyes widen in surprise with the sudden impact.   Before I let him open his mouth to protest, I pull on his tie, roughly jerking his face close to mine.   I stand there for a second, taking in his scent.   It feels good to be in charge.
    He stands there, looking at my mouth, and I can’t help but smile.   He doesn’t make a move.   He’s waiting on me.
    And I like it.
    I bring my lips up to his so that they are just barely touching and I can feel his breath on my lips.   Slowly, my tongue traces his lips.   He lets out a loud groan while grabbing my neck to pull me closer.   He doesn’t try to stick his tongue in my mouth, or move his hands.   Instead, he kisses me gently before grabbing my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth.   I keep one hand on his tie, the other resting on his chest, and allow him to suck on my lip, tasting me before I bring both hands to his waist.
    I know there is no going back once his tongue pushes through my lips, forcing my mouth open.   I meet his tongue with my own, savoring the mint and beer taste that is still present.
    His hands move to my thighs, gripping me tightly and then lifting me as he steps away from the wall.   I oblige, helping him by wrapping my legs securely around his waist, never breaking our kiss.   His hands support me by clutching my ass.
    Bringing my hands around his neck, I deepen the kiss.   It’s a strong, passionate kiss.   I can feel my lips swelling with each passing second.
    He carries me away and I can feel him lift a leg, kicking something, then move again at the sound of a door slamming behind us.
    The door!   Shit, I forgot about that!
    Parker doesn’t break our kiss while he carries me through his place, rounding corners and weaving around furniture.   He stops and turns, lowering us down onto the couch, keeping us attached.   Lifting my dress up to my waist, exposing my bare legs, I straddle his lap, bringing my hands behind his neck to grab his hair.   Pulling gently, tilting his head back, I bring our mouths together.   I can’t get enough of his mouth.
    All I can think about is his mouth on other parts of my body.
    I don’t know what’s come over me, but I don’t want it to stop.   Ever.
    Parker picks up the kiss forcefully, nipping at my lips while his hands keep squeezing my thighs tightly.   He pulls me closer to him and a small gasp escapes my mouth at the feel of the hard bulge resting between my legs.
    I begin to loosen his tie more and unbutton his shirt, pushing it down over his broad shoulders as he trails kisses down my neck.   Turning my head, I allow him more access, giving him permission to continue.
    “You ...”   Kiss.   “Are ...”   Kiss .   “So ...”   Kiss. “Sexy ...”   Kiss.
    Without warning, I’m flipped onto my back so that I’m lying flat against his couch.   I bring my hands up to my hair, pushing it out of my face so I can watch his every move.
    Parker pulls the top of my dress down, reaching behind me with one hand to unclasp my bra.   Almost ripping it off, he throws it aside.   As he brings his mouth down to cover my nipple, I bring my hands up to his head, tugging his hair.
    He begins to suck harder on my nipple as he pulls my dress up further so that it’s high above my waist.   His finger lightly brushes the smooth fabric that is still in place between the two of us.   I know he can feel how wet I am; how much I want this.
    I wrap my legs around his hips, hooking us together.   Parker releases