“What?”

She kept her eyes closed because if she didn’t look at him, he couldn’t turn her upside down.

Then she felt his warm, large hand along her jaw. “Look at me.”

She grimaced because her body had a serious problem with ignoring a command from him, but she opened her eyes.

“I know,” he said, and flashed her the sexiest of all his smiles. Holding her gaze, he went for his fifth muffin, breaking it in half to share with Oreo, who was sitting on Parker’s foot.

Both man and dog ate with pleasure, Oreo nudging Parker’s hand with his nose for more.

“You know?” Zoe repeated.

“Yep.” Parker licked crumbs off his thumb and then sucked his forefinger into his mouth to get that one clean, too.

The sound made her nipples hard.

Damn misbehaving nipples!

“How did you know?” she demanded.

He shrugged his broad shoulders and captured the naughty gray kitten before she could tumble headfirst into Oreo’s empty bowl.

“Parker.”

He glanced up at Zoe. “When you say my name like that, I want to make you say it again. While I’m inside you.”

Her legs quivered, but she put her hands on her hips.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “I think it’s the ’tude combined with the tone. And the way you’re dressed, too. Like you’re a pissed-off teacher. Want to play teacher and deviant principal?”

“No!” she said indignantly, for women everywhere, even as a part of her—a shockingly big part—wanted to say YES!

He was watching her face and laughed. “You’re a pretty liar, Zoe. Maybe I should be the teacher and you the naughty student.”

She felt ground zero twitch and get damp at the thought. “Both of those things put you in charge,” she noted.

“Yeah. So?”

“So maybe I want to be in charge,” she said.

His eyes darkened. “Say the word.”

She took a big step back. Damn, she should know better than to play with him. “We just did it,” she said with a low laugh. “On the counter! And then like a hundred times last night! Aren’t you tired?”

With another laugh, he hauled her into him and nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. “You smell so fuckin’ good,” he murmured. “Like blueberry muffins. I want to eat you up.”

“I have to go.”

With a sigh, he released her. “Be safe today.”

She met his gaze. “I will if you will.”

Zoe ended up with an unscheduled late flight. By the time she got home, it was past midnight. Parker wasn’t there. She checked.

Or rather, her hormones checked.

She fell into bed after setting her alarm, which went off what felt like only a few minutes later. She showered in a bit of a fog and hit the kitchen, desperate for caffeine.

Parker was there with the kittens and Oreo, looking like he belonged in her life, the four of them having a breakfast party. His sharp eyes met hers and he wordlessly got up and poured her some coffee.

“Thanks,” she said gratefully, refraining from mentioning how good he looked in her life—oops, her kitchen.

Her heart hitched, a little warning that she was in over her head. Big-time. She ignored it and when Parker pulled her in, she wrapped herself up in him willingly.

He held her for a moment, his arms comforting and warm. She wasn’t exactly sure when the embrace changed, heating up, but she welcomed it, clutching at him as his mouth forged a hot path along her jaw and down her throat.

With a helpless moan, her head fell back to give him more room and she clutched at him. “This can’t happen right now,” she said weakly. “I’ve only got ten minutes to get out of here.”

“Ten minutes works for me.” His hands ran along her hips, down her thighs, and back up again, beneath her skirt to cup her ass.

“It doesn’t work for me,” she managed to say. “I need at least twenty.”

“Hmm,” he murmured, kissing his way down her throat like a man on a mission. “A challenge.” He flashed his badass grin and slid her blazer off her shoulders, laying it across the back of a chair. “Accepted.”

“No, I didn’t mean—”

Her cami was no match for him. In two seconds he’d nudged the straps off her shoulders and down her arms, where he left them so that her hands were bound at her sides. “Um—”

Her bra, a front clasp, came undone with a flick of his wrist and her breasts spilled into his hands.

He let out a low, appreciative breath and bent his head, using his tongue to flick one nipple, and then the other before pulling it into his mouth and sucking hard.

Her knees wobbled and he picked her up, setting her down on the kitchen table between his laptop and her coffee and some flight files she’d planned to go over. “The computer—” she whispered. “My files—”

“They’ll be fine if you stay still. Can you stay still, Zoe?” he asked between nibbles, and when she didn’t answer, he gently closed his teeth around a nipple.

“I don’t know,” she managed. Panting now, she spread her legs and wrapped them around him, pulling him in close, needing him right up against her. Her coffee nearly sloshed but he caught it, steadied it, all without taking his eyes off her.

“Hold still,” he reminded her.

She had no idea what it was about his soft commands that turned her on so much, but there was no denying that she was very, very turned on.

Her skirt was snug and a stretchy material that Parker had no trouble sliding up to her hips. He took in her plain black bikini panties and smiled. “I like.”

“You like everything.”

He chuckled but his eyes stayed hot as he leaned her back on the table, dropping kisses across her shoulders, her breasts, her belly. “You always taste so good,” he whispered against her hip now.

“Parker . . .” Freeing her arms of the cami’s straps with some arm flapping, she reached down and entangled her fingers into his hair.

He lifted his head, eyes glittering. “I’m starving for you, Zoe.”

“First of all, that can’t be true,” she said. “I can see you finished off the muffins. And also it’s been less than twelve hours since we did this.”

“I always save room for dessert, and it feels a lot longer than twelve hours.” He had his fingers spread wide on her legs, his thumbs brushing over the heated skin of her inner thighs, moving higher and higher with each stroke.

“Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you?” he asked, his voice so low as to be nearly inaudible.

With each brush of those callused pads of his thumbs she whimpered and writhed and rocked her hips up for the touch that wouldn’t come. Did she want to know what he was going to do to her? Hell yes. She desperately wanted to know, but she couldn’t formulate a word.

“Still, Zoe,” he warned, and then went on with his story. “First,” he said, “I’m going to make you come with my mouth. Lift up.”

When she did, he slowly pulled her panties down her legs, letting out a low, sexy growl at what he’d exposed.

“Then I’m going to bury myself in deep,” he said, “until you want to rock into me and thrash around, maybe try to claim the control for yourself.”