They got off the lift and walked to their doors. “Thanks for tonight,” Dianna said, her voice soft. “Do you want to come in,” he said in a rush. “For a drink? I have some of that wine—” “Yes,” she said, crossing the hall to press herself against him. His hands tangled in her hair and he lowered his mouth to hers. As soon as their lips met, his awkwardness vanished. The Tupperware container holding her leftovers dug into his stomach as they tried to get closer to each other. He broke the kiss with a chuckle. “Maybe we should take this inside.” Dianna looked down at the leftovers. “I should put these away—” “I have a fridge,” he said, unlocking the door. She looked over her shoulder at her apartment once before turning back to him and smiling. “Okay,” she replied, following him into the dark flat. Jack flicked on a couple of lights but left the apartment as dim as he could. That was romantic, right? They had to have some light, so neither of
Jack came back from the bathroom and climbed into the bed beside Dianna, pulling her close and…snuggling. Jack hadn’t snuggled with a woman since Kara. He’d had sex in the intervening years but not much and not often, and there was never snuggling. He missed snuggling. Was that an unmanly thing to think? Did he care? No. He didn’t care. He wasn’t one of those people who dismissed the power of touch. How many times had he held his son close just because he needed the touch of another human being? Too many to count, and now that Riley was getting older, fewer and fewer. His kid was getting to the age where it wasn’t cool, not that it stopped Jack from hugging his son every chance he got, every chance Riley gave him consent. He didn’t want Riley growing up thinking needing a hug meant he was less than. Everyone needed a hug now and then or their version of a hug, whatever that may be. He also didn’t want Riley growing up thinking he had to give people things like hugs or other famil
She took a moment, her eyes wide, and then slowly did as he asked. Her fingers wrapped around the wooden top of his bedhead and then he shimmied lower, gently widening her legs so he could get his shoulders between her thighs. His fingers caressed the soft skin of her hips and up over her arse. God, he loved her arse. He squeezed and pulled her down toward him. She resisted him at first, but the moment his mouth made contact with her core, she softened, letting him guide her to where he wanted her. He licked her slit, the taste of her exploding over his tongue. He groaned involuntarily and licked her again, sliding his tongue through her folds and up around her clit. She shivered above him, her thighs quivering on either side of his head. He did it again and she moaned, her body chasing his tongue, pulsing against his mouth. He gripped her arse tighter with one hand while his other hand found its way to his cock and he squeezed to relieve the pressure. She was so fuckin
“Damage report.” Dianna hadn’t even opened her eyes yet, and she was scanning her body for pain. She was sore, but…it wasn’t the normal pain. Oh, the joint stiffness and twinge lower back and shoulder were barking, but there was also soreness between… Dianna’s eyes flew open. This wasn’t her room. This wasn’t her apartment. With a thick swallow, she gingerly turned her head to the side and saw him. He slept. The dragon slept. Eyes closed, lashes kissing the high cheekbones, his hair a mess on the pillow beside her. His naked chest moved with his deep, restful breaths. His bare skin ended where the sheet covered his narrow hips, leaving the tantalizing happy trail visible and leading her eyes down, down, down. She swallowed again, her mouth dry. Dianna knew what was beneath the sheet. Knew it intimately. She’d had her hands all over that body and in that hair. He’d had his hands all over her, and his mouth and his tongue and teeth and…she swallowed again, her mouth
With a grunt, Jack levered himself out of bed. He was a little tender in places, but it was a good tender, like the type you get after a satisfying workout. And fuck, it had been satisfying. Not satisfying enough that he didn’t want more, though. He didn’t bother to shower, just pulled on his clothes from last night and raked his hands through his hair to tame it. He rubbed his face and decided he should at least brush his teeth. No one liked morning breath, no matter what movies and books tried to tell him. Teeth brushed and minty fresh, Jack exited his apartment, crossed the hall, and tapped on Dianna’s door. She didn’t answer, but he could hear music from the other side, so he assumed she was home. He knocked again and when he still got no answer, he tried the door handle. It opened under his hand and he stood frozen for a moment. Her apartment was unlocked. His stomach clenched at the thought that anyone could walk in on her. The visceral reaction shocked him. He shouldn’t c
Dianna groaned at the familiar but unwanted pain as she pushed up from her desk. It had been a long fucking week. She didn’t know if it was pain from sitting in one spot for so long, the stress of her current project, the long hours, part of her pain cycle, the lack of sleep, or the pent-up sexual tension from seeing Jack nearly every night but not being able to touch him. It could be one, three, or every single one of the above reasons, or it could be a sign that her disorder was progressing. Her last doctor’s appointment had led her to believe that her disorder was being managed, even if her pain wasn’t always manageable, but that didn’t mean something hadn’t changed. Of course, thinking of the worst-case scenario wouldn’t help, but with the way she was feeling, it was hard to keep a positive outlook. Maybe she just needed another night of unbridled sex with her grumpy DILF next door. If only she could get him alone. Yes, they’d seen each other every day, but Riley was with him.
He pulled it off over the back of his head like all men seemed to be able to do and was unreasonably sexy. Then he pressed his bare skin against hers and they both groaned. Jack rocked his pelvis against the juncture of her thighs, his hard cock hitting her in all the right places. “I’ve missed you too,” she rasped. “Me or my dick?” he whispered in her ear. “Just your dick,” she replied with a laugh that turned into a moan when he bit her neck. “Just…jokes…I…missed…all…of…you,” she panted out as he continued to rock into her. Dianna was so worked up that she was pretty sure he could get her off just with dry humping, but that’s not what she wanted. She wanted him to fill her up. She wanted him deep inside her when she came. “In me,” she breathed, pushing at his sweatpants. “I need you in me.” They didn’t get the pants off all the way, just down enough not to impede progress. Jack found a condom somewhere and Dianna was not going to question where it came
Dianna repositioned the hot pack on her stomach and groaned. Why was it that whenever she got her period, she didn’t just get period pain, but her entire body flared? It didn’t seem fair. Plus, with all the drugs she was on for pain management, why did none of them touch period pain? She was absolutely convinced that if men had to suffer through cramps once a month, they would prioritize finding a cure within the year. “What’s wrong with you?” Dianna looked up into the face of her nemesis and couldn’t censor her sneer or the words that came out of her mouth. “I’ve got my period, Phil,” she snapped. He turned white, and a look of disgust crossed his face. “Do you have to do that…here?” “Oh, I’m sorry if the natural process of my body expelling its uterine lining is upsetting for you. Should I reschedule it to a time when it is more convenient for you?” “That’s disgusting.” “No, it’s the circle of life. Now do you have something business related to talk to me about or are
6 months later“Are you ready for this?” Anthony asked as they stood outside the courtroom. Talia nodded and gripped Parker’s hand. The judge had called them back in for the verdict on Mark’s trial and she couldn’t deny she was nervous. The weeks spent preparing for the trial and then sitting through the witness statements and being cross-examined by an aggressive defense attorney who made her out to be some sort of diva and ungrateful bitch who was somehow ripping off the father who had done everything for her had taken its toll. And the media beat-up was just as bad. However, not all the media had been on her father’s side. Talia had discovered she had far more supporters than she’d thought. Her fans—the true fans—had gathered in force to support her and she loved them for it. Not enough for her to consider going back into acting, but enough that going through the trial had been bearable. But if not for the constant and unwavering support of Parker, Talia didn’t think she woul
Parker rolled his eyes as he took her hand and stood. “Seal the deal?” “Isn’t that what you said earlier?” He shook his head, his grin still in place. “No, I said celebrate.” “Okay, good. Let’s do that then.” Parker grabbed her and lifted her up, making Talia squeal. He kissed her and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. Stumbling, he carried her to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed with a flourish, making her squeal again. “I feel like we need champagne and strawberries or something,” Parker said, standing with his hands on his hips as he looked around the room. “You mean like pouring champagne in my belly button and licking it out?” Talia asked, lifting her shirt to reveal her navel. Parker cocked an eyebrow. “Hmm…that’s something to think about for a later celebration,” he said. Talia pouted. Parker held up his hands. “I don’t have any champagne on hand,” he protested. “Then I’ll just have to
“You called Isaac,” Parker said when he walked into the apartment. Talia looked up at him and bit her lip. “I did,” she said. “But before you get mad, I didn’t say anything about what happened. And I did it because I knew you wouldn’t say anything to defend yourself.” Parker sighed. “I’m not mad,” he said, walking over to where she was seated, working on her miniature diorama. He leaned down and kissed her. “I’m grateful. Thank you. What you said to Isaac helped.” Talia grinned up at him. “So, they’re going to let you do the article?” Parker nodded. “They are.” “That’s so great,” Talia replied. “So it all worked out.” Parker pulled out a chair and sat down beside her. “Things have worked out for me, but what about you? What are your plans now? Without Mark controlling your every move, you can do anything you want.” Talia dropped her head and fidgeted with her fingers in her lap. “I don’t know what I want to do,” she said quietly. “I don’t think I wan
Talia pulled back from the kiss. “Don’t you think it was pretty selfish of me not to sacrifice myself for you?” she asked. “No,” he said, reaching up to tuck some hair behind her ear. “What you did wasn’t selfish, it was survival. There’s a difference. Me expecting you to sacrifice yourself for my job would have been selfish. Are you doing what you need to in order to survive? Not selfish. Not in the slightest.” “It feels selfish,” she mumbled, leaning her forehead against his. “I feel like I need to do something to make it up to you.” Parker cupped her face. “Talia,” he whispered. “This is not some quid pro quo thing. There will be times when you will save me. I have no doubt about it. That’s how relationships work. It’s swings and roundabouts. There is no big tally sheet in the sky and nobody is keeping score.” “I just don’t want you to feel resentful—” Parker cut off the rest of her sentence with a kiss. “How could I be resentful of the fact that I get to have you in my l
“She’s asleep,” Parker said, coming into the living room from his bedroom where Talia had finally succumbed to sleep. He slumped onto the couch beside Stephen and laid his head on his father’s shoulder. Anthony looked over at him from where he was sitting, going through some paperwork on his laptop, and Carter paced, not able to sit still. “I take it the article came out,” Parker said. “Yeah,” Carter replied with a sigh as he raked his hand through his hair. “It’s going to do us some damage,” Parker said. “Maybe,” Carter said with a shrug. “Maybe not.” Parker frowned at him. “What does that mean?” “It gets your name out there,” he replied. “It will drive people to your blog.” “Fucking hell, Carter,” Parker exploded, jumping to his feet. “Seriously? You think this is a good thing?” “I didn’t say that,” Carter replied. “I just said it wasn’t necessarily damaging to us.” “And what about Parker asked. “The article would have tanked that de
Anthony had filed a police report as soon as he arrived in the city. “Their hands are tied,” Anthony said with a sigh. “There is no evidence of force and as she recently hid from the public because of a scandal, we have nothing to say she isn’t doing it again because of the latest issue.” “But can’t they force her to at least speak with them? To check that she’s okay?” Parker asked. “As far as they’re concerned, she has just gone into hiding again,” Anthony reiterated. “Until we have something to say otherwise, they can’t do anything. This has the potential to be a high-profile case because of who she is, so if they make a big deal about it and it turns out to be something innocent, it might blow up in their faces.” “That’s bullshit,” Parker growled, pushing up from his seat to pace around the room. He hated that he was sitting there doing nothing while Talia was trapped in her father’s house. It was torture to know where she was and yet not be able to get to
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Talia said. After Mark’s big reveal the night before, Talia had been left to sleep off the effects of the sedative he’d given her. The fucking bastard. He’d locked her door so she couldn’t get out and the window was too far from the ground for her to escape that way. Not without breaking something, anyway. Which Talia wouldn’t have minded, except with the way she’d been feeling, the thing that got broken might very well be her head, and she was kind of attached to it being in one piece and remaining on her shoulders. So Mark had stalked her and Parker and then kidnapped her and drugged her and imprisoned her and he was under the impression that he was perfectly within his rights to do so. “I’m doing this for you,” Mark said. “Your mental health is at stake here.” “The only threat to my mental health is your arsehole behavior,” Talia snapped. They were sitting in the sunny kitchen at the table and Mark was trying to pretend that it
Carter clicked his fingers. “The original photos, the ones that were taken when you took her out to look at the miniature street art.” Carter turned to Parker. “You were in some of those photos. Your face was blurred, but that could have been done after the fact.” “So he’s been following me?” Parker asked. “You and Carter. Both would be my guess,” Jack said. “So he’s been following us, but how did he know I was sending a car to pick her up?” Parker asked. “Have you noticed anyone following you?” Carter asked. Parker shook his head and then paused. “What?” Carter asked. “What’s that look?” “It’s probably nothing,” Parker said. “Just say it,” Carter said. “I was speaking to Talia just before I went into the meeting he said. “When I hung up from the call, I bumped into a guy…you don’t think…nah. It can’t be. This isn’t some espionage movie.” “Could he have overheard your conversation?” Jack asked, leaning back in his chair and looking up
Parker was on a high. By all accounts, Atticus was on board with his proposal. Isaac just wanted to check in with the rest of the band before giving him a definitive answer. That was fine with Parker. Things would go much more smoothly if everyone was in agreement. The last thing he wanted was a hostile environment and if any of the members had misgivings about the proposal, then he would walk away. It would hurt, but he would do it. For this to work—for everyone involved—there had to be open communication and a willingness to participate. Without that, Parker may as well give up now. He climbed into his car, cursing the parking ticket and flapping on his windscreen. Getting out again, he grabbed it from under the windscreen wiper and shoved it into his glove compartment. The Playbook could pay for that. It was the price of doing business, after all. He turned the music up loud as he navigated through the heavy traffic toward his apartment building. He couldn’t wait to tell Ta