The others stood and slowly left. The women gave Talia comforting hugs and Parker small smiles. As they left, the guys waved to Talia and patted him on the back, except for Finn. He wasn’t worried. He understood why Finn was pissed. They would work it out, but neither of them was in any frame of mind to discuss it any more tonight. Carter was the last to leave. He said nothing, just gave them both a long look before disappearing out the door. Parker closed the door with an exhale and leaned against it, wincing when his back came into contact with the dartboard.Talia watched Parker as he moved around the apartment, cleaning up after the hoard had left. She didn’t know what to make of him. There was definitely an attraction between them, but he was a guy and wasn’t it true that guys could get hot for just about anyone? But his being attracted to her didn’t explain why he would try to protect her and stand up for her to his friends. Who was she to him? Just Carter’s annoying l
This was bullshit. “Stop,” Talia said. “Talia,” Parker said, a note of pleading in his voice. He’d stopped in front of his bedroom door, across from where he’d left Talia standing, but he hadn’t turned around. Talia crossed the room and grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around to face her. “You can’t just kiss me like that and then walk away,” she said, searching his eyes. Parker closed his eyes for a moment, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. His chest rose and fell with rough breaths, and there was a distinct bulge in his jeans. Talia stepped closer to him, pressing her body against his. He stepped back, and she followed him until he was pressed up against the door to his bedroom. He opened his eyes and glared at her. “We can’t do this,” he said. “Why the fuck not?” she asked softly, leaning into him. “We’re both adults and we both want it.” Parker sucked in a breath, his green eyes going dark as he took her in. When she presse
This was nothing like the teenage fantasies he’d had about Talia Jane, but he’d noticed over the last few weeks that Talia wasn’t anything like he thought she’d be. Instead of easing his dirty thoughts about her, it had only made them dirtier and hotter. He liked her snark. He liked her pissed-off attitude even more than he’d liked the girl-next-door image as a horny teenage boy. His hands reached for her breasts, even as his mouth continued to feast on her pussy. Her breasts were soft and plump in his hands, the tips hard. He molded them in his palms before tweaking her nipples. She bucked against his mouth and moaned. He did it again, this time slipping his tongue into her entrance. Natalie cried out, her core spasming around his tongue. He groaned, letting the vibrations rumble against her sex as he pinched her nipples once again. The fingers on one hand pulled at his hair while her other hand, still between her legs, circled her clit as he fucked her with his tongue.
Talia checked the time. Parker should be home any minute. She adjusted the t-shirt she was wearing, stretching the neckline even more so that it slipped off her shoulder. She wasn’t wearing a bra—and god, didn’t that feel good—and the short, stretchy pants she wore showed off every single inch of her legs. It had been a week of psychological warfare. Parker pretended not to be attracted to her while she tried to provoke him into making a move. She could probably strip off entirely and lie naked on the couch, but it was more fun torturing him slowly. It was kind of like foreplay. Did she go to bed at night so wound up that her vibrator had been getting a regular workout? Yes. But she was pretty sure Parker was suffering just as much. He seemed to have an awful lot of showers. Talia grinned. It was almost as fun as actually having sex with She still relived those scenes in her head repeatedly. The way his fingers felt inside her, and on her. His k
“Fuck you, Carter,” Talia said. “The movie was a piece of shit and it wasn’t just one, but three. Not to mention the fact he wanted me to play another eighteen-year-old bimbo. Seriously, why can’t men see women as anything other than an airhead? I’m nearly thirty and he’s trying to prolong this infantile image of me. It’s sick. I’m not supposed to grow up? Fuck, they tape my breasts down and I have to stick to this crazy diet, so I look like I haven’t even reached puberty yet. You think that’s normal? Besides, shouldn’t I get a say in what movies I do, or if I even want to act anymore?” “You want to retire?” Carter asked. “I don’t know. Acting was never something I chose, it was chosen for me and I just kept doing it because it made everyone else happy. It’s been a lifetime and I haven’t had a decent break, ever. I just thought it was about time I made some decisions about my own life instead of letting everyone else make them for me.” “Does Dad know you want to walk away from i
Talia insisted on lying down in the backseat of Parker’s BMW and covering herself with a blanket. He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue with her. If that’s what it took to make herself feel safe, then he would just roll with it. He was a little concerned about her being cramped back there. His car wasn’t exactly built for having someone ride in the backseat. “We’re out of the city now,” he said to her over his shoulder. “You can sit up now.” She drew the blanket off her head and craned her neck to look around. “Do you want me to pull over so you can move up to the front?” “Nah,” she said, kicking the blanket away and then crawling between the front seats to get into the passenger seat. Parker gripped the steering wheel and kept his eyes focused on the road so he wouldn’t be distracted by her. It was so easy to get distracted by her. She had been purposely driving him to distraction this past week, and he was moments away from giving in and burying his face betwe
Parker shook his head, but he was smiling as he followed them into the house. Stephen was the more physically affectionate of his parents, and knowing Talia’s situation would have put all his nurturing instincts on high alert. Parker just hoped it wasn’t too overwhelming for Talia. “You can call me Stephen,” his dad was saying as he led Talia into the large kitchen and got her situated on a stool at the breakfast bar. “Anthony will be out in a moment. He’s just on a business call. Now, what can I get you? Tea? Coffee? Cold water? Gin?” “Da,” Parker admonished, but Talia was grinning. “As much as I would love a gin, I’ll settle for a tea.” “How do you have it?” “Milk and two,” Talia replied as Parker slid onto a stool beside her. “Can I have one too?” Parker asked. “There’s iced tea in the fridge,” Stephen said, not turning around. Parker sighed but got up to get himself a glass of iced tea. Stephen was in host mode, and he would ignore Parker for the foreseeable future
Stephen talked them into staying the night. Neither Parker nor Talia had to be back in the city for anything the following day, so it was hard to say no. Talia had been in with Anthony for a long time, and it would have been dark by the time they got home. It was a weak excuse, but Parker was happy to give in to Stephen’s reasoning. Talia looked like she needed some time away from the city and all the issues that were waiting for them when they got back. She was quiet through dinner, although she was still polite and answered questions and complimented Stephen on his cooking. The usual Talia snark was absent and her sparkle had dimmed. Parker didn’t know what she had spoken about with Anthony—well, he knew the general gist of it all, but not the details—but whatever it was, it had affected her. Stephen had put them in the guest rooms on the west side of the house. There was a sitting room that connected the two rooms and effectively separated them from the rest of the h