Six

"What are you doing here?" I practically growl at a smirking Parker, who is currently leaning against the bar right beside me.

"I'm enjoying the luxuries of a club I pay good money to be a part of, Miss Pierce," he answers smoothly, trailing his eyes from my mini skirt to my knee-high boots before ordering a Johnny Walker Blue Label. The blush that spreads up to my cheeks has me suddenly wishing this wasn't a maskless event.

I shake my head at him, so annoyed that he's here. "I just figured an event like this was beneath you. It's not like you have a whole lot of personality to offer a woman in general, much less during a five-minute speed date."

He chuckles at that. "I can be very charming."

"Well, I've certainly never seen it." I roll my eyes and take a sip of my pinot noir.

"Yet you've let me eat your cunt. I must have done something right."

I almost sputter my wine all over the bar at his statement, but I recover quickly.

Refusing to let him have the upper hand, I snark back, "Don't flatter yourself so much. I was horny… Any stranger would have done." I love the way his eyes get stormier with every word, so I keep going. "Which is exactly why I'm here tonight…for a stranger."

When I turn to move away, he reaches out, grabbing my arm, pulling me to him until his lips touch my ear. "We will see about that, little brat."

My whole body shivers and my pussy pulses just thinking about the first time he called me that.

Stick your tongue out and open wide, little brat. I can't wait to fuck that smart mouth.

I twist free of his grasp as Cass, Sloan's bar manager, greets the crowd.

I wasn't horny when I arrived, but I sure am now.

So this speeddating thing is actually pretty fun. I haven't met anyone I've had undeniable chemistry with, but they have all been handsome and fun to talk to. Cass set up tonight's event with cards on the table that have preloaded questions. It's perfect because it takes the anxiety out of knowing what to say.

"Okay, next question…" my current date, Daniel, says as he flips over the card. "If you could take a red eye tonight, where would you take it?"

"That's easy! Either Paris to visit with my aunt or North Carolina to visit my best friend."

"I love that your response is about seeing loved ones. Most people would say something extravagant, like the Maldives."

"Well, I mean, Paris isn't too shabby, but thank you. I love my people."

He chuckles. "I agree I love Paris. My company partners with a business based there, so I go several times a year."

Honestly, he would so be Aunt Samantha's type, but that may be weird to tell him in the middle of our date.

Before I gush about my favorite places to eat in Paris, the timer goes off. Daniel picks my hand up, placing a soft kiss to the back of it, and I will my body to feel something.

And I do…but it's a set of grey eyes watching me as he moves to his next date. Little Miss Yellow Dress devours him when he sits down in front of her. Parker's eyes are still on me, and he raises his eyebrows suggestively from his table to mine. That's when I realize this is my last round of a reprieve.

"Hi, I'm George," my next date greets, sliding into the chair across from me. He's an attractive man, definitely a bit older, with a little salt and pepper in his well-trimmed beard. But there is something very familiar about him.

"Hi, I'm Ava." I give him a smile, and he studies me the same way I am him, trying to determine where we know each other from.

"Wait, Ava Pierce?" he asks, eyebrows pinched.

When he says my last name, it hits me. "Oh my gosh, Mr. Thomas."

He chuckles. "Yup, but please call me George here… Even though I feel quite strange sitting across from you at one of these events, but I know you are an adult now."

George is a business associate of my family. My father took him under his wing when he first got into investing, and now he's created his own empire.

Thank God for the NDA that is non-negotiable with the membership. My parents heard about Sloan opening this exclusive club, and I got to hear all about their thoughts on the matter. I definitely don't care for them to know I come here occasionally to get laid by a stranger.

"Please don't be worried about me seeing you here, Ava. I promise. How have you been?"

That's the weird thing, I'm not that concerned; I just don't want to be lectured about it. I gave up on worrying about being the perfect little socialite my parents wanted me to be many years ago and they know it. Even though they still try to tell me their thoughts about any and all things not Pierce approved.

"Thank you. I'm doing good. Staying busy with my own business now."

"That's great. What is it you do?" It still stings, but it's no surprise my parents haven't told their friends about my entrepreneurship.

"I have my own interior design company," I tell him, and since my parents won't brag for me, I decide to do it myself. "I designed this entire club with the owner's wishes in mind."

"Seriously? That's amazing, Ava. You did an incredible job. Why haven't I heard this news before?" he asks genuinely.

I give him a pointed look that says he knows exactly why, and he nods in understanding. I have to remind myself I did make it clear I didn't want my parents" help in this industry. Who knows if they were even truly willing to, but I refused to take anything from them to just have it held over my head.

I wanted to make my own way.

"Well, I typically wouldn't do this here, but since this is a different situation," he says, pulling out his wallet and sliding a card across the table, "call me this week. Let"s set up a meeting. I want to discuss some investment properties I have in the works."

The conversation turns to two of my favorite people in the whole world, my grandparents. And before I know it, the timer is going off again.

Giving George a hug, we promise to stay in touch. I feel Parker's hovering presence before I see him.

"George," Parker practically growls.

"Calm down, Mr. Cole, your time hasn't started yet," George says before kissing my cheek and moving on to his next date. It makes sense they would know each other. New York City may be a big place, but it can be small when it comes to business circles.

I sit back down, glaring at a brooding Parker, my defense mechanisms going up like armor.

"Why did he give you his card?" Parker asks as he sits across from me, arms crossed as he leans back in his seat.

"He may have some opportunities for me." I shrug. I don't owe any more of an explanation.

"Well, you're busy right now."

"Parker, seriously…it's none of your business, as usual. Now just draw a card and let's get these five minutes over with." I wave him along, over his confusing reactions.

He stares at me for a few seconds before slowly pulling a card. His tattooed hand has me wiggling in my seat. He may annoy the fuck out of me, but he's still the sexiest man I've ever seen in real life.

Parker reads the card, and a smirk takes over his face. "What is your number one fantasy?"

I gulp as visions of that night run through my head. Of course, my first sexual question of the event would be with Parker, of all people.

"Want me to answer for you?" Parker asks, still sporting that sly grin on his pretty face.

For some unknown reason, I want to hear what he thinks.

"Since you think you know me so well, please do." My tone is taunting as I lean forward on my elbow, resting my chin on my hand.

"I do know you, little brat," he whispers, and my pussy clenches. Parker continues in a hushed tone, leaning forward across the table. "I know you want me to call you that again with my cock so far in your throat you feel your airway cutting off. I know you want me to take you down that back hallway to a room and spank your ass until it"s red, making your tight pussy so wet I could slide right in and fuck you like the bratty slut you are."

My breath hitches and my nipples tingle under my lace bra. Fuck, that sounds good.

Parker drops the question card onto the table and reaches into his pocket. I glance down, noticing the question had nothing to do with my fantasy and everything to do with my favorite street food in the city. My stomach dips, knowing he intentionally went off script for me.

I look up at him as he slides the gold card across the table, and his eyes sear into mine. "Now spare me another boring five-minute session and let's go."

My body and mind fight with each other as he gets up and heads down the hall.

Don't give in to him.

But it will feel so fucking good.

No, he's an arrogant asshole.

Yeah, but you've never experienced pleasure like you had with him.

Body humming, heart racing, without any more hesitation, I push my seat out to stand.

Fuck it.

I walkinto the dimly lit room, letting the door close behind me. Parker sits in the lounge chair across the way. His suit jacket is gone, and the top two buttons of his black shirt are undone, showcasing his rose tattoo. He sits back so casually, whiskey in one hand with his other resting on the ankle he has crossed over his knee.

Sexual dominance practically drips off him.

Parker holds up his Rolex-covered wrist, flicking his hand in the air for me to stop. And just like the first night, I listen to his command.

"If you want to play, leave your defiance at the door."

I nod, having no issue doing that in this room. Not with him. As soon as I said fuck it, I understood what I was agreeing to and, for some odd reason, I trust him.

"Ava, I need your words. Tell me you understand."

I swallow roughly. Not from nerves, but from anticipation.

"I understand."

"Good girl… Now show me what you wore under that mini skirt for your stranger tonight."

Excitement thrums along every inch of my body as I slowly push my skirt down past my hips and let it drop to my feet, stepping out of it.

His eyes darken. "Turn around," he says, and I do, showing him my dark purple strappy thong.

"As sexy as those are, I want to see your sweet cunt. Lean forward and peel them off."

When I do, the groan he lets out has goosebumps littering my body. When he speaks again, his voice is even huskier this time. "Leave the boots on and look at me." When I spin around, I whimper at the sight of his cock in his hand.

"Fuck..." he growls. "Those long legs leading up to that tight pussy, I could come right now," he says, pulling on his perfectly thick cock. "You are so ready for me, I can see you glistening from here."

I flush as his eyes move up to my barely covered breasts. "Did you really think I was going to let anyone else here see you like this? Fuck that. Fuck them for even thinking about it." Parker's possessiveness turns me on way more than it should.

Slowly, he motions with his pointer finger for me to come closer. I walk until I am standing between his widespread legs, my eyes unable to look away from where he lazily strokes himself. "Take it off," he grunts, and I unfasten my bra, letting it fall from my body.

"There they are. As perfect as I remember." His gaze is darkened and full of a lust that drives me crazy with desire to feel his hands on me.

Parker reaches up, running two of his fingers over my lips. "Open," he commands, and his fingers enter my mouth. I swirl my tongue around them and suck, pretending it's his big dick instead. His eyes roll back and his cock twitches between us, just slightly brushing my inner thigh. My clit pulses, so needy for attention I can hardly stand it.

Removing his fingers from my mouth, he trails them leisurely down my neck, giving a gentle squeeze, and I moan.

"Don't worry, I'll give you something to choke on soon."

I bite my lip, trying to hide the smirk fighting its way onto my face from his words.

He continues his journey, trailing his fingers between the mounds of my breasts, gently over my belly button ring, and finally grazing right where I'm desperate for it. "Yesss…" I moan, jolting into his touch.

"Fuck, you are dripping," Parker says, running his fingers through my wetness and rubbing it into my clit.

"Please," I beg, and he withdraws his finger. He doesn't speak, pulling me to the side of his chair as I gasp. Wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, he shoves my face down on his cock. My breasts lay across his thigh and my ass is in the air as my body folds over the armrest.

"Now suck me like the good little brat you are," he growls.

My jaw stretches to take him all the way in. Flattening my tongue along the underside, I groan at the feel of the veins in his hard cock. Inch by inch, I take him a little more and more as I begin to suck.

He shoves the back of my head down farther, and I gag around him.

"Breathe through your nose."

I do as he commands, and he lets up only for a second before he does it again. Just like the first night, I feed off his desires and the unknown of how far he will take things.

I feel Parker's strong hand brush over my ass cheek before moving between my legs. He pushes two fingers into my pussy, and I hum loudly around his cock. "You want to be filled so bad, don't you, Ava?"

I nod eagerly, still sucking up and down. My mouth falls open around his long length when he starts to stroke that sweet spot deep inside over and over, the friction from my nipples rubbing against his slacks creating more sensitivity.

He continues in and out, using his thumb to rub the perfect pressure on my clit. Spit trails down my chin as I suck and swirl his length like it's my favorite treat. I am completely feral for his touch and the way he thrusts into my mouth at the same pace as his fingers in my pussy.

I'm so close to coming already. Threading his hand through my hair, he grabs a fistful and pushes me to the hilt again. "I want to feel your throat spasming around my cock and your pussy squeezing my fingers. You're gonna come for me, just like this."

I moan loudly, but it's muffled, moving my hips against his hand as I chase my orgasm.

"Yes, that's it, come for me."

Seconds later, I come so hard that I lose all my functional ability, screaming around him. His fingers fuck me through it, rubbing and thrusting just right, as his cock twitches against my tongue. I'm still sucking him as I come down from the high, panting as his touch slows.

Parker's grip on my hair, taking my mouth off his cock, brings my focus back. "Fuck, Av…it"s taking everything I have in me not to come down your throat," he says, pulling his fingers out of me.

I stare up at him in a haze, wanting more, more, more. As he drags his fingers, wet from my pussy, across his lips, the sight has my core pulsing. The aftershock of what those fingers just made me feel makes me shiver.

He closes his eyes, savoring the taste. "You may be a sour little brat, but you taste so fucking sweet."

His words thrill me. I thought I enjoyed pissing this man off, but there is nothing like being on the other end of his praises.

"Thank you, Sir," I say submissively, and by the way his nostrils flare, he's eating it up just as I knew he would.

"Take my shoes off," he demands, and I kneel in front of him, removing both of his Prada Oxfords. Parker stands to his full height as I stay on the ground. As he slowly unbuttons the rest of his shirt, I revel in every tattooed inch he exposes. Last time, he barely took his pants off before we fucked.

Wrapping his hand around my neck, he pulls me up to stand in front of him. "Get on all fours." He motions with his head to the bed beside us. I do as he says and peer over my shoulder, admiring every thick muscle in his body as he rolls the condom on his thick cock.

"Like what you see, Angel?" he teases, and the sweet name makes my heart stutter. His praise is fucking with my head more than he already does on a daily basis.

I bite my lip, nodding. I have spent way too many nights chasing the high I felt with him the last time we were here.

He slaps my ass with his cock. One. Two. Three times. I moan at the weight of it against me. Just when I think there is no way he could be any sexier, he holds his dick steady in his hand and a trail of spit falls from his mouth, getting himself wet. I whimper at the sight, and he enters me slowly. Making sure I feel every centimeter, he stretches me to fit him perfectly.

"So tight," he groans and pulls out, just leaving the tip for me to clench around before slamming into me. Again, and again. No one has ever fucked me as hard and as thoroughly as this man. His hands roam all over my body, worshiping me in a way I'd never tire of. Tweaking my nipples, up and down my spine, slapping my ass. I can feel him everywhere.

"It's so good… Too good," I groan, needing him to know.

His fingers dig into the top of my ass, pulling me back onto him with every stroke. "I'm going to come so fast, fuck."

Parker pulls out, and I'm pleading instantly. "Parker, don't stop, please."

"Flip over, I want to see your face when you come," he says, practically turning me over himself.

I push up on my elbows, wanting to see his cock as it disappears inside of me. I expect him to fuck me relentlessly, but instead, he shocks me. His hand finds the back of my head, pulling me up toward him, and his lips touch mine for the very first time.

I have thought so much about that night and how he seemed to intentionally not kiss me. I tried to act like it didn't bother me, but there is no doubt it did, especially when he pretended it never happened whenever I would see him.

But right now, as his lips devour mine, I honestly wish he'd maintained that rule. I already knew no one else would compare to him sexually, but this is something different. He is ingraining himself into me with every brush of his treasuring yet hungry lips. I have never felt this connected to someone as I do in this moment.

And when he breaks away, his cock still inside of me, I know he felt it too by the way he admires me, almost like he just saw something for the first time.

Thankfully, he breaks the spell, pounding into me. "I need you to come for me again. Fuck, I can't hold off much longer. You feel too good."

Making a dominant man like Parker so desperate has me feeling powerful and even more aroused. His moans, how he grips my hips tightly, the strength in his arms and chest as his muscles flex with each thrust, send me over the edge, and I claw at his chest as we both come.

I swear I hang in the clouds for a few minutes, somewhere between life and death, until my eyes open to his cock sliding out of me. Parker tosses the condom in the small trash can and flops down on the bed next to me, letting out a satisfied sigh.

"Thank you, Sir." I can't help but giggle from the smirk I see out of my peripheral.

"You'll never be able to call me that again without gaining my cock's attention."

"That's the point…Sir," I smart back, raising my eyebrows suggestively to him.

Our eyes meet for a few moments, and he gives me the most genuine smile I've ever seen grace his face. My stomach stirs with what feels like a million pigeons fighting over scraps in Central Park.

"Fuck, that was phenomenal." He breaks the silence.

"I don't think phenomenal even begins to describe it."

"I've been waiting on that for over a year and a half." Again, his slight admission sends my emotions in a tailspin, trying to navigate what he's saying without saying.

"Well, you know you didn't have to wait for me to show back up here." I've thought so many times about seeking him out at Masqued since that first night, but any time we were briefly around each other, I always got the notion he had no intentions of reliving our rendezvous.

Until recently.

"That reminds me of something I've been wondering. Why haven't you been here much, if at all, since then?" He raises his eyebrows as mine dip. "I mean, you obviously like sex, and it seems like you are still looking for something you haven't found, so why not?"

I ponder on that for a few beats, but I'm not sure I even really know the answer. "How do you know I haven't been here, Mr. Cole?"

He smirks. "I have my ways…or maybe it"s just an assumption."

I turn onto my side, trailing my fingertips up his arm. Parker watches the touch, and this time when his eyes meet mine, I see something new within his stare. An emotion I can't quite grasp.

"You know we could keep doing this… It doesn't have to be here, and it doesn't have to be anything serious."

I feel him stiffen under my fingertips. My words have him sitting up abruptly.

"We would keep it outside of work too, of course. I know how touchy you are about me taking my job seriously. Just a casual agreement, whenever we are both free," I rush out.

He runs his hands through his dark hair, still not saying anything, and I feel like such a stupid girl as I continue to try to keep his walls from completely going back up.

"Even if we just meet here… That way, neither of us is going to the other's home."

Parker holds up his hand. "Ava, stop, please."

"Seriously, what's the big deal?" I say, sitting up, just as he starts getting dressed.

My question has him whipping around. "The big deal is, we fuck two times…one of which was a year a half ago, and you are already asking me for more."

Any lingering euphoria is wiped away as he levels me with his stormy grey eyes. "And I don't do more, Ava." The grimace on his face tells me there is so much more going on here, but I'm fucking over his wishy-washy behavior. "I'm a one-and-done type of guy… Occasionally, when it"s good, I come back for seconds."

Parker pauses, staring at me for a few seconds, and then he's walking over and cupping my face, searing his lips to mine. For just a blink, I relish it, but then my brain course corrects, and I push him back with a shove, wiping my lips. My heart feels like it's in my throat.

He doesn't attempt to pull me closer, instead he practically growls his next words. "You tempt me every fucking day, so yeah, I needed seconds…but that's it."

Now I'm officially nauseous from this conversation. And pissed.

"Well, fuck you and your seconds, bossman," I say through gritted teeth, and then I do something I'll probably regret tomorrow.

I pick my clothes off the ground, clutch them to my chest, and waltz right out the door.

"Ava, put your fucking clothes on right now," he barks, and I flip him off. My feet carry me to the end of the hall without turning back. His heavy footsteps come shortly after, as he spits more demands at me, but I'm done following his rules tonight. I don't even hear a word he's saying as I focus on getting the hell out of here.

I punch in the code to the staff-only area, slamming the door before he gets there and finding my reprieve in Sloan's office. No one saw me doing the most embarrassing walk of shame I've ever committed, but you know what, it was worth it just to fuck with Parker Asshole Cole.