A Beautiful Lie (Playing with Fire #1)(73)

The door behind her was unlocked and Garrett pushed it open using her body as leverage.

His hands found their way under her dress and grabbed onto her to pull her closer to his body as he walked, his fingers squeezing the bare flesh as he moved.

When they were inside the room, Garrett kicked the door closed behind him and swung Parker around, her back smacking into the wall beside the door, forcing a picture hanging on the wall to crash to the floor.

Garrett should have stopped to apologize; he didn't want to hurt her. But right now, with her long legs wrapped around him and the heat between her thighs pressing against him, he lost all control.

He tore his mouth away from hers and kissed and sucked his way down her neck, running his tongue over the swell of her breasts that peaked out of the V-neckline of her dress.

Parker's hands flew to the back of his head to hold him in place as she arched her back and let her head thump against the wall.

Garrett pulled his mouth away from her breasts and used his hips to anchor Parker to the wall so he could remove his hands from her. He brought them around to the front of her body and grabbed the edges at the opening of her dress and yanked it open. Her smooth, creamy skin was completely exposed save for a black satin strapless bra and a minuscule black satin thong.

Parker's dress lay open, hanging off of her arms while she breathed heavily and watched Garrett's eyes darken as they raked over her body. No one was listening, no one was watching, the need in his eyes was for her and her alone.

Garrett wrapped an arm around her back and took the palm of his other hand and laid it flat against her collarbone. He slid his hand down the front of her body, looking into her eyes as the heel of his hand slid between her legs and pushed against her.

"Say it," Garrett growled as he moved his hand back up her body, pulling the cups of her bra down until both of her breasts were exposed.

He circled the tips of his fingers around her nipple, teasing her until it pebbled under his touch.

"Tell me no one makes you feel like this," Garrett demanded as he took both of her breasts in the palms of his hands, cupping them and kneading them, pushing his hardness into her center, pinning her against the wall.

"Fuck! Only you," Parker moaned as she grabbed the front of Garrett's button-down shirt and did her own yanking. The buttons of his shirt flew in every direction as Garrett wrapped one arm around Parker, pulled her against him, and turned away from the wall, moving over to the table as she pushed his shirt down his arms. He tore the dress and her bra the rest of the way off of her.

With one arm holding Parker's almost-naked body against him, he used his other arm to shove everything off of the table.

Papers, phone books, Parker's laptop, and a vase of flowers crashed to the floor as Garrett set Parker down on the table.

The position put Garrett's hardness, hidden behind the cotton of his dress pants, right up against Parker's core.

She reached for his belt as he reached for her. Parker let her legs slide down his hips and hang off the edge of the table while he attacked her mouth again. She fumbled with his belt while he swirled his tongue through her mouth.

Parker unfastened his pants and pushed them and his boxer briefs down on his thighs as far as she could reach.

She wrapped her hand around the back of Garrett's neck and pulled him with her as she leaned back on one arm, raised her legs, and used her feet to push everything the rest of the way down his legs.

Garrett tore his mouth away from Parker’s and clutched onto the elastic band of the pathetic excuse of underwear that rested on her hips. With a tug and a tear, her thong was ripped off of her body and tossed to the side. He palmed his cock and quickly brought it to her entrance.

"Say it again," Garrett demanded as he dragged the head through her, soaking himself with her wetness before stopping right at her heat.

Parker didn't hesitate to give him what he wanted. She needed him inside her so much she couldn't breathe.

"You, only you," she told him, pulling his forehead down to rest against hers.

Parker's words shot right through Garrett. He pushed into her in one quick, hard motion, burying himself inside her as deep as he could go.

Parker shouted his name and Garrett swallowed her cries with his mouth.

His hands flew to her hips and gripped them tightly as he held his body still, pulsing with the sensations of being inside her.

He couldn't think, all he could do was feel. Feel how tight and warm she was wrapped around him. Feel how perfectly he fit inside her. His heart thumped with the realization that after years of dreaming, of watching, wanting, and hoping, he was finally exactly where he had always longed to be. A wave of guilt washed through him when he remembered what had spurred all of this on. Betrayal and anger, shock and confusion. All at the hands of someone who he thought was his best friend.

Parker held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut, letting her body adjust to Garrett. It had been so long since her body had felt this, had craved this. He was taking her, controlling her, and he needed her so much he let all of his reservations go. No one had ever desired her that much. She’d been made love to in beds and under the cover of blankets. She’d never had sex on a table because a man had to have her right at that moment. The fact that it was Garrett doing the taking made her heart and body soar. Parker felt every solid inch of him inside her, and it made her pulse around him with the need for more.