The Seduction of Alex Parker(50)

After holding each other for few moments, he rolled off of me and we both lay on our sides, facing each other as he ran his finger along my jaw.

“I love you,” he spoke in a soft tone.

“I love you, too, Alex. I wanted to tell you so badly but I was scared.”

“Scared of what, baby?”

“Scared of loving you because if something happened to you, I wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

He leaned over and kissed me. “Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’m always going to be with you.”

“Have you been taking your medication?”

He frowned. “Of course.”

“Have you been watching your salt intake?”

“Yes. I have, Miss Bossy Pants.” He smiled. “And I can’t believe you threw away the salt shakers.”

“I couldn’t take the chance.”

“I could have just gone to the store and bought more.”

“You wouldn’t have. You won’t go the store unless I drag you there.”

“True.” He kissed me again. “How about we get dressed, grab something to eat, and you can show me around Bass Harbor.”

“Sounds good, but first, I need just one more orgasm.”

He smirked. “You’re awful greedy, Miss James.” His hand brushed over my bare breast.

“It’s your fault, Mr. Parker. If you didn’t make me feel so good all the time, my body wouldn’t be craving you so much.”

His hand traveled from my breast, down my torso, and cupped me down below.

“Are you sure you only want one more?”

“For now, yes. But tonight, you better prepare yourself to make me come at least three more times.”

“It would be my pleasure.” He plunged a finger inside me and smashed his mouth against mine.





Chapter 35


Alex

“Wake up, sleepy head!”

Opening my eyes, I saw Emerson standing over me with a cup of coffee.

“What time is it?” I yawned.

“Six o’clock.”

“Six? Why are you up handing me coffee at six o’clock in the morning? We’re on vacation.”

“Because we have to be at the lobster boat at seven.” She smiled.

“Lobster boat? What are you talking about?” I sat up and took the coffee from her.

“We’re going to haul some traps out of the water.” She grinned. “It’s fun, and Rick and Devon will be waiting for us at seven. So come on, Parker. Get up and get dressed.”

I sighed. “Come here and give me a kiss first before we have a discussion.”

She rolled her eyes at me before leaning over and kissing me.

“First of all, Emerson, who are Rick and Devon?”

“They’re the lobster fishermen and my friends.”

“You haven’t been here that long. How many friends have you made?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. A few. Rick and Devon supply Mary with the lobsters. I was talking to Mary one day and they just brought in a shipment. I was curious, so they told me they’d show me how it’s done.”

“So while I was at home, pissing and moaning and missing the hell out of you, you were here trapping lobsters?”

“I never once stopped thinking about you. I had to keep busy while I was waiting for you to come or I would have gone crazy.”

“Okay, fair enough. Now, you can’t call me Parker anymore. That’s the dog’s name and if you call me that in front of him, he’ll get all confused.”

“Can I still call you Parker when he’s not around?” She grinned.

I set my coffee cup on the nightstand, grabbed her, and pinned her down on the bed.

“No. You cannot!” I smiled as I kissed her.

“Fine. Come on. Make sure you dress warm. It’s cold on that boat.”

“How cold? I didn’t pack anything warm. I didn’t expect it to be cold here.”

“Hmm. Okay, hurry up and throw some clothes on that sexy body. There’s a shop up the road that sells clothes. We’ll find you something there.”

“I’m sure they’re not open this early.”

“They open at five a.m.”

“Can I shower first?”

“I wouldn’t. You’ll get pretty stinky on that boat. Wait until we come back.”

“Great. Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked.

“Yes. You don’t?”

As I stared into her beautiful blue eyes, I saw nothing but excitement in them.

“Of course I do. I want to do anything you want to. It’ll be quite the experience. I’ve never been on a lobster boat before.”

I kissed her one last time, went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and threw on some clothes. When I walked out of the bedroom, Emerson gave me a weird look.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Don’t you have a pair of jeans?” she asked.

I looked down at my khakis. “No. Have you ever seen me in jeans?”

“No. But I think you should wear them.”

“I don’t like jeans.” I walked over to the pot and poured another cup of coffee.