The Seduction of Alex Parker(52)

“Are you warm?” he asked as his tongue slid down over my breasts.

“Very.” I smiled as my fingers tangled in his hair.

Hooking his fingers into the side of my panties, he pulled them down and slid his tongue along my soaking wet opening, forcing me to have an orgasm. My body shook in delight as he grabbed hold of my hands and held them over my head.

“I enjoyed that.” He grinned.

“Me too.” I smiled as I stared into his beautiful brown eyes.

He rolled on his back and pulled me on top of him. “Ride me, baby.”

I moaned as I smashed my mouth into his and felt his hard cock at my opening. He thrust inside me and I gasped. Sitting up, I took him all the way in and slowly moved back and forth, circling my hips a few times and watching the expression of pleasure on his face. His hands groped my breasts and his fingers played with my hardened nipples. His low moans were getting louder, as were mine the faster I moved. His hips thrust up and he moved in and out of me at a rapid pace, causing me to ride the wave of another amazing orgasm.

“Fuck, baby. Go. Don’t stop. I’m so close,” he whimpered.

Riding him faster, his grip on my hips tightened as he strained and poured himself inside me.

My heart was racing at the speed of light and my breathing was rapid. He pulled me down on top of him, holding me tight while I buried my face into his neck. We lay there for a few moments in silence, trying to regain our normal breathing rate.

I lifted my head and kissed his lips. He smiled as he pushed my hair from my face. “You are amazing.”

“So are you. Not to ruin this beautiful moment, but I’m starving.”

He chuckled. “Me too.”

I climbed off of him and we went into the bathroom and took a shower together. The tub was really small, and it was difficult, but nonetheless, we made it work.

After having lunch, we did some shopping. We stumbled upon a small art gallery not too far from the cottage. Hanging on the wall was a portrait of the Bass Harbor Lighthouse.

“Is this the same painting your parents had?” Alex asked.

“No. It’s different. It’s so beautiful.” I ran my finger along it.

Alex called the sales lady over and told her he would like to purchase the painting.

“Really?” I asked excitedly.

“Of course, Emerson. We’re going to hang this in our house as a memory of the start of our future together as a couple.”

My heart melted when I heard him speak those words. I wrapped my arms around him and laid my head on his chest.

“Thank you, Alex. And you said you weren’t a romantic guy.”

“To be honest, I never was until you walked into my life.”

****

Alex

We were sitting on the plane, sprawled out on the couch with Emerson’s head on my lap. She was finally coming home where she belonged. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her. I loved her so much and I never wanted to be apart from her again.

“Emerson, there’s something I have to say.”

“What is it?” she asked as she looked up at me.

“Just because you’re coming home doesn’t mean you have to stop seeing the places on your map. I promise you that we’re going to go to all the places you have left. You’re never going to have to go alone again. I want to see everything you and Emily talked about. I want to explore the world with you.”

She gave me a small smile as she reached up and placed her hand on my cheek. “Thank you. That means so much to me, but if you noticed, the map is almost full of red circles.”

“Then how about we start our own map?”

“Really? Do you really mean that?” she asked in excitement.

“Yes. I really mean it. I would do anything for you.”

****

We were finally back in California and Phillip was waiting for us with the Bentley.

“Welcome back, Emerson. I hope you’re here to stay.”

“I am, Phillip, and thank you. It’s good to be home.”

Opening the door to the house, Parker came running to us.

“Oh my God! There’s my baby,” Emerson screeched as she bent down and Parker licked her face.

“Welcome home, Mr. Parker and Emerson.” Jenna smiled.

“You can call him Alex. You’ll confuse the dog if you call him Parker. Right?” She looked over at me.

“Right.” I slowly nodded my head. “You may call me Alex, Jenna.”

“Oh. Okay,” she spoke with a hint of fear in her voice.

I grabbed both of our bags and headed up the stairs, Emerson following behind. When we reached my bedroom, she stopped in the doorway.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Making sure it’s okay to step inside His Majesty’s quarters.”

I took in a deep breath and glared at her for a moment. With a smile on my face, I walked over to her, picked her up, and carried her inside the room.

“This is our quarters now, Your Highness.” I softly kissed her lips before setting her on the bed.

Parker ran into the bedroom and jumped on the bed, jumping all over Emerson.

“Do you like this bed, Parker?” she asked as she grabbed his face.

I stood there watching her play with the dog, and my heart melted. I knew she’d make a wonderful mother someday.