Tori was entirely taken aback, because she hadn’t thought that the hottest guy she’d ever seen would be interested in her, not really. They were chatting together, it was nice and friendly, but she’d believed they’d part ways within a few minutes. Now he wanted to get out of here. Code for something hot, hard, and sweaty between the sheets. With her.

Her nipples hardened, ready to party. Hell, yes! She wouldn’t normally have considered it with a guy she’d met at an office party, but she’d never seen him at the office. Besides, even if he was somehow related to Croft Advertising, he lived all the way over there, on the other side of the pond. And if there was anyone worth bending the rules for, this Adonis qualified.

Tori bit her lip, finding it hard to talk. She wasn’t generally that self-conscious, perfectly aware of what she looked like. She was pretty enough, even really pretty on a good day, when her hair behaved and she bothered properly applying makeup, rather than just slapping on some lipstick and calling it a day. She stayed fit, but her love of fast-food in general, and pizza in particular, ensured that she kept some curves. It worked for her, making her figure sexier than it would have been without the soft spots. Her mother had put the entire household under a strict diet in her teens, and she remembered how thin she’d been then. Hail to dairy and gluten.

So, yeah, it wasn’t the first time a guy hit on her. Still, she didn’t normally attract movie-star material. She gulped. Her pussy pulsed, and she could practically hear her clit sing the hallelujah chorus. He exuded raw sensuality, the kind that promised orgasms on tap.

The Brit, with his dark wavy hair, his hazel eyes, and his goddamned dimples, was hands down the sexiest man she’d come across in her life. There was a reason her friends, although they were paired with attractive, successful, and visibly loving companions, had all gushed over him. He was that guy. The one everyone looked at when he entered a room. And he wanted her. Possibly. Maybe.

“Or not. I won’t be offended if you’re taken. Or simply not interested.”

She shook her head, before he changed his mind.

“No, I-” she croaked. “I’m… interested.”

Bryant got closer to her, crowding her space. Goddamn hell, he even smelled good. “You’re sure, luv?”

Yep. She was milking her panties.

She nodded vigorously. “Very, very sure.”

After three years of abstinence, and, before that, all the Jimmies of the world, she goddamned deserved one night with a foreign sex symbol.

“Good.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close, not caring about the fact that she was going to combust right there. How could he even smell sexy? That shouldn’t be a thing. “We’d better get going before the whole office sees us.”

She didn’t have a reason to think that sounded strange. In a few weeks, she would know exactly what the jerk had meant.

The journey from the club hosting their office party to his place was pretty fuzzy in her mind.

She recalled vaguely thinking that she was quite safe, as her friends knew who she’d left with. They’d called him… Parker? Something like that. It didn’t matter. What mattered was his hands caressing her thighs, slowly pushing up her dress as she straddled him. The poor cabby was getting a show, but she couldn’t stop herself. She felt his dick harden under her, and her hips moved, grinding against him.

Parker groaned, his lips descending on her throat and sucking at it as she gasped.

“You taste like candy,” he breathed on her sensitive skin, his hand becoming bolder yet, entirely pushing her dress up to her waist, exposing her. “Your pussy is going to be so, so sweet. Can’t wait to eat it out.”

An unintelligible cry came out of her lips as two of his fingers pushed past her hot-pants, and plunged right into her soaked folds, curving inside her to tease her in the most maddening way.

“The cabbie…”

“Is enjoying the show,” he told her. “I bet he’s just as hard as me, sweetheart. How does that make you feel?”

She would have answered, if his fingertip hadn’t found a spot that made it physically impossible for her to think straight, let alone enunciate a complete sentence.

“He doesn’t know you, he’ll never see you again. You’re safe, sweet. Just enjoy this…”

His mouth wrapped around her earlobe and he nibbled at it. In a brief lucid interval, she noticed that while his mouth was doing all it possibly could to render her insane, it had yet to kiss hers. She turned her head to face him, looking right into those hazel eyes, before bringing her lips to his.

Parker froze. He had no issue fingering her in public, but a simple, chaste kiss made him look like he’d been tasered. He didn’t have to say a thing for her to realize that she’d pushed his boundaries; he didn’t kiss one-night stands. Oh, well. She didn’t generally fuck them in a car either. He could deal.

He must have come to the same conclusion because, with a hungry moan, he took her mouth, the hand he’d kept on her thigh grabbing her neck and pulling her closer. Parker bit her lip, before licking it better, and thrusting his tongue in her mouth, making her moan eagerly.

She felt him smile against her, before he removed his fingers from her hot center, and pulled her dress back in place.

“We’re here.”

“Here” was a tall, elegant building in TriBeCa; a large doorman let them in, an elegant and beautiful concierge in black greeted them as they entered.

“Good evening, Mr. Parker.”

“It certainly is, Lillie,” he replied politely, his smile making the poor girl lose balance. Not that Tori could blame her.

There was an elevator attendee, which was overkill, even for a posh building. “The roof is open to guests tonight, sir,” he informed him, and, if she wasn’t mistaken, Tori saw Parker shoot him a weird look. Almost like a warning.

“We’re just going up to my apartment.”

“Of course.”

The man keyed in a code, and tapped the button for the seventy-fourth floor.

“Just under the penthouse,” Tori noted.

“They don’t rent the penthouse here.”

She almost rolled her eyes. Of course. And if they had rented it, that’s where he would have stayed; he was that kind of guy. The kind who accepted nothing less than the very best.

As a rule, Tori couldn’t stand them, and although they’d gotten along alright for a few minutes back at the party, she knew he was the very opposite of what she was looking for in a guy. Kissing was unusual for him, but he was okay with humping in a cab. That said player like nothing else. Still, there were cobwebs in her vagina that seriously needed dusting and he’d do the job quite nicely. It really didn’t hurt that he lived in London, a world away. She’d never have to see him again after tonight.

The elevator opened up right inside the apartment, which explained why the guy had needed to let them in. She just had a second to notice that the place, bathed in the city lights, as he’d left his curtains open, was clinically organized - no jackets on any surface, no cups left unattended. Then Parker’s lips dropped on the nape of her neck, and he worked her zipper down her spine, letting her dress fall at her feet in a puddle of black silk.

“Step out of your dress, Tori.”

Her heart beating at full speed, she did just that.

Parker was right behind her, she could feel every hard inch of him burning her back.

“Bend over, darling.”

Her breathing hitched. Here? He wanted to take her here, in his entryway?

“I…”

“Don’t worry, I have no intention of fucking you right this second, luv. I just don’t think I can go much further without burying my head between those thighs and making you scream for me.”

Oh. Well, when he said it like that.

She bent over, grabbing her ankles to steady herself.

“God bless yoga,” he growled, and she chuckled with him.

But then, he knelt behind her, pushed her hot-pants aside, and, like he’d promised he would, ate her out like she was made of candy. She was done laughing after that.

Instead, she moaned, cried out, lost her balance a little, but his thick arms were holding her firmly in place, not letting her move away. Fuck. Now she understood why no one cared he wasn’t kissing their mouths; his talents with pussy lips more than made up for it.

“Arrrr-” she couldn’t control the embarrassing sounds coming out of her own mouth. All the while fucking her with his tongue, Parker kept on caressing her legs, almost tenderly.

She came after what felt like an eternity, her body just giving in.

Parker put her underwear back over her sensitive folds. She slowly got back to an upright position, feeling quite dizzy.

“Well done, luv. Couldn’t have been easy, staying up in those fuck-me shoes.”

She had to roll her eyes.

“I was basically born in Louboutin.”

Not quite accurate, but, as a girl with big feet, she’d soon realized that high heels were the way to go, and her mother had encouraged her taste.

“You may just be the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen, Tori Brown.”

She didn’t question why he knew her name. Her friends had mentioned it. She remembered him saying he wasn’t good at remembering people, but at the time, it didn’t bother her.

It would be two weeks before she connected all the dots.

“There,” Parker said, removing his shirt, and wrapping it over her shoulders. “We wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

Holy shit. Could the guy get any sexier? No. He probably couldn’t. Right?

Shirtless Parker was a sight. He had abs for days, a defined, yet lithe musculature, and, as if that wasn’t enough, he’d adorned his skin with tattoos; a full sleeve on the right, the left was more personal. A date, a flower, and a name: Drew. She bit her lip before asking who Drew was. That was most definitely not a one-night stand topic.

“I could put my dress back on,” she pointed out, all the while devouring his sculpted torso with her eyes.

“We wouldn’t want that, either,” he smirked.

She might have argued further, but, well, she also appreciated the view, so it seemed like a counterproductive endeavor.