CHAPTER 30 | Parker
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His hands skim down my shoulders and across my arms, flattening me. He reaches my fingers and curls them around the table edge, squeezing them firmly. The order is clear: I’m to stay like this.
Why? I think. Why when I could touch him? When I could turn over, and—the realization hits me in a rush: he wants me like this so he can do what he wants. He already can. I’m on my tip-toes, bent over, pinned. My ass still stings from the open-handed slap and I want...more.
Aiden straightens, and there’s a whisper of fabric hitting the floor, the clink of his belt buckle opening.
He’s undressing, I think, p***y clenching. I’m desperate to look, but it’s so sexy waiting, listening, anticipating.
Then...nothing. I tremble. He’s so still. What is he thinking? What is
