Chapters (34)
- Title Page
- Table of Contents
- Playlist
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- Also by Q.B. Tyler
- About the Author
He nods in understanding and I get out of his lap and turn off the still running water before I finish brushing my teeth.
When I’m finished, I hand him his toothbrush with a wicked grin, I say, “Can you give me a ride?”
He raises an eyebrow before snatching it out of my hand and slapping my behind as I leave the bathroom. “Tease,” he grunts.
Nearly eight hours later, I’m in New York sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic as I make my way to New York Presbyterian Hospital where Parker has been admitted. I’ve talked to two of his co-workers, his mother and his Doctor and now I have somewhat of a clear story as to what happened. Parker and two of his associates were on their way back to their hotel in their private car when another vehicle ran through an intersection and slammed into the side of their car going almost sixty miles per hour. Parker was sitting on the side where the car made contact and thus suffered most of the injuries but all four of them, including the driver, were expected to make full recoveries.
“Then bring your sexy little ass home tonight.” One of the reasons I’m not too opposed to sitting in this traffic is because it gives me time to talk to Jacob. “I didn’t get a chance to reunite with it properly.”
I ignore the first part of his comment, because he and I both know that I can’t hop a plane and come back home tonight after spending half the day traveling. I trap my index finger between my teeth and bite down gently. “Oh?”
“Don’t act coy, Whitney. Like you don’t love anal.” His voice is low and that one word vibrates throughout my whole body. “Like you’re not ready to come the second I get my dick in that tight hole.” I’m vaguely aware of the cab driver as I close the partition so he’s not alerted that I’m breathing like I just ran a marathon.
“I do love it.” Chalk it up to doing it for the first time with the man you trust most in the world. The man who also took your virginity and did anything sexual with. Despite the horror stories, I found it not so painful and actually a little enjoyable after a few times. After a month or two, it was an orgasm I craved. A full body high that was incomparable to anything I’d ever felt.