Tempting Mr. Parker: Book Two
Cat & Mouse Games
Gia Blue
Published: April 2012
Published by Summerhouse Publishing. Copyright, Gia Blue. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.
This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
Editor: Will Belegon | Cover Artist: Gia Blue
THURSDAY
Mr. Joseph Parker is my daddy’s best friend, a special commando army man and manly as a man can be. Tall. Muscular. Tan. And he’s been trained to kill in a hundred different ways. Hell, for all I know, he could kill a man with a toothpick. He’s a real live GI Joe. He is also gentle as a kitty at heart. We’ve been secretly seeing each other for a couple of months, and I have firsthand knowledge of his tender ways.
By Hollywood standards, he wouldn’t be classified as handsome or hot, but he’s got these enormous, brown, soul-melting eyes fanned by lush, long lashes that get me every time I see him… or when I drool over his pictures like a horn dog. Masculinity oozes from his pores. If he was a wolf, Mr. Parker would be the Alpha in the pack, though with a quiet and reserved demeanor. He’s a study in contrasts, an enigma.
He’s also got a massive cock and knows damn well how to use his monster piece of flesh.
And he does use it. Often. Each time he comes to Rhode Island (I’m a sophomore at Brown), we get together and destroy the sheets.
Every time I think back on our sweaty, primal, brutal fucking my body quivers with lust. Damn.
Mr. Parker is my parents’ neighbor and lives three doors down from our house. Half the time, he’s overseas on some super-secret mission. The rest of his time, before we began seeing each other, had been spent doing projects around the house or hanging out with my dad.
But now that we’re doing the whole boyfriend-girlfriend “fuck me harder” thing, he comes to Rhode Island the second his feet reach U.S. soil.
Oh, he doesn’t show up at my dorm or anything. He sends me a bouquet of long-stemmed red roses without a note, so my roommate isn’t tipped off. I get a dozen flowers to tell me he’s waiting at the Holiday Inn.
That’s what I have found today. I’ve just finished English Lit and tromp into my room, only to have a bouquet shoved into my hands while my roommate chirps like a bird about my secret admirer. The roses are the crème de la crème of any florist shop; red, large and intensely fragrant. Mr. Parker has never sent me the cheap stuff. Always the best for his Jess.
“Who is this guy?” Jolene leans forward and sniffs at the flowers. “He’s so romantic. I bet he’s loaded. He’s loaded, right? Trust fund kid. Or a fat guy looking for a sugar baby. Those are the kind of guys who do this stuff. You actually don’t know who’s sending these?” She’s like a chipmunk on speed.
I suppress the urge to roll my eyes. After my first round of fucking with Mr. Parker, but before he returned for more, Jolene and I had been fuck buddies… experimenting on each other and getting off whenever we had time.
But since Mr. Parker and I made the commitment thing, I only sleep with him. Jolene thinks I’m seeing someone and that I know who the roses are from. But I’m tight-lipped. Mr. Parker is my secret.
Besides, he isn’t anything like Jolene describes. He parachutes from choppers with an ammo filled bag and an automatic rifle, just dives right into the heart of enemy territory,
Cat & Mouse Games
Gia Blue
Published: April 2012
Published by Summerhouse Publishing. Copyright, Gia Blue. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.
This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
Editor: Will Belegon | Cover Artist: Gia Blue
THURSDAY
Mr. Joseph Parker is my daddy’s best friend, a special commando army man and manly as a man can be. Tall. Muscular. Tan. And he’s been trained to kill in a hundred different ways. Hell, for all I know, he could kill a man with a toothpick. He’s a real live GI Joe. He is also gentle as a kitty at heart. We’ve been secretly seeing each other for a couple of months, and I have firsthand knowledge of his tender ways.
By Hollywood standards, he wouldn’t be classified as handsome or hot, but he’s got these enormous, brown, soul-melting eyes fanned by lush, long lashes that get me every time I see him… or when I drool over his pictures like a horn dog. Masculinity oozes from his pores. If he was a wolf, Mr. Parker would be the Alpha in the pack, though with a quiet and reserved demeanor. He’s a study in contrasts, an enigma.
He’s also got a massive cock and knows damn well how to use his monster piece of flesh.
And he does use it. Often. Each time he comes to Rhode Island (I’m a sophomore at Brown), we get together and destroy the sheets.
Every time I think back on our sweaty, primal, brutal fucking my body quivers with lust. Damn.
Mr. Parker is my parents’ neighbor and lives three doors down from our house. Half the time, he’s overseas on some super-secret mission. The rest of his time, before we began seeing each other, had been spent doing projects around the house or hanging out with my dad.
But now that we’re doing the whole boyfriend-girlfriend “fuck me harder” thing, he comes to Rhode Island the second his feet reach U.S. soil.
Oh, he doesn’t show up at my dorm or anything. He sends me a bouquet of long-stemmed red roses without a note, so my roommate isn’t tipped off. I get a dozen flowers to tell me he’s waiting at the Holiday Inn.
That’s what I have found today. I’ve just finished English Lit and tromp into my room, only to have a bouquet shoved into my hands while my roommate chirps like a bird about my secret admirer. The roses are the crème de la crème of any florist shop; red, large and intensely fragrant. Mr. Parker has never sent me the cheap stuff. Always the best for his Jess.
“Who is this guy?” Jolene leans forward and sniffs at the flowers. “He’s so romantic. I bet he’s loaded. He’s loaded, right? Trust fund kid. Or a fat guy looking for a sugar baby. Those are the kind of guys who do this stuff. You actually don’t know who’s sending these?” She’s like a chipmunk on speed.
I suppress the urge to roll my eyes. After my first round of fucking with Mr. Parker, but before he returned for more, Jolene and I had been fuck buddies… experimenting on each other and getting off whenever we had time.
But since Mr. Parker and I made the commitment thing, I only sleep with him. Jolene thinks I’m seeing someone and that I know who the roses are from. But I’m tight-lipped. Mr. Parker is my secret.
Besides, he isn’t anything like Jolene describes. He parachutes from choppers with an ammo filled bag and an automatic rifle, just dives right into the heart of enemy territory,
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