Jack snorted.
“I think we can manage that,” Parker said slowly. “What else?”
“She likes long walks on the beach—”
His expression brightened. “Okay, well, that’s a nice, normal activity we can work wi—”
“—only during a crescent moon and when it’s low tide so she can search the sand for any bottles that might have floated to shore,” Lynn finished. “On a related note, her favorite book and movie are Message in a Bottle.”
“Oh.” Parker rubbed his temples. “I guess we can try to plan something around that as well.” He turned to Jack. “Can you Google moon and tide cycles?”
“Sure.” His partner looked as if he was fighting laughter. “People are weird, huh?”
Lynn snickered loudly. “Hey, I didn’t even get to the part about her blog. Want to know what it’s called?”
“Not really,” Parker said, sighing.
“Elevator Music: Musings and Reviews.” Lynn’s blue eyes danced. “She visits elevators all over the city, then muses about and reviews the music in them. But she says there’s a shocking amount of elevators that don’t play music at all.” Lynn smirked at Parker. “So how did I do?”
He had to smile. “You’ve just been promoted to level two reconnaissance. Good work, soldier.”
“Why, thank you.” She looked around the dimly lit room. “With that said, can we go? Maybe it makes me a total dork, but this really isn’t my scene.”
“Not mine either,” he admitted. “Jack, can you stick around and find out a few more details?”
“No prob.” The man cocked a brow. “Unless you two want to invite me to join you…”
“Nope, not in the slightest,” Parker answered cheerfully. “Later, Jack.”
“It was nice meeting you!” Lynn called as Parker practically dragged her away from his buddy, whose low chuckles wafted from behind them.
They were halfway to the door when Lynn leaned up on her tiptoes and murmured into his ear, “He’s really cute.”
Parker’s grip on her hand tightened. “You think so?”
“Oh yeah. Maybe we should have invited him to come with us.”
He froze, his gaze zeroing in on hers. “Is that what you want?”
A secretive smile stole over her face. “Well, I’ve already seen Dean naked, so why not Jack? We can make it a perfect trifecta, if you will.”
For ten seconds he wavered, wondering if she was serious. She couldn’t be serious. No fucking way was he going to let anyone…
The corners of her lips twitched. Troublemaker.
“You’re messing with me,” he grumbled.
Her laughter echoed between them. “Of course I am. But I have to admit, it’s fun seeing you get all growly and possessive.”
“You want growly and possessive? How’s this?”
Before she could blink, he tugged her toward the narrow corridor to their right instead of continuing to the front door. The fluorescent lights were a stark change from the barely-there lighting in the main room, but made it very easy to spot the room marked Supplies. Parker wasn’t entirely sure what had gotten into him as he hauled Lynn into the minuscule room and promptly locked the door behind them. As darkness enveloped them, he yanked her into his arms and kissed her hard, determined to wipe all thoughts of Jack’s cuteness out of her pretty head.
“Me,” he mumbled against her lips. “You’re only allowed to be with me.”
She pulled away an inch. “Allowed? I’m not sure I like this alpha side of you.”
“Oh yeah?” With a smirk of challenge, he deftly unsnapped her jeans and slipped his hand inside. “Look at that—you’re wetter than you’ve ever been, sweetheart. I think that means you like this side of me very, very much.”
A soft sigh escaped her lips when he rubbed over her silky panties. “Fine, maybe it’s a bit of a turn-on. No man has ever…claimed me before.”
Parker dipped his head and kissed her again, his tongue stroking hers in a sensual caress. He cupped one breast with his free hand while the other continued to toy with her clit, feeling her panties grow damper and damper beneath his palm.
A groan lodged into his throat. “I need to fuck you.”
She breathlessly broke the kiss with a startled squeak. “Now? Here?”
“Now and here,” he muttered, already reaching for his zipper.
This was insanity. He didn’t go around screwing women in supply closets, at least not anymore. Not when he was nearing thirty and no longer a horny twenty-year-old who was DTF anytime, anywhere. But lust had clouded his brain, and his cock ached like a motherfucker, having completely forgotten about all the hot sex he and Lynn had already had today.