Then Parker had her on the floor, his naked torso suspended over her by his strong, muscular arms. “Once isn’t going to be enough,” he warned.
Hmm, nice. “Of course not. We have different positions to try as well.” She ran her foot up the back of his leg, purring as he settled firmly between her thighs. “It might take a few nights.”
His eyes flashed with heat. “That sounds like a challenge.”
A challenge he seemed determined to win. Over and over again. All night long.
Jack
Jack strode into the office with a shit-eating grin, clutching a rolled-up newspaper in one hand and a takeout coffee cup in the other. “Mr. Wilson, Mr. Wilson, can I please have your autograph?” he said mockingly, then blinked when he realized only Dean was in the room. Damn. He was dying to rag on Parker about the follow-up article that had shown up in today’s paper.
The other man snorted, holding up his own copy of the Bay City Press. “I did the same thing, but the jackass isn’t here yet.”
Jack frowned. Huh. That was weird. Parker was usually at the office before he and Dean even rolled out of their respective beds.
Then again, Parker was also having wild, lovey-dovey sex with his woman every night, and when your woman looked like Lynn Davidson, of course you didn’t want to drag yourself away.
“I wonder if the star of today’s Entertainment News and Views will want us to post the full-page spread of his ugly mug on the front door.”
Dean’s smile widened. “Let’s do it. Lynn’s in the pictures, too—that makes them worth looking at.”
Jack laughed. “You stare at her too hard and Parker will string your eyes on hooks and feed them to the fish.”
The other man stretched his legs out in front of him, leaning back as he gloated. “Can’t take away the very fine memories I have of my time with the lady. Did I mention how very fine they are?”
“Fuck off,” Jack muttered without heat. “How you can keep flirting with her is beyond me.”
“She blushes so prettily, doesn’t she? But we’re cool. I mean, the first time I saw her after that night she was beet red for the entire conversation, but my winning charm has soothed away any lingering awkwardness.”
“Yeah, well, I’m just glad Parker never fell for any of the women he and I tag-teamed. You’re the one who ended up in the keeper’s bed with him, which means you’re the one he gets to punch out if he’s ever feeling extra possessive.”
“Does this mean you’re abstaining from any further threesomes?” Dean taunted. “Just in case the next woman who ends up between us is my forever love?” He made loud smooching noises until Jack whirled a seat cushion at him. “Not to change the subject, but what was your favorite part of the article? I loved the line about—” Dean checked the paper for the wording, “—Wilson’s dreamy dating skills.”
“I did wonder that the writer could use sexy single Romeo, most eligible bachelor, and delectable all in the same paragraph without having to add a nausea warning.” Jack dropped onto the couch and tossed the paper on the coffee table. “I suppose it’s still great promo for us.”
“You suppose? Damn right it is. The article mentions the company three times. One of the biggest local success stories of the past year. We’re going to have the phone ringing nonstop again.”
“Yeah.”
Jack’s absent tone made Dean frown. “You have a stick up your ass about something. Spill, bro.”
“Nothing’s wrong. Shut up.” He fought to keep from voicing his real concern and failed miserably. “I hadn’t realized Parker and Lynn have been seeing each other for two months already.”
“Time flies when you’re having fun. Oh wait, that would be me. You don’t have fun, do you?” Dean went on taunting him, and Jack was glad his friend seemed to have missed his slip-up.
His thoughts rambled back to the calendar. Exactly how long did it fucking take for people to drive across the country?
—And he wasn’t going to dwell on it any longer. He had no right to have the nagging sensation in his gut, but whether or not he should—
It was there.
Chapter Thirteen
My office. 9:30 a.m. sharp. Re: the Digital Transition Program. Phil.
Lynn stared at the email in disbelief. What the hell was his problem? She’d told him far too often to leave her alone, especially at work. So now he was going to drag her project into the mix?
Dickhead. Jerkface.
Grabbing her purse, she flounced from her cubicle, tromping down the hall to the elevator. If people saw her being pouty, who gave a damn? Not her. Not one single hoot of a damn.
She glared at the doors of the slowest set of elevators on the planet while she devised ways to skin Phil using available office supplies. She’d wanted a hassle-free Friday. Just a normal work day that started and ended without any issues so she could spend the weekend with Parker and not have any work bullshit hanging over her head.