Page 7 of Scandalous Whispers (Alpha Billionaire #28)

HALEY

P arker’s driver pulled up in front of my apartment building, and I glanced out the window.

It was very nice of him to offer a ride yet again, and despite the accident being his driver’s fault, I thought it generous for him to offer to fix my car when I tried to refuse the help.

I decided it was only polite for me to invite him up for a cup of coffee or something.

“Would you like to come up for a while? We could continue our conversation and have a cup of coffee. Or maybe I could order takeout. There is an amazing Thai place around the corner.” I shifted in the seat, the leather squeaking as I moved.

“Sure, that sounds great.” Parker tapped on the window that separated his driver from us and it lowered.

“Yes, sir?” The man turned over his shoulder and waited.

“Gordon, I’m going to walk Ms. Spencer up to her apartment. We may have a drink. You go ahead and head out. I’ll call you if I need anything.”

I swallowed hard. He was sending his driver home, not just telling him to wait.

It made the butterflies in my stomach so much worse.

His driver, Gordon, was an older man, maybe in his sixties or so.

I wondered what he thought of Mr. Danvers taking me up to my apartment, whether he had done this with other women too.

“Of course, sir. I’ll be on standby waiting for your call.” The window slowly rose back into place, and Gordon appeared at my door, opening it with a smile. “Ms. Spencer, it was lovely seeing you again.”

“Thanks, Gordon. I appreciate your driving me home.” I took his hand and stepped out of the car. As I did, Parker greeted me. He had let himself out the opposite side.

“I’m very sorry about the car. With the snow I didn’t see you coming at all.” He held my hand a moment, his bare fingers pinching my leather glove.

“It’s okay, really. That’s why we all have insurance.” I patted his hand. “Just be safe on the way home. It’s very slippery.”

The older man nodded and shut the door, and I took Parker’s arm and we headed for the building.

The lobby was empty, no sign of the doorman as usual this time of day.

Naveen typically spent the hour taking packages up to residents who hadn’t passed through.

Often, when I came home, he wasn’t at his post. It wasn’t unusual to see him only in the morning for a week or two in a row.

“No doorman?” Parker pressed the elevator button and glanced around.

“Probably delivering packages.” I shrugged.

The alcohol I’d consumed made my eyes a little heavy and my steps a little uneven.

Once inside the elevator, I selected my floor and the doors shut.

Parker said nothing to me as we ascended, and I remained quiet as well.

It was the first time I had been completely alone with him, and I felt nervous.

I peeled my gloves off and unbuttoned my coat. The elevator felt hotter than normal.

At my floor the doors opened, and I dug my keys out of my pocket. “It’s this way,” I told him, gesturing to the right. He followed me to twelve-B and waited while I unlocked the door and let us in.

My apartment wasn’t much, a two-bedroom flat I found a few months after moving to Chicago.

It was in a nicer neighborhood, and rent was ridiculous, but it afforded me space to have a devoted office at home.

I wasn’t much for décor, though. The walls were bare, the furniture monochromatic.

Beige and cream were the bane of my existence, but they were home.

“Want a drink?” I dropped my purse and keys on the bar that separated the living room from the kitchen and shed my coat, draping it over a chair. I didn’t have a fancy coat tree in my home the way Parker did in his office.

“What do you have?”

Turning, I watched Parker shed his coat and scarf, following my lead by hanging them on the back of a chair.

He looked at ease, not at all out of his comfort zone.

A billionaire, but not even slightly put off by my substandard housing.

It was good enough for me, and I hadn’t thought a thing about it when I invited him up.

He must’ve been used to luxury and elegance.

“Well…” I chuckled. “I have a nice boxed wine. We call that Gooch .” I turned toward the kitchen and thought about what other things I had. “I have some vodka and orange juice. I could make fuzzy navels, or?—”

“Do you mean screwdrivers?”

I turn and blush. “Yeah, well you can see why I’m not a bartender.” I snickered and shrugged. “I have beer?”

“I’ll take a beer.” He winked at me and moved closer, trailing behind me into the kitchen.

I grabbed two beers from the fridge and the bottle opener, then turned and headed back toward the living room, but I turned too quickly.

The momentum made my already alcohol-heavy body sway, and I wobbled on my feet.

Parker’s arm was there, scooping me up before I smacked my head.

“Whoa. Easy does it,” he joked, pulling me against his body.

I was so embarrassed, finding myself pinned against his chest, legs tangled in a mess with my hand full of drinks.

My heart raced. Our eyes met, and I couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

I panicked and stuttered out a few unintelligible phrases as he held me.

The air thickened around us, electric signals passed between my chest and his as I tried to get my feet under me, and before I was able to right myself, his lips pressed against mine.

At first I froze, tensing in his embrace as he tenderly kissed me.

My shoe fell off, and I pressed my toes to the ground, finally able to stand again.

The deeper he kissed me, the more I lost myself.

I tried to set the beer on the counter and missed, dropping both bottles to the floor.

One of them shattered. I felt the liquid splash on my already cold legs, but I ignored it in favor of having free hands to tangle in his dark brown tresses.

His embrace got firmer, his lips hotter.

When he first kissed me, I was shocked but pleased.

But the longer he kissed me, the more I wanted him to keep kissing me.

The pent-up sexual tension between us intensified when Parker cupped both of my cheeks and held me still.

I had his biceps in my hands, helpless to resist him.

I thought I’d pass out from a lack of breath until he ripped his mouth away from mine.

“What are we doing?” I panted, staring into his eyes.

“I don’t know, but it feels right.” His chest heaved, and his eyes searched mine. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Hell no.” I rose up on my toes and leaned into him, kissing him hard again.

I kissed him so aggressively I had him backing up, just how I wanted him.

I reached for his belt and started undoing it, then the fly of his dress slacks.

The dress suit I wore made it almost impossible for him to undress me, and I had to tell him how to get me out of it.

By the time he got the zipper on the back open, we were next to the sofa and his pants were around his ankles.

He pulled the dress down over my shoulders as he sat.

He unbuttoned his dress shirt as I unsnapped my bra and let it slide to the floor with my dress.

His eyes drank in every inch of my creamy curves, except where my hair fell, covering me.

As he pulled his shirt off, I pushed my red lacy panties down, and our lips met again, only this time there was more hunger behind the action from both of us.

I hardly noticed as he forced his briefs down, and when his fingers traced the side of my rib cage and wrapped around my hip, I almost buckled.

Straddling him, I lowered myself, feeling his heat between my legs. “We are really doing this?” I asked him. His cock was rock hard and ready for me, but I was suddenly hesitant.

“Yes, I want this.” He grabbed both hips and ground upward into me, pulling me down against him. The sensation of his dick sliding around in my juices made me shudder. “Don’t you?”

“I don’t want to get pregnant.”

Parker’s hand grabbed one of my breasts and he squeezed hard.

I yelped, and he grinned. “Okay, well we just have to use a condom or be creative.” He wasn’t messing around.

The look in his eye said he had what he wanted and wasn’t taking no for an answer.

It sent chills down my spine because it was exactly what I wanted too.

“I have one,” I mumbled, pulling my lips away from his as I stood.

I hurried to my purse on the bar and sorted through it with frustration.

Not finding what I wanted, I held it open and dumped the contents out on the counter.

There buried in the bottom beneath my ChapStick and wallet was the single condom I carried with me.

I snatched it off the counter and grinned, walking back around to the sofa where Parker sat waiting.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked.

I smirked and crawled back on top of him. I could feel how much moisture my body made just anticipating his touch. I hated the interruption of a condom, but the risks outweighed the frustration. I tore it open and slid it out of the package, and Parker took it from my hand.

“I’m sorry this sort of breaks up the flow, but?—”

“Hey, I understand.” He rolled it on his cock and held himself upright as I lowered down around him. Rubber wasn’t nearly as satisfying as skin, but his girth made up for any disappointment I felt in the prophylactic.

“Oh, wow,” I moaned as I settled down on his lap.

I arched my head back and closed my eyes as he started thrusting into me.

His thumb traced a circular pattern on my sensitive nub, stimulating me until my body twitched.

I clenched around him and let my chin drop to my chest. My hair fell in a curtain around us as my lips claimed his again.

“Good?” he asked as he squeezed my breast again.

“So good,” I moaned into his mouth. At that moment, I didn’t care that he was my boss, or that he was old enough to be my father, or even that he was so far out of my league, he may as well have been president.

He felt amazing, and he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

“God, that…” I moaned as his fingers massaged my clit harder.

“Man, I’ve wanted to do this since that first wink.” He brought his teeth to my nipple and bit down softly, and I groaned. My body was on fire.

“More… harder,” I begged, and he did, driving upward into me. All I could do was dig my fingernails into his shoulders and pant. He did the rest. My body tensed like a spring that’s crimped too hard, and when it snapped, the waves of pleasure were overwhelming. I cried out, spasming and convulsing.

“God, you’re hot,” he mumbled before his words were choked out by soft, breathy gasps. Though I couldn’t feel him flood me, I did notice his thrusts slow, and as he glided in and out of me a few last times, I collapsed onto his chest.

It was odd, sex for the first time with someone I wasn’t that emotionally connected to.

I wanted to cuddle and build intimacy, but it felt like too much, too fast. So I lay there draped over him for a moment before climbing off.

I sat next to him, but he stood, still fully erect with a loaded condom.

“Where’s the bathroom?” he asked, not appearing the least bit embarrassed to walk around naked in front of me.

I pointed down the hallway. “First door on the left.” He nodded and picked up his briefs and slacks, then vanished into the bathroom.

I wanted to sit there and melt into the couch, but I couldn’t.

My nerves kicked in and I realized I just fucked my boss and I was sitting on my couch naked waiting for him to come out of my bathroom.

I hurriedly found my panties and put them on, but when I reached for my dress, I found it soggy.

Frustrated, I dug to the bottom of the pile and found Parker’s shoes there.

“Of course, the snow.” I almost smacked my own forehead.

I didn’t want to be standing here naked when he came back, but I had nothing else to wear. Until I spotted his shirt.

Without another thought, I slid it on and buttoned it up, and as I finished the last button, I heard the bathroom door open.

Parker came out wearing only his slacks, and it was like I was seeing him for the first time.

Corded abs, strong, firm pectorals, and biceps as large as my calves.

For a guy his age, he was on fire. It made me blush.

“Wearing my shirt?” he asked as he approached.

I didn’t know what to say. He kissed my forehead.

“It’s okay.” He took my hand. “Just be prepared to take it off at any second because I might want to enjoy you again.” My jaw dropped as he passed by me heading to the kitchen.

“Now, let’s clean up this mess, have that drink, and I’ll order dinner. ”

I followed him into the kitchen a bit uncertain about it all.

He acted like having sex on my couch was the most natural thing we could have done, like there was nothing odd about it.

I wanted to protest, but he got my broom from the pantry and swept up the broken glass, then used a towel to mop up the spilled beer.

I sat and watched him serve me like I was the wealthy boss and he was the employee.

“I hope you don’t mind. I told Gordon I’m staying.”

“You did?” I hoped he didn’t catch the surprise in my voice.

“Yeah, I couldn’t very well go home without making sure you ate properly. Besides, after sex like that, who would want to leave? I want more.”

I chuckled. So it wasn’t the most conventional start to a relationship. But what was “normal”, anyway? I was going to ride this wave as long as it was cresting. Parker was too intriguing to give up simply because he was my boss.