Parker (Rich & Single #2) Read Free Page A

pulled out in front of him without checking to see if he was there first, and Parker hit the brakes, bringing the heal of his hand down on his horn. Fucking New York City drivers! He merged into the next lane and moved around the man who had almost been run over by his truck, not even bothering to look in the guy’s direction. Flipping people off didn’t even have any meaning anymore in a city like this. At least he was almost home.
    Another minute, and he slipped into the far right lane to take the exit, moving down into residential streets. When he’d first moved to the city, he’d thought about getting an apartment in Manhattan, but after a few weeks in the insanity of downtown he’d decided a little farther out was better. It was quieter, for one. He pulled into the parking complex and took his usual spot, turning the key in the ignition as he put the truck into park.
    The night air was just cool enough to be pleasant when he stepped out of the truck. It brushed against his skin, carrying the scent of oil and metal and the bushes arranged along the apartment complex’s edges. It was a nice building. Definitely not the kind of place he would have been able to afford before his rise to the top, but exactly on the same scale as Reid’s multimillion-dollar mansion. Which was fine with him.
    Parker stepped into the elevator that would take him up to his floor, leaning back against the wall of it, and ran a hand across his face, dropping it back to his side with a sigh. Some kind of night. He shook his head.
    Honestly, he knew why Reid had been angry. His secretary fucking his construction guy in one of his guest beds probably hadn’t been what he expected to come home to. Parker wasn’t particularly perturbed by employee fraternization; he employed a lot of hot, fit people. They were going to sleep together whether he liked it or not. His rules were just to remove as much of the drama from the situation as possible when the breakup and the fallout inevitably occurred. But people in office buildings didn’t think the way he did, even the men who ran the office building. Especially the men who ran the office building.
    Still, if he’d found two of his employees going at it in his house… Parker grinned. Actually, he’d probably ask about joining.
    The elevator dinged as it hit his floor, and he pushed off the wall to stride into the hall and down to his own door. He dropped his work bag on the nearest chair as he moved through the kitchen and pulled a beer out of the fridge, popping the top with the edge of one of his keys. Those he dropped onto the counter.
    After a quick flip through a few of his favorite channels, he discovered there was nothing on TV. He lifted his beer to his lips and took a sip, then set it back on the side table and dropped his head back against the back of the sofa. Images of Gina slid across the dark space behind his closed eyelids. He really should pick some different material now that they weren’t fucking anymore, but she was a good-looking girl and he had been interrupted in the middle of a very good time with her. He sighed, running his palm over his jeans.
    Damn, she’d looked good riding him like that. She’d looked good every which way.
    Another long swallow of beer, and Parker reached down to unfasten his jeans, freeing himself from his underwear and wrapping a hand around his length. It wasn’t quite a substitute physically, but the slide of skin on skin felt good, and he let his mind drift back to Gina and the way she’d looked on his bed last week, lips bruised with kisses and pupils blown wide.
     
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    “Harder, come on,” Gina begged, looking back at Parker over her shoulder as he rocked into her, his hands on her hips, dragging her back to meet the friction. “Come on, Parker, really give it to me. Fill me up good.”
    Parker growled, fingers tightening over the fading marks left from their last encounter. Italian women. They never shut up. He took her harder,