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deeper, and then she wasn’t talking anymore because she was too busy moaning. That, Parker could work with.
    He uncurled one hand from its place on her hip, sliding it down around the curve of her waist to slip between her thighs and stroke over her clit. Her hips rocked into the touch, then back into the stroke of him inside her, caught between the two sensations.
    “Enough for you?” he demanded, grinning as her fingers curled in the sheets and her thighs shuddered. “Still want more, babe?”
    The motion of his fingers slowed, gentled, until he was touching her just enough to keep her hanging on the edge, his hips moving just as slowly.
    “You know I do,” she groaned. “Always want more with you.”
    “Right answer.”
    He picked up the pace, pressed his fingers down over her clit, and watched her come apart underneath him with a shuddering moan.
    Parker took her through it, slowing but not stopping. His fingers slid away from her clit, stroking over the lips of her sex until she was pressing back against him for more, already asking for it harder. Faster. He gave her exactly what she wanted, moving in her until both of them fell over the edge into ecstasy.
     
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    The memory of it, sliding together with his memories of her in the guest room at Reid’s, moving over him with her dark hair loose against her back, was enough to have him spilling over his own hand, a groan vibrating in his chest.
    He sat for a moment, panting and slumped against the couch.
    It had been fun while it lasted, that fling with Gina. He hoped she didn’t get hurt by it. Parker reminded himself to send her a bouquet of apology flowers and maybe a gift card to somewhere nice. Then, with a sigh, heaved himself up off the couch and went to get in the shower.
     
     
     

Chapter 2
     
    Parker pushed a hand through his hair, shoving it back out of his eyes, and turned his face up into the spray of the gym’s shower. Other men were moving around the locker room, their voices muffled by the sound of the water, and they were easily ignored. He reached for the bottle of soap he knew was on the little shelf in the corner, pouring some into one hand and then lathering it to rub it over his chest and arms, taking his time and enjoying the easy slide of the soap against his skin. His limbs still felt loose from the rush of the workout, a little heavy. It was good. He bent to finish soaping the rest of his body, then rinsed himself down and turned off the shower.
    He had half an hour before his first class, just enough time to bolt down a post-gym snack of tuna and crackers. As he was tidying away the container, the phone range.
    “Fitness and Health Sports Club. Parker here.”
    “Parker.” The voice on the other end was a woman’s, obviously cheerful despite an hour that would be considered painfully early by a lot of people’s standards. “I was calling to inquire about the private training packages you offer.”
    The gym brought in business. They had a regular clientele, and since their name had gotten big they were always picking up new people eager to see what they had to offer. Sometimes they moved on once the novelty had worn off. Most of them stayed. DVD sales and subscriptions to the training videos on their website for those who couldn’t make it to Fitness and Health Sports Club in person weren’t a slouch in the profit department either.
    But the real source of their money was their private training packages. A private trainer wasn’t cheap. The really good ones were an accessory of the rich and famous, and paid like it, and Parker was one of the good ones. He smiled into the phone.
    “Good morning, ma’am. We offer several private training packages that you can choose from. All of them are detailed on our website, but I’m happy to give you the basics over the phone. May I ask your name?”
    “Jenna White. I don’t really want to be a body builder or anything, but I’m a new mother and I’d just like to get back in