Peni Parker Feet 소설 & 이야기

As he placed his inked arms on the table and leaned in, my eyes continued to linger on them. Even if he knew I was ogling his arms, he didn't comment on it. I was thankful for that, though I didn't know why he didn't grab the opportunity to humiliate me. “I don't care what you think, Parker,” he told me in a dismissive tone. “Well, you should,” I replied, finally taking my eyes off his tattoos. I feared if I stared at them even a little bit longer, I would cling to him. What a horrible thought!

Parker makes a strangled noise in his throat, eyes wide for a moment while he takes a deep, quick breath. I giggle and climb from his lap before tugging my panties down my legs. A blink later and I lose the skirt too. A flick of my foot and I kick it from my ankle, leaving me nude before my daddy's best friend. Mr. Parker grabs my ass, drawing me closer. He brushes his lips across my belly, fingers going to my pussy, teasing my lower lips. I grind against him, getting his palm nice and wet with my cream. "Sit on the sink," he orders.

Sleep could wait. Parker stretched and walked to the bathroom. He started to drop his pants but froze when a voice said, “Do you mind shutting the door first?” Crap. Ruby. He wasn’t alone. Mortified, Parker slammed the door shut. He glanced down. His pants were still mostly up, and he still had his boxers up. But still. After using the toilet, Parker walked out like nothing had happened, but he couldn’t ignore the twitch of Ruby’s lips as she watched him from the bed, like she was trying not to laugh at him.

I push back from my desk and stand, trying to work the tension from my shoulders. This isn’t sustainable. I can’t keep pretending I’m not affected. And I can’t keep entertaining lectures from a woman who thinks control and repression are the same thing. Parker Simon is here. She’s inside these walls. Wearing pencil skirts and smiling like she’s not unraveling me one glance at a time. And it’s only been three days. One, really. Two of those days were the weekend.

Eva’s POV We’re barely ten steps down the tower when Parker trips over his own foot. “Watch it, klutz,” Trixie says, grabbing his arm before he face-plants down the spiral staircase. “Try not to die. It’d ruin my day.” “Don’t flatter yourself, Witchlet,” Parker mutters. “I’m just allergic to stone and bad attitudes.” Behind us, Lenny yelps. “I swear something touched me. Right here. Right on the butt.”

Summer is approaching, a period to sample fine bikinis and sexy feet… Just like that of my photographer! I don't mean to stare, but there it is… The delicate arch of his size 12 feet, the way his toes curl as he shifts to get the best position. He squats, pinning on his goddamn fine toes, and snaps. It's rare to see a man whose feet glisten like they’ve never touched gravel. Neatly pedicured. Perfect.

"Um, sorry to barge in. The name's Lane Parker." I swallowed hard. Lane Parker? The porn star from out West? The porn star that got Drake drunk? "H-hi," I stuttered as my gaze moved to the woman standing just behind him. She was an older lady, but still as gorgeous as ever. Her long blonde hair reached her hips that were perfectly shaped like an hourglass. I noticed that she was skin and bones with the most voluptuous breasts I had ever seen. They were totally fake. Her gaze studied me just as much as I studied her. Who the hell was this too? My head wasn't in the right space to deal with more shit today.