What's Left of Me
Page 72
“Genna, I think Jason is in his office,” Shannon says.
Just as I start to follow her down the hallway, I hear my name. “Aundrea?” He sounds surprised to see me.
I turn back around to see Parker standing at the front desk. “Hi.” I smile up at him.
My eyes meet Shannon’s and she smiles.
“Is everything okay?” he asks, concerned. He sets down the papers in his hands and walks over to me.
“Yeah. I just wanted to talk to you.”
“Sure, come on.” Taking my hand, he leads me back to his office.
As much as I want to tell him my good news, I really just want to feel his lips on mine, since I know I’ll have to go four weeks without them.
We walk in silence. He gives my hand small squeezes every few steps, and I already feel the anticipation building for when that door closes.
He puts the key in the lock and turns the handle, letting me walk in first. The door closes quietly. I almost expect him to come up to me, but he doesn’t. He walks over to his desk instead.
He motions for me to sit on the opposite side. I look at the chair and then back at him. This seems way too formal for my liking, so I walk over and sit on top of the desk directly in front him.
“I’d rather sit here,” I say with a devilish grin.
“Aundrea … is everything okay?” He sits up anxiously.
“Everything is great, actually.” I lean down and give him a kiss on the lips.
Lightly pushing my shoulders back, he holds me inches away. “Are you sure? How did the appointment go?”
“Good.” I move to sit on his lap sideways, crossing my legs. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him. “My tests came back great. I get to have the transplant in the morning.”
Loosening his grip, he moves me back to look at my face, “Aundrea! That’s great! But … so soon?” He searches my face then gives me a tight hug and a soft kiss on the side of my head.
“Yeah! My counts are better than Dr. Olson was expecting at this point and she doesn’t want to wait. The only thing that sucks is that she doesn’t know when I can have visitors. You can come with me in the morning, but once I’m brought to my room it may be days or weeks before I get to see you. It just depends on my immune system and labs.”
“I’ll be right here waiting. Just think of all the books you’ll get to read,” he says with a laugh.
“You going to miss me?” I ask.
“Nah.” I can see him fighting to keep a straight face.
“Not even a little?” I pout.
“Nope.”
“What if I’m going to miss you?”
“You’re just going to miss my body.”
“Not true. Okay, maybe a little true.” He nudges me playfully when I say that part. “Okay, I was kidding!”
“Will you at least send me naughty pictures?” he asks.
Laughing, I shake my head. “No! But maybe, if you’re good, I’ll sext you.” I giggle.
His eyes perk up at the thought. “I like where this is going. Maybe you should give me a preview now.” He whispers into my ear, pulling me closer.
I close my eyes at the feel of his breath against my neck.
“Come on, Aundrea. Say something … dirty.” His wet tongue is on my earlobe. Sucking it into his mouth, he bites down hard, and I moan. My heart starts to pound, and I’m sure he can hear it over my suddenly labored breathing. “Tell me. Tell me what you would say to me. What you would do to me.”
He starts to kiss down my neck, bringing one hand between my thighs and forcing my legs to uncross. His other hand grips me around the waist tighter. “Aundrea …”
Closing my eyes, I find my voice and whisper faintly, “I’d tell you how I wish you were with me.”
“What would I be doing to you if I were there?”
“Your hand between my legs would be replaced by your mouth.”
“Do you want my mouth between your legs?” Do I ever!
I nod, and his hand slowly begins to move in small circles, rubbing against me through my jeans, the ache between my legs getting stronger.
“Tell me, Aundrea.”
“Yes. I want your mouth on me Parker. Right. Now.”
He stands effortlessly, lifting me with him in one swift movement, then placing me on his desk. He sits in the chair, scooting it closer. Reaching up, he unbuttons my pants and pulls them down until they reach the floor, followed by my ballet flats. His eyes never leave mine as he lightly pushes me flat against the desk. He rests my legs on each side of the chair. My hands reach for the edge of the desk in anticipation and I squeeze tightly.
He glides his hands up my legs to my pale pink thong. He pulls it down slowly, trailing kisses down my thighs as he guides my underwear all the way to my ankles. He doesn’t stop kissing my leg as he lifts one of my ankles and grabs my thong with his other hand, tossing it to the floor.
I quiver at the thought of him touching me with his tongue. I feel his mouth above me, a cool breeze on my bare skin; then the tip of his tongue moves slowly up my wet center. He licks me in smooth strokes up and down, between my folds and around my swollen bud.
“Fuck, Aundrea. You’re dripping wet.” I moan at his words, letting my head fall off the back of the desk, causing my wig to fall to the floor. He starts to move his tongue faster, making sure to touch every part of me, and I tremble with each movement.
“Parker.” His name falls from my mouth hoarsely. He continues to flick his tongue and his fingers slide into me. My breath hitches in my throat and I buck my hips, rocking against him. His hands grip me tighter, guiding me against his face and fingers.
Just as I start to follow her down the hallway, I hear my name. “Aundrea?” He sounds surprised to see me.
I turn back around to see Parker standing at the front desk. “Hi.” I smile up at him.
My eyes meet Shannon’s and she smiles.
“Is everything okay?” he asks, concerned. He sets down the papers in his hands and walks over to me.
“Yeah. I just wanted to talk to you.”
“Sure, come on.” Taking my hand, he leads me back to his office.
As much as I want to tell him my good news, I really just want to feel his lips on mine, since I know I’ll have to go four weeks without them.
We walk in silence. He gives my hand small squeezes every few steps, and I already feel the anticipation building for when that door closes.
He puts the key in the lock and turns the handle, letting me walk in first. The door closes quietly. I almost expect him to come up to me, but he doesn’t. He walks over to his desk instead.
He motions for me to sit on the opposite side. I look at the chair and then back at him. This seems way too formal for my liking, so I walk over and sit on top of the desk directly in front him.
“I’d rather sit here,” I say with a devilish grin.
“Aundrea … is everything okay?” He sits up anxiously.
“Everything is great, actually.” I lean down and give him a kiss on the lips.
Lightly pushing my shoulders back, he holds me inches away. “Are you sure? How did the appointment go?”
“Good.” I move to sit on his lap sideways, crossing my legs. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him. “My tests came back great. I get to have the transplant in the morning.”
Loosening his grip, he moves me back to look at my face, “Aundrea! That’s great! But … so soon?” He searches my face then gives me a tight hug and a soft kiss on the side of my head.
“Yeah! My counts are better than Dr. Olson was expecting at this point and she doesn’t want to wait. The only thing that sucks is that she doesn’t know when I can have visitors. You can come with me in the morning, but once I’m brought to my room it may be days or weeks before I get to see you. It just depends on my immune system and labs.”
“I’ll be right here waiting. Just think of all the books you’ll get to read,” he says with a laugh.
“You going to miss me?” I ask.
“Nah.” I can see him fighting to keep a straight face.
“Not even a little?” I pout.
“Nope.”
“What if I’m going to miss you?”
“You’re just going to miss my body.”
“Not true. Okay, maybe a little true.” He nudges me playfully when I say that part. “Okay, I was kidding!”
“Will you at least send me naughty pictures?” he asks.
Laughing, I shake my head. “No! But maybe, if you’re good, I’ll sext you.” I giggle.
His eyes perk up at the thought. “I like where this is going. Maybe you should give me a preview now.” He whispers into my ear, pulling me closer.
I close my eyes at the feel of his breath against my neck.
“Come on, Aundrea. Say something … dirty.” His wet tongue is on my earlobe. Sucking it into his mouth, he bites down hard, and I moan. My heart starts to pound, and I’m sure he can hear it over my suddenly labored breathing. “Tell me. Tell me what you would say to me. What you would do to me.”
He starts to kiss down my neck, bringing one hand between my thighs and forcing my legs to uncross. His other hand grips me around the waist tighter. “Aundrea …”
Closing my eyes, I find my voice and whisper faintly, “I’d tell you how I wish you were with me.”
“What would I be doing to you if I were there?”
“Your hand between my legs would be replaced by your mouth.”
“Do you want my mouth between your legs?” Do I ever!
I nod, and his hand slowly begins to move in small circles, rubbing against me through my jeans, the ache between my legs getting stronger.
“Tell me, Aundrea.”
“Yes. I want your mouth on me Parker. Right. Now.”
He stands effortlessly, lifting me with him in one swift movement, then placing me on his desk. He sits in the chair, scooting it closer. Reaching up, he unbuttons my pants and pulls them down until they reach the floor, followed by my ballet flats. His eyes never leave mine as he lightly pushes me flat against the desk. He rests my legs on each side of the chair. My hands reach for the edge of the desk in anticipation and I squeeze tightly.
He glides his hands up my legs to my pale pink thong. He pulls it down slowly, trailing kisses down my thighs as he guides my underwear all the way to my ankles. He doesn’t stop kissing my leg as he lifts one of my ankles and grabs my thong with his other hand, tossing it to the floor.
I quiver at the thought of him touching me with his tongue. I feel his mouth above me, a cool breeze on my bare skin; then the tip of his tongue moves slowly up my wet center. He licks me in smooth strokes up and down, between my folds and around my swollen bud.
“Fuck, Aundrea. You’re dripping wet.” I moan at his words, letting my head fall off the back of the desk, causing my wig to fall to the floor. He starts to move his tongue faster, making sure to touch every part of me, and I tremble with each movement.
“Parker.” His name falls from my mouth hoarsely. He continues to flick his tongue and his fingers slide into me. My breath hitches in my throat and I buck my hips, rocking against him. His hands grip me tighter, guiding me against his face and fingers.
