Miss Parker chased Jarod into the abandoned warehouse.
Glancing briefly over her shoulder she noticed they had outrun both sets of
sweepers. And I'm in high heels! She made a mental note to order them to spend
more time in the gym.
She found Jarod in what had once been an office and stood in the doorway, blocking the only exit. She bit her lip, staring at him. He was breathing heavily, his hair slightly damp with sweat. He licked his lips and she lowered her gun, slowly moving closer to him.
"Well, Miss Parker, it looks like you finally got me."
She nodded, her mouth dry. She was close enough to touch him.
He couldn't help it. He pulled her towards him and she smiled as their bodies touched and she felt his erection pressing into her.
"Why, Jarod, I didn't know you enjoyed the chase so much," she said with mock innocence.
"Oh, it's not the chase that excites me, it's the huntress." His voice was low and hearing it sent shivers down her spine.
She smiled seductively, running her free hand down his chest. Down to the ever-hardening bulge in his pants. He gasped and pressed himself closer to her. He could feel her nipples hardening through her blouse.
She nibbled his neck playfully. "Ever had a quickie?"
He shook his head. Thinking was becoming very difficult.
"Then today's your lucky day."
He slipped his hand beneath her skirt, trailing his fingers up her silky thighs. He closed his eyes in ecstasy when he discovered she wasn't wearing any panties.
"Oh, Parker."
He rubbed his thumb over her clit and she leaned her head back, moaning his name, unaware of anything except that Jarod was touching her. She fumbled with his belt buckle, unzipping his pants and taking him in her hand. She squeezed gently and he buried his head in her shoulder, sucking gently at her delicate skin. With one hand he cupped her breast, rubbing her nipple.
"Mmm…" He pushed her skirt up around her hips as she pulled his pants down. Turning around so that her back was against the wall he lifted her onto his hips. She wrapped her legs around his waist and with hand guided him inside her.
Holding her underneath her buttocks he began thrusting into her.
"Deeper," she ordered. He was more than happy to comply.
"Open you eyes." She looked at him with bluer eyes than usual. They were only this blue when he was inside her. She smiled and bit her lip again, holding in a cry.
They came simultaneously. Somehow they always did. His legs shaking, he lowered her legs, remaining inside her. Breathing heavily, eyes still locked together, they came closer for a kiss. Their first proper kiss that day.
"Miss Parker?" They heard a voice call out. It was one of the sweepers.
"Shit!" She looked at him, regret clear in her eyes. "I have to go."
He nodded sadly and gently pulled himself out of her. The minute they were apart she missed him.
Straightening their clothes, they heard the sweeper call again.
"Miss Parker?"
She was halfway out the door when she turned back, a sly smile on her lips. "What about my thank you?"
"Oh, you'll get your thank you," he promised and then pulled up his zipper as if to emphasize his point.
"I'd better."
They shared a smile and then she was gone. "Bye, lover."
"Bye, Miss Parker," he said to the empty room.
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