I looked back at the door, but it was still securely locked.
“Baby, are you scared?” he teased as he ran his hands down my body.
“I’m not scared.” My blood was rushing through my veins thinking about us getting caught at any second, but I wouldn’t dare admit that to him.
He pushed my legs apart and ran his hands down my jean-clad legs.
“Then show me what kind of bad girl you can be.” He grinned a devilish grin, and I felt lost in my draw to him.
I pushed him off me and onto the desk chair that sat behind him before I slowly pulled my shirt up my stomach and over my head.
He watched me as I rolled my hips to the music that could barely be heard in the secluded office, and his eyes clouded over in lust as I dropped to the floor in front of him on my knees.
I had danced in front of hundreds of men during my time at Toxic, and every time I had felt ashamed or dirty. But I had never felt like this. I had never felt so wanted or so loved. I looked up into Parker’s eyes as I rolled my body against him, and he groaned when my ass pressed into his lap.
“Tell me what you want, Parker,” I purred as I ran my fingers down his thighs.
“You. It’s always been you.”
I turned to face him, straddling his hips. “You’ve got me.”
“I love you,” he murmured against my lips.
“I love you too.”
He pushed my hair out of my face. “I’ve always loved you. Even when you were gone, I always woke up looking for you. I searched for you subconsciously even when I told myself I shouldn’t.” He shook his head and a tear ran down my cheek.
“But love is a word that is too weak and used too often to describe what I feel for you. It’s relentless and desperate, and every time you smile I fall harder and harder.”
“Parker,” I whispered his name because I didn’t know what else to say.
“Don’t ever leave me again, Livy.” He clung to me, my body pressed desperately tight against his.
“Never.”