Miss Parker gazed into Jarod's eyes. His eyes, tasty, sweet dark chocolate. His lips, warm and tender. Taking hold of his hands, she held them tightly squeezing her fingers between his, then slid one hand on his lower front, softly rubbing him. He ran his tongue up and down her neck. His large hands roamed her front stopping at her breast, giving her a massage which caused her nipples to harden. He moved his head down, lightly biting and sucking her right bosom.

"Harder, baby, harder," she cried out pulling back and guiding her other breast into his mouth.

Jarod looked up, smiled and shook his head.

"What?" Parker smiled back and reached out for him. He held her hands down on the bed.

"Honey, wait."

"What? Is something wrong?"

"Well...maybe we should rest a bit. I'm a little sore down there right now."

"You want me to kiss it and make it all better?" Her blue eyes twinkled waiting for his answer.

"I really don't think so." He feather-light kisses her lips.

"Okay, there's always tonight." She answered in a whisper, throwing her arms around his neck cuddling him tightly resting her head down on his shoulder.

"Ouch," he laughs.

Jarod never expected Miss Parker as a cuddler. In his wildest imagination, he pictured her in a leather skin tight outfit complete with whips and chains in one hand and a rope in the other with a dungeon in the basement with all of her other little play things.

"Maybe we should get dress now. You're already late for the office."

"The office. Don't remind me." She lets out a sigh.

Jarod knew exactly what she was thinking of. "Worried about what The Centre will do if they ever find out about us?"

"I'm worried about you." She laid her head against his chest embracing him tightly. "Hold me. Never let me go. I never want to know the feeling of emptiness in my heart."

"It's okay, baby. Everything's going to be fine."

"Hey Parker, it's me." He knew she was on the line for he could hear her breathing heavily. "Hello? Parker? You alright?"

"What?" Miss Parker looks around her bedroom realizing Jarod had just awaken her from a deep sleep. She cussed to herself.

"What?" She repeated. What the hell was happening here? It couldn't have been just a dream. Could it? Everything seemed real. His touch, the feel of his hands all over her. The feeling of him thrusting repeatedly in her. The tender words to each other. Was it just a visionary creation of her imagination?

"So, Miss Parker. Tell me what you dream at night," Jarod whispered into the telephone.

The End