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She fisted handfuls of his thick hair as his lips kissed her pussy. Her mouth hung open, and she stared across the room without seeing any of it as his fingers and tongue began a new exploration.
“Oh my—Harper?”
She let her head drop back on a groan as he filled her. Was that his fingers? His tongue? Did she care?
“Right there!” She did her best to be quiet, but the words felt torn from her.
Robin tossed her head back against the wall. Her thigh muscles began to quiver. She shifted her hips in time to his movements.
“Yes,” she whispered.
His lips pressed a kiss to her clit, right before he sucked. Her spine bowed, and she opened her mouth. Only a squeak escaped before she slapped her hand over her face to muffle the moan rising up out of her. It sounded inhuman.
Her insides tightened all at once, like a last-ditch effort to catch herself before she fell off a cliff. And then it was endless falling, all while her body rippled with pleasure. She tingled from head to toe, the sensation drawn out by the continued ministrations of Harper’s mouth.
What was he doing to her? Did he intend to ruin her for all other men? How was this fair?
She whimpered and pushed up on tip-toe in an effort to get away from him. His hold on her tightened, but his touch turned gentler.
Robin tugged on his hair. “Stop. Stop, Harper. Oh—fuck.”
She sucked down air as her body seemed to come apart again.
Was that…two? Two orgasms?
He stroked her long and slow, teasing the sensation out for as long as possible before easing away from her.
Robin sagged against the wall, staring down at him with new wonder.
He couldn’t be real. There was no way this man was genuine. Except her dreams didn’t fuck her within an inch of sanity.
Harper stood up smoothly and once more pressed his body to hers while she was still off-balance from having two feet again. He took her hands and held them in his against the wall on either side of her.
“You taste sweet,” he whispered.
Her face flamed hot.
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
“Is making me blush your new hobby?” she asked.
“My new favorite one.”
“Is that what this was about?”
“No. This was about you.” He pressed another kiss to her forehead.
Her how? What did that even mean?
While she was busy pondering that question and remaining upright, Harper scooped her up in his arms. She tensed, but after the other night at his apartment, she knew better than to protest.
He carried her to the plush center sofa and laid her down. She tugged her long T-shirt down to cover herself, but she needn’t have worried. Harper grabbed a blanket off the end chair and spread it out over her. She couldn’t exactly stay pantsless in the theater room, but she also wasn’t about to move any time soon. As if he knew what she was thinking, he brought her wadded-up leggings and panties to her and set them on the carpet.
“I’ll be right back,” he said softly.
Robin stretched out, luxuriating in the languid feel of her body.
Why did she have to meet Harper right now?
