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Oh yes. I will.
Heat pools low in my belly and my nipples pucker and ache. I want and need just as he does. I want his control. I want his revenge. I want his anger. I want it all right here, right in this moment. I suck him deep and hard. I suck him and clutch him and move up and down him.
“Yes,” he murmurs. “Deeper, Harper.”
Harper.
I have no idea why him using my name right now has me on the verge of orgasm, but it does. I’ve never been this wet and hot from giving a blow job. My lips tighten around his shaft, and I slide all the way to my fingers where they grip him. He thrusts into my mouth and a salty-sweet taste touches my tongue. He’s close. He’s right there where I want him and I pump my hand against his next thrust, and repeat. Again. Again. And then again until the muscles of his thigh that are now under my palm lock up, even as his fingers tighten in my hair.
“Deeper,” he demands again. “More.”
More.
He wants more, and more works for me. My breasts are heavy, my sex dripping, I’m so very wet.
I pump my hand again and stroke my tongue low and high. He pumps into my mouth and then he’s shuddering, the salty taste of his release exploding in my mouth, a low groan sliding from his lips. And incredulously, I come. I come with him and I didn’t know thatwas possible, but I do. And when it’s over, my forehead is on his stomach, my body weak. The next thing I know, I’m on my feet, Eric’s hands on my shoulders, his eyes locked with mine.
“If you’re trying to make me fall in love with you, Harper, it’s working, but that doesn’t save my father or that family. You can’t save them. Not this time.” He sets me away from him and this time when he heads for the door, I can’t stop him.
I whirl around just in time to watch him exit the room.
Chapter fifty-nine
Harper
He’s falling in love with me. I’m shellshocked at his confession but I don’t allow myself to revel in his words. I don’t stand in the bedroom and hope for the best. I’m out of the room and on Eric’s heels in the blink of an eye. I don’t call after him, though. Not yet. Not with a houseful of people and I doubt I’ll stop him at this point anyway. He believes he’s protecting me. Now, I need to protect him. He clears the stairs before I do and by the time I’m around the corner, Eric is following the Walker team toward the front door.
Now I call out. “Eric!”
Much to my relief, he stops walking but he doesn’t turn, tension tracking his shoulders down to his fingers where they curl into his palms at his sides. I’m not discouraged. I hurry forward and I step in front of him, planting my hand over his chest, holding him right here with me. “Where are you going?”
“You knew I needed to talk to the Walker team.”
“Talk? Just talk? Or make plans that you can’t come back from?” I don’t give him time to reply. “Promise me you won’t take any permanent actions until we can talk.”
“We already talked,” he replies, his expression inscrutable. “And you know where Walker falls in all of this.”
“That’s not even close to a promise. I need a promise, Eric.”
There’s a flex in his jaw before he’s suddenly dragging me to him, his hands firmly on my waist. “Bastards don’t make promises they actually keep.”
“Then don’t be a bastard, because we both know that’s your choice. You told me your promises matter.”
“I swear to you, princess, ifyou—”
“Don’t finish that sentence and turn yourself into a bastard by choice. If you do, we’re going to end up fighting right here in the middle of all these men. I’m trying to protect you.”
“What the hell do you think I’m trying to do for you?”
“Protect me. I know that.I know. Make the promise.”
He cups my head and kisses me. “I promise,” he says. “For you.Onlyfor you.” His voice is low, gravelly. Rough. “I won’t be long.”
I don’t get to ask him where he’s going or what he’s doing. He sets me aside and heads for the door, but I let him leave this time. He made a promise and I trust him to keep it. The door opens and shuts behind me and that’s when I find myself in the spotlight. Grayson and Davis are standing in the living room, watching me.
“That was something to observe,” Davis comments.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, confused.
