AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Then there are the weird congratulatory ones, the request for interviews, and the calls from my parents that I have been avoiding.”
I sigh, feeling guilty for everything. If I didn’t need her to solve a problem that came from my choices, then Harper wouldn’t be in this mess.
“I’m sorry,” I offer. “For altering your life. I said I would take care of everything, but it’s starting to look like I’m incompetent.”
“No,” she shakes her head. “You’ve done well. There are no creeps taking pictures outside my windows, and I haven’t received any death threats yet. So all in all not so bad.”
“I should be able to do more. It is my job to—"
My thoughts disappear as Harper presses her lips to mine. It takes a second for reality to kick in, and when it does, my lips part greedily, and I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to my body. Harper moans softly as I caress the small of her back before sliding lower to fully cup her ass.
I mold her body to mine as I rock my hips forward so the evidence of my arousal rests just above her core.
“What are we doing?” Harper murmurs.
“I’m kissing you, and I don’t want to stop,” I respond.
“Me too.” She whimpers when my lips leave hers, and I go for her neck, using my fingers as a necklace while leaving love bites in a slow trail.
“What do we do then?”
“Do you mind that I don’t have…protection?”
She makes a sound. “Mm..no?”
I pull back to look at her eyes. “You don’t? I might not be able to hold myself back, Harper. Being inside you is enough to make any man lose his sanity, and I don’t think I’ve regained mine since the first time we had sex.”
Harper laughs as she smacks my chest playfully. “You say a lot of cheesy lines.”
And I mean every word, but I don’t know how to tell you that.
I watch as she steps back, a little confused. It starts to make sense as Harper walks up to the door, closes it, opens it again, and turns around with a smirk playing on her lips.
“Since you rented the entire place, nobody is coming in here, right, so the door can stay open.”
My head bobs of its own accord. Then my mouth goes dry as she begins to take off her clothes, piece by piece, layer by layer until there is nothing left. Her hand slides down from her neck to her breasts.
I groan harshly when her hands cup them, and she plays with her nipples while her eyes are fixed on me.
When I take a step forward, Harper puts her hand out.
“Stay there. I want to do this. I…before I met you, I wouldn’t have sex if it wasn’t in the bedroom. But you make me feel sexy, Gabriel. I see your desk, and I think of how good the view would be if you bent me over. We play golf, and I wonder how fast a restroom quickie would be.”
Fuck.
If she keeps talking, I might blow it from the mental images in my head.
The same images I have spent many nights masturbating to.
“Hell,” I curse and swallow hard when one of Harper’s hands reaches down between her parted legs.
“But that’s not all,” she goes on, and I feel my hold on control falter as one finger slips in. “You make me want to show you how I do it privately. How I think about you when you’re not there.”
“Show me then,” I whisper in her ear. “Lead the way.”
Chapter 21
Harper
