It's true. I'm so fucking in love with her, I can't stand it.
"Have fun at dance practice!" Tye calls, sending everyone into another round of hysterical laughter.
I cannot believe they dragged their asses out of bed at five in the morning on vacation just to fuck with me. Actually, scratch that. With Sophie leading the charge, I absolutely can believe it.
I flip him off over my shoulder, carrying her down the hall and then through the double doors that lead to the conference rooms and ballroom.
"You're making me dizzy!" she complains.
She's full of shit, but I flip her upright anyway, settling her in my arms. She rewards me by thumping me in the center of the forehead.
"Mighty brave move for a woman about to get spanked, baby," I murmur, stomping into the ballroom. It's a massive space, made for dancing. I can immediately see why she's been practicing in here. I shove a chair up against the doors to block them so no one can get inside.
"You are not spanking me, Harlan."
"Watch me," I growl, flipping her onto her stomach over a podium sitting on a raised dais in the corner.
"Harlan!" she screeches, trying to buck out of my hold, but there's no chance of that happening. I pin her easily, ripping her shorts down her legs. Even though she's fighting me, she can't hide the way she pushes her ass back against me, like she's begging me to slap it already.
My hand lands against one round cheek.
"You asshole!" she shouts.
"That was for being so fucking perfect," I growl, planting my lips against her ear. And then I smack her ass again, harder this time. "That one was for making my dick this hard in a goddamn leotard."
She moans, pushing back against me again.
"And this one…" I rub her cheek before I slap it again. "Is for the hell I'm going to catch from Tye, Briggs, and my team for the rest of my goddamn life."
"You love it," she gasps.
She's right. I do. And I love the way she's face down over this podium even more.
I yank her leotard to the side, praying to God there are no cameras in here. If there are, I'm going to be bribing the security crew to destroy the tape before the morning is over.
"Harlan," she moans when I run my knuckle across her drenched folds.
"You want me to eat you?" I ask, parting her slit to play with her swollen clit. Christ, she's so ready for me, she's already soaking my hand.
"No. I want you inside me."
How the fuck I'm supposed to manage that in a tutu and a leotard, I have no idea, but I'm nothing if not inventive. I kick my way free of the tutu, then step back, practically ripping my way free of the leotard.
It's around my knees when I push my way into her, watching the way she stretches around my cock.
"Jesus. I could watch this forever, Sophie," I groan. "You're so pretty when you're stretched around me."
"Harlan, please," she whimpers.
I fuck her hard, the podium rattling under her with every thrust. My hand fists in her hair, yanking her head up, so her back bows and her tits are crushed against the wood, her face angled toward mine. I want to watch her face when I make her lose it.
Her eyes are wild, her lips parted, her breath coming in helpless little moans. I feel every one of them in my bones.
"Look at you," I tell her, my voice rough. "You love getting fucked on stage like this."
She doesn't deny it. She can't.
She's too busy trying to take every inch I give her, her hips rocking back to meet mine, greedy for every thrust.
