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When she says this, I begin increasing my speed, gradually getting faster and rougher with her. She takes it perfectly, whimpering each time I bury myself. She turns my head and kisses me, her hot tongue against mine, and I feel goose bumps on my arms.
I feel my temperature rising as I move faster, blinded by my need to make the two of us feel good. I don't stop, thrusting harder into the woman I love. To my surprise, in the middle of this intense moment, Harlow pulls back to look at me. She traces my bottom lip with her thumb, smiling softly. It's a tender gesture, and the look in her eyes makes me feel better than any sexual stimulation ever could.
“Fuck,” I exclaim, my hips mercilessly jerking forward as I come. A wave of ecstasy takes me over, and I squeeze my eyes as I ride out the powerful climax. By the time I come down from the feeling, I’m sweating, overworked from the activity. Harlow pulls me close and presses her lips to mine. After, she wraps her arms around me in a hug, her lips by my ear.
As softly as a whisper, she makes me promise. “Promise me you’ll always be here for more.”
After everything she and I have been through in the past four months, I'm ready to stick around for anything. We deserve more moments like these, without the fear of drama rearing its ugly head in our lives and overturning everything we've worked toward.
I don’t even have to think about my answer. “I promise, baby.”
Epilogue
Harlow
I can’t believe the turn out of this party. I always knew Liam had a lot of supporters, but this… This is something else entirely. People have come from all over the country to attend the celebration of Dirty Little Secrets topping both the USA Today and New York Times Bestseller’s lists, and I can’t feel anything but pride for my fiancé. He worked hard on this novel, putting up with all of my changes and all the drama that surrounded our time working together. It was almost impossible to think that just six months ago, I’d been worried we wouldn’t be able to pull this off.
With Kristen’s advice to keep the drama out of our work, somehow, we’ve managed to become the perfect team. He writes all night while I edit. There’s something beautiful about being able to sit in a room with the man I love, not saying a word, but feeling comforted with just his presence by me.
For so long, I've been someone that likes my time alone. I tricked myself into thinking that I could only ever be happy if I were by myself, but since moving in with Liam, I've found that I much prefer having someone else there with me. Someone who can talk to me about the stress of authors not meeting deadlines, or something much simpler like the plot twist in a show I'm binge-watching. When he's with me, I feel like I'm home.
A woman with a tray of drinks passes me by, offering me one of the sparkly concoctions. I wish I could say yes, but I shake my head, instinctively touching my growing stomach. “Only four more months until I can drink again,” I say to myself.
Even to this day, I still can’t believe that this is who I am now. Last year, I was the woman that relished in being alone and turned her nose up at the idea of a husband and family. Now? I’ve already designed our nursery and Liam and I have set the wedding for next November. It all came so fast, and my head is still spinning. Mom couldn’t be any happier.
She walks toward me with a smile on her face and a plate of finger food in her hands. She offers me a mini sandwich, and I snatch it up, devouring it.
“Someone’s hungry,” she teases.
“I’m starving,” I groan. “This girl is going to be the death of me.”
Mom chuckles and pats my shoulder. “Just wait until she’s born and you have to take care of her.”
The idea is terrifying and exciting at the same time. I'm not prepared, but then again, who is? Such a life-changing development. I'll no longer be living for myself. I'll have a child to take care of, someone to worry about for the rest of my life. A beautiful little source of never-ending stress. I love her already.
“There’s nothing to be scared of,” another voice says. I turn around to see Britney and Andrew together. She’s carrying a plate of snacks provided by Tyler’s catering service. Having my brother cater was Liam’s idea. One of my biggest fears was that they wouldn’t get along, but everyone in my family has been so open to the idea of Liam joining the bunch and marrying into the family.
“Yeah, well that’s easy for you to say. Three kids and all,” I murmur.
“The first is always the scariest. By the time I had little Bryce, he might as well have walked the red carpet out of me. No fear whatsoever. I didn’t even need the needle,” she says.
It’s supposed to be reassuring, but I wince at the idea. Noticing my discomfort, Andrew quickly says,
“Just squeeze Liam’s hand if you need it. Britney almost broke my fingers when she gave birth, but she told me it helped a lot.”
The idea of Liam wincing trying to keep up with my vice-like grip makes me laugh. “I’ll be sure to tell him to wear a boxing glove,” I say.
Mom starts to say something else when Liam steps up beside us. He gives her a quick hug and then pulls me into his arms. “Sorry to interrupt,” he says, “but they want us on stage here in a minute or two.”
I nod and finish the last of the sandwich. “Are you nervous?” I ask.
He snorts. “Not at all. The designers did such a good job. I can’t wait for everyone else to see it.”
I can’t argue with that. Danika, the head designer at Midnight, created such a stunning cover for the follow-up to DLS. We’ve already got the first print framed in Liam’s office. I know without a doubt that the crowd is going to go wild when they see it.
Across the room, I see Kristen waving us over. “Showtime,” I say, patting Liam on the butt and walking toward Kristen. She hands Liam a microphone. Before he goes on stage, I stop him and smooth out his clothes. He can be so lax about presentation, and I want him to look the best he's ever looked when he announces the name and the cover of the second book in his series.
When Liam steps up on the small stage, everyone at the party cheers for him. I can't help but clap as well. He deserves this kind of ce
