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He shovels a forkful of pancake into his mouth and I slowly lower my hand, suddenly feeling a little nauseous.
“I’m sorry.”
“No one’s fault,” he says.
“For not being there.”
His eyes lift to mine. “Things were different back then.”
“I’m still sorry.”
He nods, a muscle in his cheek clenching.
“I’m here now,” I whisper.
“That’s what counts.” He gives me a small smile—one that doesn’t meet his eyes before he continues chewing.
“What’s it like with your dad now?”
“The same. He will never change. I avoid him as much as I can. He hangs around the construction site a bit. About the only place he can really socialise anymore. I stay out and work when he’s around.”
“You never go back to the house?”
“Nah. He’s always drunk and looking for a fight. He isn’t worth a moment of my time, honestly.”
“That’s awful,” I say sadly. “I’m sorry.”
Harley sighs, taking a long sip of his juice while simultaneously lifting his shoulder.
“Everyone has shit in their life. Some worse than others.”
I chew thoughtfully, and we finish our breakfast in silence. I pack up the plates and wash everything before packing them away.
“Thank you for a great breakfast,” I say, leaning up and kissing his nose.
“Any time.” He leans back down, capturing my lips in his. “You’re looking fantastic in my clothes, by the way.”
“They’re much more comfortable than my own.”
“Maybe you should wear them more often.” He smirks.
“I won’t contest that.” Stepping back, I grip the edge of his shirt, and peel it off my body. “But for now, I have to get ready.”
The cool air nips at my exposed breast and I feel my nipples pebble at the feel of it. Harley stares at me in the most hot and possessive way. I feel myself turning to liquid.
His fingers graze over my skin as he takes my breasts into his hands and massages them softly.
“You have the most beautiful body.” Leaning forward, he kisses along my shoulders. “Always have.”
Warmth spreads through my chest. He loved me when I hated myself.
I moan softly as his lips move up my neck. His tongue circles over the ticklish part of my skin and I convulse slightly. He bites me softly and I slide my hands over him in delight.
“That is such a turn on when you do that,” I whisper.
“Right here.” He kisses and massages my neck with his lips. “Has always been your sweet spot.” More pressure. “Other than …” Suddenly his hand is at my sex and his finger slides across my clit. “Here.”
I shudder as he runs circles over me. I tilt my head back and he grips my hips, pushing me off my feet and onto the bench. He widens my legs, and sinks down between them. He slides his tongue over me and I gasp at how good it feels. My legs quiver with anticipation and I hook them over his shoulders.
