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“Noah!” Her entire body moves under me, shoulders pressed to the table, hips lifting in my grip.
The cry of her voice flips a switch in me. I have to go deeper, harder, wilder. I have to leave my stamp on her.
I need to make her forget about any man who came before me.
I don’t know why and I don’t question the urge. Time for that later. I devote my entire being to merging with Harlow, withdrawing as quickly as possible, then shuttling in again with all my breath and might. The rhythm takes hold of my body. The table starts to shake with every plunge deep. Everything inside me is attuned to her—to the flush rising across her skin, to the light sheen of perspiration now covering her torso, to the twist of her full lips as the pleasure breaks her down.
Watching her is stunning. Impactful. But I need her closer. I need our mouths colliding as our bodies do. I need to invade her in every way at once that I can.
I’m trying to get enough of her. I’m beginning to think that’s not possible.
Still, I’m compelled to try, so I scoop her up, ignoring her startled yelp. Before she’s even finished the sound, I’ve taken the few steps across the room to back her against the wall and press myself into her. I slant my mouth over hers, lifting her up my aching cock. Then I let gravity work in my favor. She takes me even farther inside her, and I’m happily going where I suspect no man has ever gone before. Because this penetration is unlike anything I’ve ever felt—or even imagined in my wildest fantasies. I’m probing her depths and hitting a spot that has her tensing and clawing and panting into me. Her fingernails dig into my skin, leaving a trail of fire. Her lips part wide with euphoric bliss that transforms her face.
God, she’s beautifully sexy. All woman.
Mine. I feel that possessive impulse again.
I cover her mouth once more, pushing my tongue inside even as I shove my cock deep, using my whole body to push her against the wall so I can gain leverage, immobilize her, have her body entirely at my disposal.
“Pinch your nipples,” I demand between kisses.
Harlow reaches one hand between us to roll and tug on a hard bead, even as she uses the other to anchor herself around my neck and ride me like a surfer on towering waves roaring up to the coastline. She puts her whole body into our pleasure, gripping me with her thighs, gyrating her hips, eating her way up my neck and back to my mouth.
Shit, she’s doing way more to me than merely rocking my world.
As the pinnacle of my pleasure crests and I swallow the frantic wail of her shattering climax, I feel her pulse around me like a vise. My body short-circuits. I lose the ability to focus on anything except Harlow and emptying myself inside her—body, soul, and something else that’s totally new. Something that feels dangerous.
But I’m too far gone to care. The only thing that matters is spilling inside her and hoping that she’ll beg me to do it again.
As our movements slow and our breathing begins to even out, she blinks and focuses on me. “Oh, my god. What was that?”
“The most amazing thing I’ve ever felt,” I admit.
“You’re not kidding. Sex hasneverbeen like this for me.”
Part of me loves the ego trip. Another part is rejoicing at being her best. But there’s a sliver that can’t stand the thought of her remembering sex with any other guy. “Ditto, baby. You’re amazing.”
She gives me a tired smile. “We’re amazing together. Sex has been dull the last couple of years, so this is perfect.”
I want to know why…and yet I don’t. But curiosity wins out as I disentangle our bodies and set her on her feet. “Why the last couple of years in particular?”
Harlow shrugs and looks like she’s choosing her words. She seems suspiciously focused on my Adam’s apple—or anything that keeps her from meeting my stare. “You know… School stress, chaotic college life, immature idiots. I just never felt like myself with anyone before. Thanks.”
I’m getting to her. It’s a relief to know I’m not the only one feeling something besides arousal and tingling genitals. Yes, we’re talking about sex, but the soft surprise in her expression tells me she’s stunned by our connection. Like I am.
Where is it going?
I don’t know. And I don’t have to right now. But I need time with her. I need to spend my mornings, noons, and nights with this woman until I figure out what’s going on between us. I can only keep her here with the promise of employment and good sex for so long. No, she hasn’t made any noise about leaving, but I want to lock her down so that packing her bags and heading out before I’m ready to let her go is impossible.
“Shit!” Suddenly, she hobbles off, holding her inner thigh.
I follow with a frown. “Harlow?”
“I’m dripping…you. I’m so used to a condom.”
Me, too. But I’m kind of smiling as she dips into the powder bath and slams the door.
Feeling like a supreme sex god, I exhale with satisfaction and make my way to the home office. My lawyer is in New York. It’s well into morning for him. Maybe he’s already had a chance to put together the paperwork I asked him for yesterday. Sure enough, there’s a small stack of pages on my printer/fax. Greedily, I grab the pages up and scan.
