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“Yes. You will.” I kiss her hard. “Do it, now, babe.” I smack her jiggling tit. “You fucking hear me.” I slap her nipple. “Come, my feisty little fighter.”
“No!” Her back arches. “You suck!”
“You like the way I suck.” I grin down into her blazing eyes. “Especially here.” I run my thumb over her swollen clit. “And here.” I pinch her nipple tight. “Admit it.” I pull on her rigid bead.
“Yes!” She squirms. “I like it. Don’t stop! Don’t you sto—”
“Yeah! That’s my good girl.” Her pussy grips my fingers. I got her. “Fuck yeah, babe.”
Her body convulses in a chain of spasms beneath my touch. She cries out, still fighting to break free. It lasts for a stretch of many long seconds, filled with sounds of satisfaction and desire.
My motions slow with hers until she’s lying still, eyes closed and panting. I swear, I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than the glow on Harper James after she comes.
She’s breathtaking.
I palm her face. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I whisper.
Her eyes open. They stare up at me. She doesn’t say anything. There’s no need. I read it in her eyes.
Her breathing returns to normal.
“So I’ve cured what ails you?”
“Yes.” She smirks. “You fucking did! Thank you,” she hisses.
“You’re welcome.” I untie her wrists, then do the same to her ankles. “There.” I stand. “You’re free.” I hold out my hands.
“I don’t know about that,” she says under her breath as she sits up. “But I need that shower after all.” She gets off the bed.
With shaky legs, she walks out of the bedroom.
I need to reach inside my jeans and yank on my cock until I cure what ails me. But I promised myself I wouldn’t surrender to what I feel for Harper James.
Not until I know her story.
Because until that happens, we can’t start a new one together.
Something is holding her back. It may be because of the escort service, but I’m not buying it. There’s more to it. Something has hurt her. Someone. And until I hurdle the truth, I refuse to let us be about sex.
I refuse to be a distraction for her. A replacement for her pain. She needs to deal with her past so she can move on with her future. And if I have anything to do with it, it will be with me.
She might be able to block my intuitions when it comes to her, but she can’t block the way I feel about her. Especially in such a short time. It’s not a coincidence we met. I’m a firm believer that everything happens for a reason.
Brett’s right. I’m a romantic. I just didn’t realize it until I met Harper. Letting myself imagine my life with anyone was always off-limits. How could I with the escort service?
Although the circumstances were fucked up, Brett was lucky when he met Cassie. She knew about his secret. He didn’t have to hide anything from her. She accepted and understood why he was a part of the escort service. I don’t think he would’ve settled down with anyone if she hadn’t come along. And he didn’t settle with her. They belong together. She came into his life when she was supposed to.
It validates my firm belief that there’s no such thing as coincidences.
A few minutes later, my hard-on wanes, and my thoughts run their fucked-up course, slamming into walls and jumping over what-ifs. I finish the race, resting in my bed and staring at the ceiling. Seeing it for what it is, plaster and paint.
Harper enters the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her.
She lifts her phone. “Willa called. She needs me to go to the center on Tuesday to meet one of her sponsors. They contribute a lot to the center.”
I stare up at her, perceiving a fight if I deny her. “Okay. I’ll make sure you get there.”
“Is that one of your bullshit ‘okays,’ or can I count on you to keep your word?”
