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Chapter Fourteen
Latham
I sneak back into my apartment, using the back entrance from the alley so I don’t have to deal with my dad, and set the bags down on the counter. Though I’m anxious to get back in bed with Sleeping Beauty, I head to the bathroom to hit the head. Just as I’m starting to zip up, I hear a thump in my room. I pause for a second and listen, not hearing another noise. Maybe I just imagined it…
Washing my hands, I hear the door smacking the wall across the way. I barely have time to dry the water from my hands. As I open the door, I encounter Harper’s back, making a break for the front door.
“Going somewhere?” I ask, leaning my hip against the doorway and watching the way her luscious backside moves in her black pants.
She startles, whipping around and facing me. “Oh, I thought you left.”
“Which is what you were doing, apparently,” I state, shoving my hands into my pockets to keep from reaching for her. My cock is already hard and ready for round two.
“I have to go back to work,” she states, crossing her arms over her chest. My mouth starts to water.
“You were sneaking out.”
“Was not!”
“Were too. You were slipping away again, but this time, I wasn’t sleeping.” Her eyes widen in recollection. Direct hit.
“You were the one to leave first,” she sputters, stammering for a rebuttal. She hates being wrong or called out. My little pistol has to be right, all the time.
“I went to get dinner,” I answer, grabbing my shirt and pulling it over my head.
Her eyes instantly drop to my bare chest. “What are you doing?” she whispers.
“I’m going to show you exactly why you don’t sneak out of someone’s house.” I shove my shorts down to my ankles and kick off my tennis shoes. Her eyes follow my every move, especially when I push my boxer briefs toward the floor. “Turn around.” Her eyes are wide and her jaw drops, but she doesn’t hesitate. Harper slowly turns around at my command.
I take in the sight of her ass before grabbing the hem of her shirt and gently pulling it over her head. It’s dry, which tells me she threw it in the dryer for a few minutes before getting dressed. Tossing it on the floor beside me, I realize it looks just as good on the floor the second time as it did the first. Reaching around, I unbutton her work pants and give them a little push as well. “Where are your panties, Sweetheart?” I whisper in her ear, making her entire body shiver.
“I…I don’t know. I didn’t see them when I was getting ready.” I can hear the excitement, the anticipation in her voice.
“So there’s a red lace thong in this apartment somewhere? Do you have any idea how hot that is?” She shrugs her response as I unclasp her bra. My hands are slow and deliberate as I slide them down her arms, removing the last scrap of material from her body.
When I step forward, pressing my hard, hot body against hers, I feel goose bumps pepper her soft skin. She shifts her ass, rubbing it against my swollen cock, short-circuiting my brain (the big one, not the small one making all my current decisions). I run my nose against her shoulder and up her neck, inhaling the scent of jasmine and vanilla as I go. She smells so fucking good.
“I’m going to fuck you. Do I need to suit up?” I murmur, running my tongue against the pulse point in her neck.
“What?” she gasps, arching into my body.
“Condom, Harper. Do I need a condom?”
“No. Just do it.”
“It?” I ask with a whisper, running both of my hands down her arms.
“Me, jackass. Just fuck me already,” she growls, wiggling her ass against my cock once more.
“My pleasure,” I agree as I align myself with her wet pussy. I’m fully seated in one thrust, her tightness wrapping around me and refusing to let go.
This. This right here. This is the best fucking feeling ever. Her body wrapped around me like a glove, so fucking hot and wet I practically lose my mind with desire. My movements are precise and hard, a reminder of how good we are together and why you don’t sneak out of my bed while I’m not there. “If you would have left, you would be missing out on this epic orgasm, Sweetheart,” I remind just before thrusting hard into her body. Her palms are flat against the wall as she braces for impact.
“Awfully cocky, aren’t we?”
“It’s more of a promise,” I tell her. “You do want to come, don’t you? Or should I just stop now?” I ask, slowly retreating from her body.
“No! Don’t stop,” she hollers, pushing back against me and taking me all the way in once more. “Just…don’t stop.” Her words are a gasp, a plea.
