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It was only then that I realized I’d just fucked her only a few offices down from her father’s.
Holy. Shit.
“I don’t want to move,” I whispered.
Her fingers moved lazily as she played with the hair at the nape of my neck. Just having her touch me, anywhere, was fucking amazing.
“Neither do I. Please tell me that wasn’t a dream.”
I chuckled. “It wasn’t a dream.”
She was the first to pull back, our eyes meeting. “We have a lot to talk about.”
I nodded. “We do.”
“Are you angry with me?”
“No.”
She chewed on her lip. “About Ms. Seaside, I mean.”
“I know what you meant.” Glancing around, I saw some tissues on the floor. Reaching for them, I grabbed a few and slowly pulled out of her. Dropping to my knees, I began to clean her body.
Her knuckles were white as she gripped the desk. When I looked up, her eyes were closed.
“Does that feel good?”
She nodded. I knew I could easily make her come again, but I wanted to save some for later.
I stood, and she opened her eyes, then looked down at my still-somewhat-hard cock. She ran her tongue over her lips, and I moaned.
“Harlee, you have no idea how many nights I’ve dreamed of your mouth wrapped around my dick.”
Her gaze shot up to mine, and she smiled. “I can make that happen, you know.”
Tucking myself back into my boxers, I zipped my jeans and fastened the only button. “Tonight.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
“Come here,” I said, helping her off the desk.
Harlee held onto my shoulders as I helped her slip her jeans back on.
“My legs feel like jelly,” she giggled and stumbled once she let go and stood up straight. Reaching for her shoes, she looked over at the sofa on the other side of her office.
“That might have been more comfortable for you,” I said, lacing my fingers with hers and guiding her over to it.
“I wouldn’t change a thing. That was incredible.”
I winked and sat down, pulling her down next to me. “It did. And I’m already counting down to when we can do that again. But slower.”
Her teeth dug into her lip as her cheeks turned pink. I loved that she knew what she wanted sexually and wasn’t afraid to express it, but seeing her blush made me fall even more head over heels for her. Harlee might know what she wanted, but there was a soft, sweet side to her. A side that cared so damn much for other people, it was still a little strange for me to wrap my head around the fact that she was Ms. Seaside.
After helping her don her cute little rubber boat shoes, I pulled her onto my lap. Harlee buried her head against my chest, and we sat there for the longest time in silence before she took a deep breath and exhaled.
“My father wrote that special edition article off of one I’d written a few months back. I was never going to print it because it was all made up in my head.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’d just broken up with Thomas, and I ran into you on the pier. Do you remember that?”
“After the New Year?”
She nodded as she ran her finger over a pattern on my T-shirt. “I wanted you to kiss me so badly that day. I daydreamed about you pulling me into your arms and…well…like I said, it was written more out of a fantasy than anything. I thought about printing it, but it would have been a blatant lie. My father must have been looking around in my work computer and found it. He changed it quite a bit…and that’s what he printed. I’m so sorry, Brax. I’m so sorry for everything.”
I pulled her closer and tightened my arms around her.
“When did you find out?” she asked. “How did you find out?”
I smiled and kissed her head. “It was an article Palmer showed me. You’re actually going to laugh when I tell you.”
Drawing back, Harlee looked at me with a soft smile. “Tell me.”
“It was when you mentioned the year Seaside was founded. That’s when I suspected you were writing the column.”
Her brows drew down in confusion. “Why?”
“The night we spent together, we talked about everything and anything.”
Softening her face, she nodded in agreement. “We did.”
“You told me the town was founded in 1762, but everyone else said 1763, because that was when they officially named it Seaside. But the real year was the one before. So, when Ms. Seaside said 1762, I instantly knew it was you.”
She slowly shook her head. “Wow. I can’t believe that. I’m usually so careful with what I say. Although, I think I said something about knowing Deacon, and Palmer jumped all over that.”
I laughed. “Yes, that’s when she came to me to help her find out Ms. Seaside’s identity. Anyway, I started to put some things together, and you mentioned something about the lighthouse. I went on a Tuesday, waited all day…and saw you.”
