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“Are you going to make me wait two days for an answer like you did when I asked you to be my girlfriend the first time?” I smile playfully, but deep down, her answer is important. I need to know we’re on the same page.
She giggles again. “I made you wait, didn’t I?”
“I remember you were such a prick tease.” I cross my arms over my chest and lean a hip on the desk.
Harper chokes on a laugh. “I was not!Iremember you had me naked on our first date.”
“But you wouldn’t have sex with me. Prick tease,” I joke.
Harper’s cheeks turn pink. I love that even after everything we’ve done together, she can still get embarrassed. “God, I really wanted to. I promised myself I wouldn’t be that kind of girl.”
“It didn’t take you long tobe‘that kind of girl’.” I grin.
“You were too good with your hands for me to resist.”
I reach out and clasp onto Harper’s hand, tugging her toward me to nestle between my legs. “Are you going to need two more days to answer me?” I need to know if she’d be willing to move to London. If she’s truly committed to this relationship.
Hooking her arms around my neck, she says, “Maybe I’ll waive the two-day period if you show me again how good you are with your hands first.”
I place my lips at her ear. “You already know how good I am with my hands. How good I kiss you—everywhere. You already know how good I fuck you.” Harper bites her bottom lip. Her body is trembling in my arms. “If you need reminding, I promised you I’d fuck you over my desk.”
Harper glides a finger across my lips. “Yes, please. Remind me.”
Cupping her face in my hands, I cover her mouth with a firm, quick, possessive kiss.Mine. Harper belongs to me. And she owns every part of me. She is it for me.
My erection is painfully hard against the zipper of my pants. I don’t have time for foreplay. Needing to be inside Harper now, I spin her around, splaying her palms flat on the desk, bending her over. With my foot, I nudge her legs apart.
Harper glances over her shoulder as I unzip my fly and release myself. Her gaze zones onto my cock as I fist it and slowly stroke. The heat shining from her eyes and the lick of her lips tells me what she’s thinking. She wants to kneel in front of me and take me into her mouth. I’d love so much for her to do that. But it’s going to have to wait. “Another time, baby. I need you now.”
The need to brand her as mine is strong. So barbaric. I don’t care. Lifting her skirt around her waist, I groan at the sight of her ass in a black, lacy thong. Like she knew this was going to happen today, she’s come prepared. Palming her cheeks, I then run my hand up her spine. Her back arches like a cat. My cock is so hot and heavy I can’t wait any longer. To be sure she’s ready, I slide two fingers inside her warm center. They come out dripping wet. Oh yeah, she’s ready.
Pushing her thong to the side, I grip her hips and slam inside her. Burying myself deep. Harper cries out, her sex clutching around me. “You’re mine, Harper,” I groan as I thrust in and out. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she pants. “I’ll always be yours.”
Her words slam into me, making me harder than I ever thought possible. Clutching at her hips, I drive into her harder, faster, until I feel her orgasm build. I pick up speed, hammering into her. Not caring about finesse. She presses back on me, and with a long groan, her body spasms. Oh God, she feels good. Seconds later, I pour my release into her. When I get my breathing under control and my body stops trembling, I pull out of her and adjust her thong and skirt.
She turns around. Pulling me in for a kiss against my lips, she says, “Yes. I’ll move to London with you.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
HARPER
WhenIarriveatwork the next morning and step from the elevator into the office foyer, my colleagues, who are focused on the elevator doors, all slump with disappointment. “Wow, don’t look so excited to see me,” I joke.
They give me a quick hello and focus their attention back on the elevator.
I see Tamara walking out of her office and stop her before she hurries off. “Why is everyone staring at the elevator? Is the King of England arriving?”
Tamara clasps her hands under her chin and beams. “Better than the king. Portia Livingstone is on her way.”
“The movie star?”
Tamara’s orange glasses propped on the tip of her nose almost fall off her face as she nods with excitement. “Yep.”
Portia Livingstone, featured in multiple blockbuster movies is Hollywood’s highest-paid female actor. I can understand why everyone is so excited to see her. I wouldn’t mind getting a glimpse of her too.
“Why is she coming here?” I ask.
