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“We don’t know each other.”
“We have a lifetime for that,” I counter.
“Do you propose marriage to all the women gullible enough to have sex with you in your office?”
I place a finger under her chin, lifting her face. The regret staring back at me pisses me off. “Care to repeat that?”
“How many women have you sexed in this office?”
“Harper," I warn.
“What do you do, give Glenda a bonus to slip off and ignore our screams of pleasure?”
“You really on some shit right now.”
“Tell me the truth, Liam. I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”
I flip her over, pinning her against the couch. Her legs wrap my waist without hesitation. Her brain is fighting us, but her body knows what’s up. “Stop fighting us, and trust yourself.” I’m pissed at her words.
“Get off me.” She pushes against my chest. “I shouldn’t have—”
“What let me taste you?” Her eyes cloud in a sexual haze. “You damn right. Because you’re mine now, Harper.”
She pushes again, and I sit back. I let my words sink in. She jumps up pulling her dress down.
“You really are something else.” She squares off her shoulders.
I laugh at the balls on this fine ass woman, still kicking and itching for a fight. “Thank you, Harper.”
I see a slight smile on her lips. “For what you incredulous man?”
“I know our marriage will never be boring.” I lick my lips for emphasis. I’m not backing down, and neither is she and I feel life pumping through my veins. This is like the ultimate high. “How about round two?”
“Dream on.” She spins on her heels. “I’m going to lunch.”
“I’ll be here since I already ate.” Harper looks mortified, and I pounce, pinning her body against the door. My hands on either side of her head. “I love you.”
“And I think you’re insane. You’re in lust, yes. Love? I don’t believe it.” She wiggles under me.
“Tasting your sweet—”
“Liam!”
“I can eat it but I can’t—”
“Behave!” I see the hint of laughter in her eyes.
I’m a goner for this woman. It’s a done deal. Is the sex part of it? Hell yes! But it’s her. One minute she’s riding my face, the next she’s riding my ass. I’ll never have a dull moment with her. And she makes me feel alive. I don’t need months or years to tell me Harper is meant for me.
“What if I don’t want to behave? I can’t behave around you. Not when I know you don’t have panties on under that dress. Or I smell the scent of you on my face. Or when I remember how good it felt to be inside you.”
She gasps. Our eyes meet. Then I whisper in her ear, “How about I save us the trouble? I’ll gas up the plane, fly you to Vegas, and have you back before your lunch break is over.”
“What about—”
I pull back searching her eyes for the truth. “Baby don’t ever play poker. Your eyes give you away.” I caress the side of her face.
“What are they saying now?” Her voice is firm.
