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Sounds like a perfect plan.
Harrison places a hand firmly on my lower back and steers me to the SUV. The touch electrifies me because I know what’s going to happen tonight.
At least I know what I want to happen. I have no doubt Harrison is an amazing fuck. He exudes sexual energy, and the hungry way he’s been looking at me whenever he zeroes in on me gives me very high hopes.
I always go for older men whenever I go out looking for a hookup. I never explain my desires, though. Sometimes it works out perfectly without me having to do so, and others not so much.
I have no idea if I should tell Harrison that I—
“What are you thinking so hard about?” he asks. His voice, and his hand on my thigh, indecently high, halt my thoughts.
I look at him, and of course I won’t tell him what I’m thinking about while we’re in the car with one of his employees, but I try my hardest to convey my need for him with my eyes. He smirks at me when I grip his hand hard, then lifts my hand and kisses my knuckles.
“Where to?” Matt asks.
“Home,” Harrison says simply.
* * *
When we crossthe main door of Harrison’s home, we don’t go left like we did earlier today, he leads me to the back of the house, behind the staircase, to an elevator. We step in silently, and he places me right in front of him, his hands on my hips after he presses the button for the fourth floor.
Once the elevator starts going up, he closes the tiny gap between our bodies, and I feel the unmistakable hardness right against my ass. A whimper leaves my lips without my permission, and it turns into a moan when he bends down to kiss my neck. Seeing him holding me possessively in the reflection of the silver doors has my cock hardening quickly.
When the doors open silently, I step out into what looks like another living room. Hardwood floors, walls still white with colorful paintings, a plush deep blue couch in front of a huge flat screen. There’s also a big desk and a floor-to-ceiling bookcase covering one corner of the room.
Harrison hasn’t let go of my hips. “This is my floor,” he explains. “No one will disturb us here.”
“That’s good to know,” I muse out loud since I know his mother is somewhere in this palace as well.
“Do you want me to show you around or do you want to go straight to my bedroom?” he asks point blank, and I appreciate his bluntness.
“Bedroom,” I say in a gruff voice.
“Thank fuck,” he mutters and turns my body to the right where there’s a double door, his hand is now pressing hard on my back to get me moving. I tell myself to reach for the handle, but my stupid hands won’t listen to me.
“What is it?” he asks, no trace of impatience in his tone.
“I—” I have to swallow hard because I think I need to tell him.I want to tell him.“There’s certain things I…” I trail off. No, I can’t actually say the words.
“That you like? Sexually, you mean?” I close my eyes tightly even though I’m not even facing him and nod. “Will you tell me? Or do you want me to guess?”
I let out a short laugh because his question sounded serious. Like he’d stop everything and try to guess my kinks without a single complaint. “I want to tell you, but…”
“You’re embarrassed?” he guesses it on the first try. Another nod is all the answer I can give him. It’s not as simple as being embarrassed, though. It’s also about the way other men have made me feel in the rare instances when I’ve had this conversation before.
“Why don’t we go in, and you can take all the time you need to decide if you want to tell me or not? If you don’t want me to guess, then we’ll fuck missionary.” The humor in his tone has tension releasing inside my chest.
“Okay.”
My hand isn’t useless anymore, and I’m silently impressed by what I see when I open the door. A huge bed with a white duvet, and about a million pillows piled on top. Another big ass TV. To my right, two huge windows look out to the back of the property. On the opposite wall, there are two doors, my guess is one goes to a bathroom and the other to a walk-in closet.
“What do you think about a shower?” he asks while my back is still to him. I take a deep breath and turn around.
“I want you to use me,” I blurt out quickly before I lose my nerve.
Harrison only smiles, predatory but also… proud. At least I think that’s pride in his eyes.
“Do you?” he asks teasingly while he steps toward me and doesn’t stop until we’re completely pressed chest-to-chest.
