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“Cold?” She looked out the window. The trees were orange and red. She hadn’t left the house in weeks, and she’d been hot all the time. She’d been dressing like it was summer, but it was fall.
“I suggest you put on a pair of jeans and a sweater, but I insist you wear this.” He grabbed her coat from the closet and held it out to her. “And shoes. I’ll go get you a pair.” He turned and walked into the bedroom. He came back out carrying a pair of her tennis shoes.
“Blue? You brought me my blue shoes? I’m wearing pink and gray.”
“So? Your hair is uncombed and you’re wearing your pajamas, but you want your shoes to match?”
“You’re such a man.” It wasn’t a compliment.
“Okay. What color shoes do you want me to get.” Again he used that soft, sane voice that made her want to shake him.
“Forget it.” She walked across the living room and snatched the shoes from his hand.
“No. I’ll get you another pair. I just don’t want to make the same horrible mistake again and grab the wrong color. So, please tell me which shoes you want.”
“These are fine.” She sat on the couch. “It doesn’t matter anyway. You never listen and if you do you don’t understand.” Suddenly her desire for food disappeared and all she felt was sadness again. She dropped the shoes and covered her face with her hands as she started to cry.
“Fuck. I’m sorry.” He sat next to her. “I’ll get you whatever shoes you want. We can buy more. One in every color.”
“I…I don’t wa-want more shoes.” She sobbed.
“What do you want? Tell me.” He stared at her like she’d gone nuts.
“I…I don’t know.” She leaned toward him.
He sat there for a minute before slowly putting his arms around her and pulling her close. She cried harder because she couldn't stop from melting into his strong body. He smelled so good, and she felt so safe with him. She’d missed this—his strength, his comfort. Her tears subsided as she ran her hand up his chest. He was so hard and strong. She slid her hand down and then up again, loving the feel of his muscles, hidden like a sexy secret beneath his shirt.
CHAPTER 11: Harker
Harker tried really hard to think of something besides Alison's hand running up and down his chest. He’d pulled her into his arms to comfort her not to have sex with her, but his body didn’t care. It’d been weeks since he’d touched her. Weeks since she’d let him even get near her and now, her hand was getting dangerously close to his cock which was growing at an astounding speed.
Soon, she’d realize how aroused he was and then she’d yell at him for being such a man before hiding in her room until the damn baby was born. This was fate fucking with him again. When he’d been a kid, all he’d wanted was for his mom to stop using drugs and alcohol. Fate had answered his wish by killing her. Then he’d wanted Alison to see him as a man and now, that was all she saw.
“Alison.” He grabbed her hand, holding it against his chest. “Tell me what you want, and I'll go to the store.” He had to stop her from touching him before he pushed her onto her back and fucked her until they both passed out from pleasure.
“You have to go to work. I have to go to work.” She flexed her fingers, stroking his chest.
“Yes, but we can be late. It’s one benefit of being the boss.”
She raised her eyes to his. They were soft and brown and filled with…No. That couldn’t be desire. She hated him. He’d been trying to figure out how to change that, but he knew women well enough to know that letting her discover he had a hard-on that could hammer nails when he was supposed to be comforting her wouldn’t help his cause.
“Do you really want to know what I want?” She stared into his eyes.
“Uhm…” He wasn’t sure if he did. He had a good idea that she’d probably say she wanted him to cut off his dick and sign it over to her in retribution for the contract.
“I think you do because what I want right now”—she crawled onto his lap, straddling him—“is you.”
Harker's mouth dropped open and his eyes almost closed as she lowered herself, rubbing her hot pussy against his cock. He should ask and make sure she really wanted this, but it’d been too long since he’d had sex. He wasn’t giving her the chance to change her mind.
He’d never moved so fast in his life. In two seconds, his pants were unzipped, and her little shorts were shoved to the side as his finger slid between her slick folds. She was fucking soaked and that meant she was horny and ready.
He grabbed his cock and rubbed it along her hot seam. Her eyes drifted closed, and she sighed, as if this were her heaven. It sure the fuck was his. She rocked back and forth and then lifted, shifting so the tip of his cock was at her entrance. It was all the invitation he needed. He thrust upward as he pulled her down, burying his dick deep inside her. She gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Fuck. Alison. You feel so fucking good.” It was even better than he’d remembered. She was so soft, like a warm pillow made just for his cock. He rocked into her, his balls already tightening. It’d been too long since he’d fucked her. He wasn’t going to last if he didn’t slow this down, but she pumped up and down on him, riding his cock frantically like she was already at the end.
“Honey. Alison.” He grabbed her waist. “Slow down.”
She opened her eyes. “Please, Harker. I want to come now.”
