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Harvey walks past my bedroom door to the top of the stairs.
“Where are you going? I thought you wanted me…in there.” I tilt my head at my bedroom door.
“No,” he says, and a brief stab of rejection punctures my abdomen. “Downstairs.”
Like a lost puppy, I follow him sulking. He heads to my office, and I close the door once we’re both inside. Then he has me pinned against it, his hips pressed to mine and his palms flat against the wood either side of my head. Slowly he lowers his face to trail the tip of his nose along my jaw, inhaling deeply when he gets to my hair and lets out a rumbling groan.
“I want to fuck you on your desk,rainha.”
That clench in my belly tells me that I like that idea. “I want that too,” I whisper.
He grips my waist with one hand, pulling me with him as he walks backward to my desk, then he spins me and lifts until I’m sat on the solid oak. Nestling between my thighs, he kisses me long and painfully slow. Not our usual devouring of one another but an indulgent taste meant to last and linger, drawing it out for as much pleasure as either of us find.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs into my mouth as our lips brush and suck. “Here.” He nuzzles his nose against my face before dipping to plant a wet, open-mouthed kiss against my chest. “And here.”
I huff out a laugh and he stands, taking a fist full of my hair and pulling sharply until my head is tilted as far back as it can go.
“Something funny,rainha?”
“No one has ever said I have a beautiful heart before.” He kisses my exposed neck and I whimper at the faint tickle that sends a light pulse to my clit. “Unless you were just talking about my breasts.”
I can feel his chuckle with the deep vibrations over my pulse point where he’s sucking and nipping. “Plenty of people have said you have a beautiful heart,rainha. You just need to listen more carefully.”
I don’t really have time to analyse what he’s just said as he’s back on my mouth, kissing me with a little more urgency. I run my hands over his pecs and his abdomen, over the soft fabric of his plain black t-shirt and when I reach the hem, I let my fingers slide up over the bare skin. He’s warm and the skin is soft over the firmness of his muscles. The light smattering of dark hair tangling with my fingertips. Before I know it, Harvey has my wrists restrained in one of his large hands.
“No touching, not yet.”
I pout, like a child. “But I want to touch.” I reach for him again and he steps back, looking at me with disappointment before tutting at me.
“You clearly need help obeying the rules.” Pulling out his handcuffs from the back pocket of his dark-blue denim jeans, he quickly cuffs my wrists behind me, then takes another step back to look at me. “Hm, you’re not particularly attached to this shirt, are you?”
I look down at the simple V-neck t-shirt I’ve been wearing today and don’t get to say anything before it’s ripped from collar to hem. I look up at him with an arched brow. “You know if you’d waited just a few more seconds before cuffing me, I could have taken that off normally.
“That holds no interest to me,” he says blandly. His eyes swirl around my naked breasts and I feel my nipples pebble under his gaze. Pulling me off the desk for a moment, he brings me to a stand again and tugs my cashmere lounge pants down my legs, along with my underwear before lifting me back onto the desk.
I’m naked where I perch, the cool air wisping over my hardened nipples. Harvey stands in front of me, taking a slow perusal of every inch of exposed skin, a dark and lustful expression painting his features.
“Spread your legs,rainha.”
I do as I’m told, opening my legs where I sit and exposing my centre to his penetrating gaze. He takes a sharp breath, his pupils dilatating and his nostrils flaring as a growl releases from his chest. “Take off your shirt,” I demand.
He smiles wickedly, sauntering over to stand between my spread legs. “No.”
“Please, sir.” I bat my lashes, tipping my chin so I have to look up at him.
He closes his eyes and tips his head back on a groan like my words stroked his cock. “Who else do you beg for,rainha?”
“No one,sir,” I whisper as he lowers his lips to mine.
He groans again. “It’s so hard to deny you when you ask so nicely.”
“Please,” I try again. “I want to touch you.” The desperation in my voice isn’t faked. My fingers are twitching to feel the heat of his skin, to caress the swells and rivulets of his muscles.
“I know,rainha,” he sighs, almost apologetically. “But I do love to deny you.”
He brings his mouth over mine again, kissing me gently as his hands roam roughly. He strokes up my arms as his lips skim over my cheek, to my ear, and down my neck. His hot breath warming my skin but making me shiver. When his hands reach my shoulders, he skims over my collarbone and down tohold the weight of my breasts in his palms. He squeezes gently, massaging as his lips meet mine, kissing me slowly and deeply, his tongue sweeping over mine and pulling a whimper from me.
It's like my mind shuts down as he feeds me pleasure after pleasure. Thumbs skimming over nipples, my skin tingles with anticipation, and my wrists pull against the cuffs. “Javier, my rei,” I breathe.
