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“It’s fine. He was worried. I imagine that if I ever have a daughter and found out she fell off the roof and was at the hospital, I would be pretty upset too.”
I sigh, letting my shoulders slump.
“C’mon, I think the Ravens are playing,” he says as his hand connects with my waist, giving me a reassuring squeeze. I raise my eyebrows in surprise.
“You’re a football fan?” He doesn’t look like a football fan standing here on my front porch with his golf attire on.
“Everyone is a football fan,” he says, grinning, and I smile as he leans down, pecking a kiss to my nose before we walk in and I lose him to my father. The two of them bonding over the Ravens win against Tampa Bay.
22
HARRISON
“How’s your hand?” I ask her the minute she steps into my penthouse. She has been here almost every night since her accident. But I gave her the day off today to spend it with her dad. They both had medical appointments at the hospital. Her stiches needed to be removed, and her father had some special physiotherapy he is trialing. I wanted to go with her. But I couldn’t. I had hands to shake and people to network with and we can’t take those risks. If I take a day off and am spotted spending it with her and her father, then the gossip mill will go into overdrive.
“It’s fine. Don’t worry. See, all better?” she says as she dumps her overnight bag on the floor and walks over to me in the living room, waving her hand. A well-worn path is now ingrained in my carpet from where I have paced waiting for her.
I grab her hand, pulling it closer to my eyes to inspect it.
“Why are you so worried?” she asks me, and I look at her like she is crazy.
“Because you are mine, and I worry about you when you get injured. I worry about you when you are stressed in the office. I worry about you and your dad living out in that house all alone. I hate it when you are not here with me.” Her beautiful eyes stare up at me, and every time I look into them, I weaken even more for her.
“I worry about you too. You work too hard, you need more downtime. You have a lot of pressure on your shoulders. Let me look after you too,” she says, concern etched in her brow.
“You missed a bit,” I state, wanting her to say it.
“What bit?” she asks, raising her eyebrows.
“That I am yours,” I murmur, really wanting her to say it out loud.
“Oh, yes, I forgot that bit. Harrison,youare allmine,” she says sweetly, smiling, and my shoulders relax, not realizing how much I needed to hear it. I look at her hand again, at the thin red line tracing her skin, bringing it to my mouth and kissing her palm.
“Hmmmm… much better…” She toys with me as she bites her lower lip.
“I have been waiting all day to touch you,” I confess, as my lips trail down the inside of her arm, peppering her soft skin with kisses.
“Fuck, I am struggling not being able to touch you whenever I want,” I say to her, the honesty whipping out from me, wanting her to know.
“I can’t say that the sneaking around is great for me either.” She huffs and starts to sulk. I know it is hard for her. Leaving her dad night after night, sneaking into the basement parking garage via Tony, packing and repacking her clothes for our sleepovers, so she has something different to wear in the office the next day.
“It will be over soon… then I will show you to the world,” I murmur, already thinking about election night, taking out the governorship, all with her by my side.
“I know...” she whispers as my lips meet hers, and I kiss her like it is my last dying wish.
“How’s your hip?” I ask her, as I move my lips down to her neck, soaking her in, tasting her like I haven’t seen her for days rather than the hours it has been.
“It is fine. Doctor said there are no issues,” she says, her voice becoming breathy as my hands roam over her curves.
“Good,” I say before I bend and pick her up. Holding her ass in my hands, she wraps her legs around my waist.
“Where are you taking me?” she asks, her eyes full of lust.
“I’m hungry.” I walk her over to the dining room and perch her ass onto my large table.
“Maybe I can help with that,” she murmurs, as my lips trace down her neck. I feel her nipples peak almost instantaneously through her shirt.
“Maybe you can,” I moan, as her hands run up my back. She pushes her chest out, my hands tracing up the curve of her back as I grind my already painfully hard cock against her.
