Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
The question was so loaded that for a moment, I wasn’t sure how she’d make me an answer.
But Harper, as always, managed to surprise me. She locked her eyes with mine and smiled coyly.
“Call me,” she said. “We’ll figure something out. Make plans,” she said. “Come up with something.”
Oh, I can come up with several somethings, I thought as I pictured Harper in a slutty little outfit, on her knees, begging for my cock.
“I will,” I said.
“Is that a promise?” Harper asked. For a moment, it seemed like we were talking about so much more than just a date.
I nodded.
“It’s a promise,” I told her.
Harper nodded. “Good,” she said. Then, she gave me a sexy little shy smile that made my cock throb with lust.
Now, I knew it – she wanted it, too. She wasn’t just about the sex.
She wanted me, for something.
And I had every intention of finding out just what that something was.
“I’ll call you, then,” I said, making sure as always that I had the last word. Turning my attention away from Harper was incredibly difficult but I managed it all the same. I strode away from her, wanting to make the swiftest possible exit.
I knew I wouldn’t be getting anything else done that evening. Portia had blocked off my entire day – I didn’t even have plans with Clint to grab drinks, and for once I was glad.
I wanted to be alone.
The group of us rode down the elevator and I forced myself to keep my eyes from Harper and her luscious, trim figure. I couldn’t decide if it was a relief or a problem that Nell Taylor, Harper’s boss, walked me to the doors of the office.
“Thank you again for everything, Mr. Ulrich,” she said, back to every ounce the professional woman. “We do appreciate working with you. I think I’m speaking for everyone here when I say this issue is going to be a huge hit.”
I nodded. “Thanks for the opportunity,” I said. Then, I cracked a smile. “I don’t exactly think a lot of my future clients read fashion magazines, but their mothers sure as hell do. This might help me out, too.”
Nell didn’t smile, and I could tell that our conversation we’d had back in my condo was still fresh on her mind.
“Of course,” she said curtly. “That would be the best, wouldn’t it?”
Before I could ask what she meant, she shook my hand and left me standing in the foyer of the building.
I didn’t stay there long. I went outside and got into a cab, heading straight for my penthouse condo. Harper was on my mind the entire time and I was rock hard even before I got in the front door. The doorman was staring at my bulge but I hardly noticed and I certainly didn’t give a shit. In fact, a perverse smile spread over my face as he rang for the elevator.
If you’re a red-blooded American male and you knew a woman who looked like Harper, you’d be rock hard, too, I thought as my grin grew wider.
It wasn’t just about her looks, though. It was everything – the way she kept fighting with me for control, the way I had to earn bit by bit of her.
I fucking loved it. I’d always been down for a challenge, and Harper was easily the most challenging woman I’d ever met.
The elevator seemed to take fucking forever as it carried me to my floor, and I could hardly wait to get in my front door so I could slide my hand down my pants and do what I’d wanted to do all day, ever since I’d first seen the way Harper’s ass looked in those jeans.
Alone in my living room, I locked the front door and flopped down on my leather couch. I didn’t even reach for a bottle of lotion or bother yanking down my pants. Inside, I slid my hand inside and wrapped it around my shaft, pretending that my hand was Harper’s. Her soft skin, the way she sighed and moaned when she touched me like touching my cock was enough to give her pleasure.
Closing my eyes, I groaned with lust as I began to stroke myself. My cock was hard and throbbing and I moaned as my hand covered the head of my cock and my other hand played with my balls, just like Harper had done.
I pictured her lying in my bed, naked save for a pair of sheer panties. The room would be filled with the scent of her pussy musk. Her tanned limbs were spread-eagled and secured by restraints – her wrists and ankles fastened securely in leather cuffs and held tightly to my bedposts. Her legs would be splayed and the crotch of her panties would be dark with her pussy juice. I would walk around her, staring at her body, taking in the way her pink nipples were stiff and puckered with lust.