Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 103008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“I don’t come until you do again.”
“Shit, no pressure.”
“Get yourself hard for me.”
At his order, my hand practically flies to my cock. As I stroke myself hard and fast, Harley slams inside me.
We let out a collective moan, and my dick finally perks up a little.
“Do it again,” I say.
“Sorry, what? Sounds like you just gave me an order, but that can’t be right.”
His words are as good as another hit against my prostate.
I’m sweaty, I’m trembling, and I’m on the brink of collapsing, but I want to do this for him. I want to come again.
I relax the arm holding me up and bury my face in a pillow, arching my ass up higher in the air.
Harley pulls out agonizingly slow and then slams back in. He repeats this over and over and coaxes me back to full hardness.
I’m still stroking, still trying to get myself off. The edge is right there, but I don’t know if I can reach it.
Harley’s thrusts become faster and faster until all I can hear is his hard breaths and the slapping of our bodies meeting over and over again.
I shake my head. “I don’t think I can …”
Harley’s body blankets mine. He kisses my shoulder and then turns to my ear. “You can and you will, or I don’t come. Do it for me because I need to let go soon.”
“For you,” I think aloud.
For Harley.
My pop star.
My lover.
My … boss.
I squeeze my eyes shut. No matter how hard I try to forget that part, it keeps popping back up.
His cock is hard as steel as he slides in and out of me with ease now, picking up his pace until he’s pounding into me. “The sooner you come, the sooner your ass will be full of my cum.”
That’s what I need to clear my mind and get there. A few more strokes of my dick, and my body shudders through another orgasm, though this one much smaller than the last.
Harley straightens back up. I chant in my head for him to come because I need to collapse. I need—
He stills inside me, and warm cum fills me up.
My body gives out and falls onto the mattress while Harley rolls onto his back beside me with the widest smile on his face.
The smile that’s all mine.
“I want to reach out and run my finger over the adorable wrinkles your eyes get when you genuinely smile, but I can’t lift my arm.”
Harley laughs. “I knew you could come again.”
“Are you seriously gloating right now?”
“Uh-huh. It might be the first time since we met that I was right about something.”
“Hmm, true. I am usually right about everything.”
“And so modest about it too.”
“Modesty is overrated.”
Harley closes his eyes. “Mmhmm.”
“You tired?” I ask.
“Dead.”
“Ah shit. I’m gonna lose my job if I kill you with sex.”
Harley’s eyes fly open. “You’re not still worried about your job, are you?”
“No.” Not … entirely. “Okay, yeah, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.” For some reason.
The seed of guilt that was planted after last night grows. I shouldn’t be willing to take the risk when I have so much on the line. Rationally, I know if this job doesn’t work out, I’m only going back to how my life and bank account balance were before. It’s not like I’d be losing anything.
Except … this contract is a big deal, and it’s a lot of money.
But then I look at Harley’s concerned gaze, and all my doubts about what we’re doing go away.
“Maybe we should make some rules,” Harley suggests. “Like, no matter what happens between you and me, I won’t let it interfere with your job.”
“Sounds like a good rule.” In theory. I do wonder how that deal will go down when emotions run high.
“And keeping it between us is a given.”
“Yup.”
“So, also, umm, maybe you shouldn’t sleep in here. In case we sleep in or whatever and Gideon comes by or something. Jamie pretty much knows after New York, but it’d be better if no one else—”
I sit up fast and then ache all over. “Right. Good point.”
Harley leans up on an elbow and runs his hand down my arm. “I didn’t mean you had to leave right this second.”
I smile at him over my shoulder. “I’m tapping out. Two orgasms that close together can kill a guy.”
“Sounds legit.” He lifts his chin and pouts his lips for a kiss, and there’s no way I’ll deny him that.
I lean over and kiss him languidly. “Goodnight.” I use my shirt to clean up but pause at throwing it in his hamper. “Guess we shouldn’t get our laundry mixed up either.”
“Probably not.”
I throw on my pants and leave his room. I can’t explain it, and I don’t even know how, but this guy has given me the ability to breathe easily for the first time in four years. Which is kind of ironic considering risking it all for him should leave me stifled for air.