“No more,” I said. “I’ve had enough of your constant daily teasing.” I didn’t know if she meant to be provocative. She wasn’t obvious about it in the way a lot of women were. Her clothes weren’t flashy or particularly tight; she didn’t flirt or even try to make conversation with me. I pulled out and started to fuck her now that I finally had her under me, naked. Each time I thought pushing in would get easier, that she wouldn’t be quite so tight, so delicious, but every time I was wrong. She was exceeding each one of the fantasies I’d had about her.
Her hands wrapped around my upper arms, her fingers so tiny they were fascinating. I wanted to pause for a second to ensure they were real, but my headboard smashing against the wall pulled my focus back to wanting to make her come. She looked so perfect, so completely beautiful and if we only had tonight, I was going to have to make it count.
I wanted to go farther, deeper, faster.
I needed to mark her, own her, climb inside her.
It was as if every inappropriate image I’d buried deep in my brain had escaped and come to life.
I lifted one of her legs higher, desperate to be closer. I could tell by the way she opened her mouth slightly wider that the change in angle ratcheted up the pleasure for us both. I dipped my head down to kiss her, and she greedily took my tongue. Despite giving me no sign in the office, she touched me as though I’d lived in her fantasies just as she’d lived in mine. There was a knowingness between us, a familiarity that was unnerving but at the same time I wanted to savor it.
She reached between us and squeezed the base of my cock. I almost exploded. I had to pause.
“You’re such an asshole.” She grinned and wiped sweat from my brow with her fingertips.
“You seem obsessed with that concept. Perhaps we should try your asshole out next and see if it cures you.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” She pushed her hips up to meet mine, and I raised my eyebrow.
“Wouldn’t I?” I asked. “This is Vegas. Anything goes.”
“Shut up and concentrate on fucking me.”
I loved that mouth, the way it called me names, the way it called my name.
She needed to be taught a lesson.
“I’m thinking about nothing else.” I pushed into her and her eyes half shut. I started thrusting deeper and deeper, nailing her to the mattress, wanting to make it good, needing to feel her around me. I sat back on my knees, pulling her up onto my thighs, taking the opportunity to watch her breasts bounce with every thrust.
“You think I hate you now?” I asked. Didn’t she feel the chemistry between us and understand I had to keep my distance otherwise something like this would happen?
“I don’t care. I’m too . . .”
She trailed off and squeezed me harder, creating friction between us that heated the blood in my veins. She gave me a small smile and I wanted her closer. I pulled her up, bringing us face to face, her legs around my waist, and lifted her up and down on my cock. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine. It was such an intimate gesture, so normal, so right, as if we’d been lovers for some time, as if we’d known each other for years.
Harper increased the rhythm, her hips lifting easily in my hands and slamming down on my cock.
“Careful,” I warned. I wouldn’t last long like that.
“I can’t stop,” she whispered, her fingers running across my shoulders. “I can’t stop, don’t want to.” Her movements grew bigger, wilder, and I used my hands over her hips to keep our rhythm steady and her pussy full of me. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders as she pulled back to look at me and screamed, “Max. Yes, Max.” Her pulsating muscles drew me in and in two sharp stabs of my hips I was pouring into her, watching her orgasm seep away as mine took over.
I woke to traffic noise and the sun pouring into my window. Was it Saturday? No, Thursday.
Fuck. Harper.
I must have blacked out.
I bolted upright, but I was alone. Had I dreamt what had happened last night? The ache in my muscles, the bedsheets crumpled at the bottom of the bed, the tug in my stomach—no, it had happened. “Harper,” I called out. She’d gone. I scrubbed my face with my hands then glanced at the clock. Fuck. It was eight thirty. I was usually knee deep in paperwork at my desk by now. I bounded out of bed for the shower.
It was only a few minutes’ walk to the office and I went through the sliding doors to the King & Associates office at two minutes to nine. My hair was still wet from my shower.
I had no idea how I was going to handle Harper in the office today. I had a hundred and one things to do and no spare brain space. But the gathering gloom in my head said last night had been a bad idea—the worst idea. I couldn’t have casual sex with an employee. It blurred too many lines. Having sex with women I’d see outside of the bedroom had never been an option for me. There were enough women in my life. And Amanda deserved my full attention when I wasn’t in the office—it was the deal I’d struck with myself as soon as she was born. Just because I was a young father didn’t mean I’d be a bad one. She would always be my priority.
As much as the night with Harper had been everything I’d fantasized about, it had been a stupid idea.
I kept my head down as I strode to my office, but I couldn’t resist glancing over to Harper’s desk. She’d made it in on time. Her hair was up, folded somehow against her head, revealing her long neck.
“There you are,” Donna called. “I’ve been trying your cell.”
Harper turned toward me just as I looked at Donna. Harper hadn’t left a note this morning. Had she stayed the night? Did she regret what had happened?
“Did you come in from Connecticut?” Donna asked as she followed me into my office.
“No, I just had some things to sort out.” Like washing the smell of sex and Harper off my body. I needed to get my head on straight.
“Okay, well Amanda called. And don’t forget your lunch.” I nodded and Donna left.
I put my phone on speaker and dialed the house while I took off my jacket and hung it on the back of the door.
“Hey, peanut. Donna said you called. Are you not at gymnastics today?” I took a seat at my desk and turned on my laptop.
“Um, no. It got canceled.”
Odd. I was pretty sure Marion would have told me. “It was?” I asked as I scanned my emails.
“Yeah, so I thought maybe I could come into the city tonight and we could go dress shopping tomorrow?” Her tone was bright and matter of fact. She knew I couldn’t say no to her I’m-such-a-good-girl voice. “I thought you might help me shop?”
“Did Marion say she’d bring you on the train?” I hoped she didn’t think she was coming on her own.
“Aunt Scarlett said she’d bring me, then I could come home with you tomorrow.”
“Did Scarlett say she was staying over?” The last thing I wanted was my sister in my apartment meddling.
“No, she has a date.”
Dating? She hadn’t shared that with me. I’d thought she was still sworn off men after her divorce.
“You should take a leaf out of her book, Dad.”
Harper’s satisfied smile ran across my brain. Maybe dating would help get her out of my system.