“Like that?” he asked as he paused deep inside me.
I nodded, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Relax,” he said. “It’s just you and me.”
I exhaled. It was just him and me. Nothing else mattered.
His eyes opened wider, as if he were asking me if I was ready, and I slid my hands over his ass in response. He pulled out almost as slowly as he’d filled me up and I whimpered, overcome with sensation.
“Harper,” he whispered. “Look at me.”
I watched as his erection entered me. I glanced up and he slammed in while I clung to him. “You love my cock. You said it, baby, and now you’re going to get it. I’m going to give you everything you need.”
He plunged into me, this time giving me no time to recover before pulling out and then pushing back in. He groaned through a clenched jaw.
I do that to you, was all I could think.
This man, who looked like Gucci made suits just because he existed, groaned because of me.
This man, whose beautiful green eyes told everyone who met him he was the boss, was fucking me.
This man, who ruled Wall Street, the power behind the performance of leading investment banks in Manhattan, was having to concentrate so he didn’t come too quickly because of me.
I brought the King of Wall Street to his knees.
“Jesus, Harper.”
I pushed against his chest and shifted so he stopped. We were both going to come within seconds if we stayed like that. I moved under him.
“What? That was perfect,” he said.
“Too perfect,” I replied and flipped over onto my stomach. Seeing him so undone would push me over the edge too soon.
He slid his hands under my thighs and pulled me toward him and straight onto his dick. My back arched as pleasure shot through my legs and ricocheted left and right then up my body. I pushed myself up onto my hands, trying to participate in some way, but I couldn’t.
I clenched as he ran the heel of his hand up my spine then clasped my shoulder. “So tight. So good,” he groaned.
In seconds I was right on the edge, the change of position having done nothing to dampen my desire for him, to ward off my orgasm. His touch made sure everything was just as intense.
“Max,” I cried out.
He thrust in, harder this time. “Again,” he choked out.
“Max. Please. God. Max.” I couldn’t hold it off any longer.
As I spiraled down from my climax, Max bellowed out my name and collapsed on top of me, his front to my back, then rolled to the side, pulling me with him.
Chapter 12
Max
I came out of the bathroom to find Harper hadn’t moved a muscle. I couldn’t blame her; we’d spent most of the night fucking and I was exhausted.
“From what I saw today, your father still has quite the hold on you.”
Harper pulled the sheet up over her face. “Really? You’re standing there with your dick out looking at me while I still have your come between my legs, and we’re going to talk about my father?”
“You don’t have my come between your legs. I just threw out the condom.”
She popped out from under the sheet to scowl at me. “I meant it figuratively.”
She was so completely breathtaking when she was mad with me, and I quickly forgot what we were talking about. “You look beautiful.” I crawled onto the mattress. I wanted to pull her into me, but she swiped me on the arm and headed to the bathroom.
“You don’t take any money from him, do you?” I called after her. Her apartment, her clothes. She wasn’t taking any handouts from what I could see. I liked that about her. She was independent. Unable to be bought.
“Why do you ask?” She appeared in the bathroom doorway, one hand on the frame, totally unconcerned by her nakedness. I really liked that about her. I liked the way her hips flared, emphasizing her small waist. Liked the way her tits jutted out as if they wanted to join in the conversation. My dick hardened.
“Max?” she prompted, and I pulled my gaze back up to meet hers. “You’re a pervert.”
“You’re naked. What am I going to do other than look at you?”
“I don’t know, answer me?”
Even her sarcasm got me hard.
She pulled her hair back as if she were going to tie it up, which lifted up her breasts and lengthened her stomach. “Get the fuck over here before I start jerking myself off.”
She released her hair and stepped toward the bed. I grabbed her, pulling her down and against me, wrapping my legs around hers, clasping her to my chest. I couldn’t get close enough to quench my thirst for her.
“You’re right. I don’t take money from him. I started to take some money when I went to college. I figured he owed me that. But it didn’t feel right. I didn’t know that man.”
I pulled her closer. They seemed like strangers at lunch; he was asking her the most basic questions any father should already have known the answer to. There was no affection on Harper’s side. He was the man I’d never wanted to be for Amanda.
“Did he and your mother divorce?” I asked.
“No.” She exhaled sharply. “He didn’t have the decency to marry her in the first place.”
Oh. “Pandora and I didn’t marry,” I replied.
“Yeah, you said. Did you not want to marry her?” she asked. After seeing her with her father today, I wondered if she’d wanted to ask me that question for a while.
I tucked one arm behind my head. “Neither of us wanted to get married.”
“But you wanted Amanda. I mean you stayed in contact with her.”
My thumb skirted over her hip. “Sure. Pandora and I talked about getting married, and I can’t say I know why we didn’t go through with it. We were both about to go off to college and maybe we knew we’d be compounding one mistake with another.” It had been the right decision. “Not that Amanda was a mistake. Just the pregnancy wasn’t planned. Clearly.” Harper glanced up at me and I smiled at her. “Pandora and I were good friends, and just before graduation one thing led to another . . . It was never meant to be anything more than a good-bye.” I sighed. “It bound us together forever.”
Harper pressed her lips against my chest. “She never wanted to get married, not even after Amanda was born?”
I kissed the top of her forehead. “I don’t think so. She met Jason when Amanda was about a year old.”
“Did that bother you?” she asked.
“No, not at all.” It genuinely never had. I liked Jason. He was good to Pandora and my daughter. “I think her parents were worried, but I always wanted Pandora to be happy. We’d been friends a long time. And it didn’t stop me from wanting to be the best dad I could be.”
Harper didn’t respond but I could tell she had more to say. I was content to stay wrapped around her in silence.
Eventually she sighed and said, “I agreed to come shopping because I assumed Amanda would be miserable going shopping with you. I assumed you took as much interest in Amanda as my father did in me.”
I pulled back slightly to look at her. “Really?” I said. “She loves shopping. Doesn’t mind who she’s with but I like to take her. I think since Pandora left, she misses. . .” I almost said her mother but I didn’t want Harper to misunderstand what I was saying. “You know, the girl thing. And Scarlett is dating like a dozen men and Violet is—”