“Violet?” she asked.
“My other sister,” I explained. “And both grandmas want Amanda to stay a little girl for as long as possible. So, we have mutual aims and objectives there.” I pulled her close and she pressed her cheek against my chest. “She loved having you there. Didn’t stop going on about you when we got home—it certainly raised some eyebrows.”
“It did?” she asked. “What kind of eyebrows?”
“The busybody kind. I guess because we work together and live in the same building. I think my sisters believed . . .” What had they thought? That we were dating?
“Is Violet younger than you?” she asked and I was grateful she had gone in a different direction.
“Yes, and a complete pain in the ass. Always interfering in everyone’s business. She’s a meddler.” I chuckled as I realized it might be a genetic thing. “She’s a lot like Amanda in that way.” Amanda dressed her constant whining about wanting a baby sister as self-interest but I was pretty sure she wanted me happy. “They have a lot in common.”
“Sounds like you have your hands full. Even without King & Associates.”
I sighed. “They occupy two different spaces in my brain.”
“Maybe,” she said. She wiggled her body against mine, and I rolled us over until she was on her back and I was looking down at her.
“You’re the exception,” I said. “You seem to have taken up residence in both spaces.” I brushed my nose against hers and pulled back to look at her. “I realized it in the cab today. I liked that we could just be together, near each other. No talking, no touching.”
She nodded very slightly.
“This is new to me,” I said. I wasn’t sure what this was. If I was just having a personal relationship with someone I worked with, or having sex with someone I knew more about than just their last name. Or was it the fact that whenever I saw her, whenever I thought about her, whenever I touched her, I wanted more. It was all new.
I dipped my head to kiss her nose as she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me close until my cock pushed against her.
I’d fucked a lot of attractive women with nice, firm asses; long, lean legs; and huge tits. Harper was attractive, gorgeous even, but with her, the stuff that made me hard, that had me moaning, was more than just the physical. I liked the way the silences were comfortable, the way she could make me laugh, the way she seemed to open up as I drove into her.
“You want some of this?” I asked, rocking against her. She grinned and I shook my head. “Insatiable,” I said as I lowered myself onto my forearms and licked along her collarbone. She threaded her hands through the back of my hair, setting goosebumps off across my skin. I took her breasts in my hands, grazed her nipples with my tongue and then again with my teeth. She arched against me as my nips became careless and harder. My dick throbbed at her reaction, but it wouldn’t find relief any time soon. Winding up her lust got me hard, her desire towing me along.
“I want to see you in those shoes I bought you,” I said, my voice hoarse. Her naked in those shoes had been an image front and center of my thoughts since I made the purchase.
She grinned up at me and ducked under my arm, heading across to her closet. I shifted to my back, waiting for her. She stepped out into the door frame, her hands above her, bracing on either side of the wood, one high shoe stroking up the side of long, tan leg. I couldn’t stop the groan that ripped out of my chest. I reached for her but instead she turned around, swaying her hips one way and then another. “How do they look from the back?” she asked. I didn’t know where to focus—her thick, soft hair sweeping down her back, down to her small waist, or her high, tight ass as it jutted out to get my attention, or between her thighs where I knew it was so soft and wet. The shoes magnified every inch of her perfect body.
“Get over here and let me show you what I think about you in those shoes.”
She took small steps toward the bed, her perfectly neat pussy mesmerizing me as she got closer. Fuck, I couldn’t get enough.
She grasped her breasts, kneading them together as she approached the bed. I rose onto my knees to meet her, wanting the space between us to disappear. Reaching between her thighs with one hand, I grabbed her ass and pulled her onto my fingers. “You are perfect,” I whispered. She gave me a small smile and her head tipped back as my fingers drove deeper.
Blood rushed to my dick and I wanted it in my fist, in her pussy, but I didn’t want to let go of her. She stumbled slightly, which made it worse, she was so affected by just my fingers she couldn’t stand. “I want you on your back, your feet in the air,” I said and pulled her onto the bed.
I kissed my way down to her belly button. She shifted, getting more and more restless, twisting and squirming beneath me. I moved farther down and gripped her thighs, pushing them open, her heels high in the air either side of me.
She cried out when I blew across her sex. Her sounds urged me on. I spread the lips of her sex, exposing her clitoris. She tensed. I wasn’t sure if it was in anticipation or embarrassment. I leaned forward and circled the bundle of nerves with my tongue. Her breaths came louder and deeper as I suckled before licking down to her entrance.
Like nothing I’d ever tasted before. Like springtime—warm, fresh, and inviting. I couldn’t get enough as I delved into her, lapping up the wetness that hadn’t already coated my chin.
I could stay like this, my face buried in her, for the rest of my days. I reached for my rock-hard cock, which was desperate to taste the sweetness coating my tongue. I dragged my fist up and forced myself to let go; I wasn’t ready to come yet. As soon as I pushed into her I’d be lost—my body would crash through every urge I had to please her in an effort to get to my orgasm.
I elbowed her thighs open wider still, my tongue connecting with her clitoris as my thumbs delved into her, pulling at her entrance, twisting then circling back. Her body began to shudder and I heard the whisper of my name on her lips. I wanted it louder. I increased the pressure of my tongue and her hands flew into my hair as she called, “Max, my God, Max.”
Her orgasm spread through her like an electricity bolt, her pussy contracting, pushing against my thumbs. I removed my hands and slid my tongue back to soothe her, feeling her pulse just below the surface of her skin.
I glanced up at her, her arms overhead as her back began to lower back into the mattress. It was the first time I’d ever had the urge to film a woman before. I’d never need to date again if I had a recording of Harper coming on my tongue like that.
God, she was perfect when she was undone.
I moved to her side as she opened her eyes and smiled at me. “You’re good at that,” she said.
“What am I supposed to say?” I chuckled.
“Learn how to accept a compliment,” she replied as she pushed herself up then straddled me. “Just say ‘thank you’.”
I shook my head, my hands going to her hips. Her wetness coated my cock as she shifted back and forward.
I groaned, her heat seeping into my veins. I wasn’t going to last long. Desperate, I reached for the nightstand. I fumbled with the drawer, had to stretch to reach inside. The wood dug into my wrist and I scrambled for a condom.
Grinning, she took the square packet before I had a chance to argue and rolled the condom on, tantalizingly slowly, both of us staring at my jutting cock in her hands.