“This is what?” I say in a sultry voice, strutting sexily toward him as he stands close to the bar.
I pop my hips a little more than usual, and as I head toward him, Zach runs his tongue over his lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Don’t do this, Harm.”
“Don’t do what?” I bait, halting my stride a foot in front of him. I frown exaggeratedly.
“Don’t sashay toward me like that when you’re looking so sexy, and this is supposed to be a day of taking care of business.”
Before I can ask him what he means by “taking care of business,” he takes hold of my hips, presses my back up against the bar, and spreads wet kisses down my neck.
His strong hands handle me smooth and gentle, sliding down my sides.
Letting out a moan, I arch my neck and thread my hand through Zach’s hair.
“Oh God, yes, Zach. Don’t stop.”
His hands fall to my stomach and slide up until they’re on my breasts.
My entire body aches with pleasure, wanting his mouth and hands to be everywhere on me at once.
I hear the click of a camera, and adrenaline surges through me.
“Andrew,” I say, looking toward him. “When’d you get here?”
“I’ve been here for a couple of minutes,” he says, holding the camera up to his eye. “Keep going. This is amazing.”
Zach pulls me in tighter, his hot mouth easing over mine, tempting me with his tongue.
My breath hot and heavy, I pull my mouth around to his ear and nibble at it gently.
“I wrote a song about you,” I whisper.
His eyes widen. “Another one?”
I nod. “This one’s better, though.”
“I’ve got another idea for a song.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. It’s about me dominating you during a photoshoot.”
Only the click of Andrew’s camera brings me back to the reality that there’s a third person here.
Zach peels his body away from mine and takes me behind the bar.
“How about you shoot some like we’re bartenders?”
“But there’re no drinks,” I protest. “The bar looks dead.”
Andrew tilts his head. “Or it looks haunted, maybe.”
Zach leads me to the inside of the bar area. Where we’re standing, Andrew can only see from our midsections up.
He brings the guitar over and places it on the bar as a prop.
“Hell yeah,” Andrew adds. “This is hot. It looks like you two just had your last hurrah as bar owners, this place closed down, and you had to sell the place and leave. But not before you got one last round in on top of the bar. And I don’t mean round of drinks.”
Zach threads a hand through my hair, and I run my tongue over my lips, considering Andrew’s storyline.
“That’s hot,” I say, hearing the click of his camera over and over. For some of the photos, he uses a flash, and for others, he doesn’t.
Zach’s hand slips lower, and I help him pull off my denim shorts. His hand slides up my thigh.
A small voice inside my head tells me I should be embarrassed as he ever so gently touches my clit.
“Don’t be shy, Harm,” Zach says, his voice full of the devil.
My mind flashes to the first time we made out in a bed at Malek’s house. That time, Zach was the one who had to tell me to take it slow.
Not anymore.
I can see in Zach’s eyes that he wants to take me right now, right here—witness or no witness.
Waves of pleasure flow through my core. Slipping my hand under Zach’s shirt, I drag my fingernails across his back, causing him to let out a slow growl and rub me harder with his finger.
Our eye contact is intense. Staring into Zach’s deep browns, I do my best not to let on to Andrew exactly what’s happening on the other side of the bar.
My resistance betrays me when a rogue moan escapes my lips.
Zach spins my body around, pressing his hips into my ass as I curl my spine up into him. His hard cock presses against my bare ass through his jeans.
“Get these off,” I mutter, clumsily reaching my hand around to his belt.
His pants fall to the ground, and I gasp when I feel his hard cock pressing between my cheeks.
“No briefs?” I wonder aloud.
He shakes his head and then kisses my shoulder. The way he licks me, there might as well be an earthquake rolling through me.
All the while, Andrew keeps snapping.
My heart keeps pounding. This is the hottest moment of my life.
Zach spins me around and hoists me onto the inside counter of the bar. My midsection is still lower than the customer bar, so Andrew can’t see what’s going on below.
But he must know by now.
My legs dangle off the sides of the bar, and Zach teases me, rubbing his big tip back and forth over me.
“You want this, don’t you?” he asks.
“You know the answer to that.”
Zach cups my cheek and runs a thumb across my chin.
“Harm, baby,” he leans in and growls. “I’ve thought about this a lot. And I’m not just saying this because of what we’re about to do. I fucking love you.”
I can’t even mumble a coherent response.
“Oh gosh, Zach. Just let’s do it.”
He scrunches up his face in confusion, but then a smile eases onto his expression as he presses into me.
As he penetrates me, it’s like we’re the only two people in the world.
Zach and Harmony.
The biker with a fucked-up past and a heart of gold and his girl.
He doesn’t define me. He doesn’t walk over me.
He just knows how to give me the boost I need, when I need it.
We’re the only two people in the room.
Zach thrusts all the way inside me, and I whimper loudly.
That’s when I hear Andrew mutter “Dear God in heaven,” and I realize we definitely aren’t the only two people in the room.
Twisting my head, I see Andrew, the camera shaking in his hands.
“Should I keep snapping?” he asks timidly. “You two are . . . fuck. I haven’t felt like this in years.”
Zach holds himself deep inside me, and I grip him tight. Through my ecstasy, I can barely speak, but I manage to hold the conversation.
“No more photos,” I breathe.
Andrew puts the camera to the side, and, as if in a trance, takes several steps toward us.
“What haven’t you felt like in years?” I ask him, still feeling Zach’s strong hands on my ribs. “Tell me.”
“I haven’t felt aroused in years.”
My eyes widen, and my jaw drops. Zach thrusts into me again, and I feel my world being pulled back again to just the two of us.
“No arousal at all?” I ask.
Andrew swallows. “None. I saw a doctor about it. And do you see this?”
He glances down at his khaki shorts, and it’s clear as day that a tent is popping out of them.
“Watch us,” I tell him.
“Watch you . . . do what?”
I let out another hard breath as Zach pulls out and then thrusts all the way inside me.
Zach’s deep voice interrupts us. “You know what you’re watching. Don’t you? So watch. Enjoy yourself. Stop being so damn serious all the time.”