She moaned and pressed her hands to his chest.
Shit. Easton locked his muscles, fighting not to move, not to come.
Harlow sank the rest of the way, letting out a long moan, and taking all of him.
Easton gripped her hips. “God, you feel good. Made for me.”
“Easton.” She started moving. She rode him, gaining speed.
He felt sparks of lightning shoot down his spine. “Yes, like that.” His voice sounded like gravel. “You’re killing me, baby.”
She moaned, moving faster and faster.
She was so hot, the way she took him deep. He felt how wet she was.
“Not going to last.” He found her clit and rubbed it.
She rocked wildly, her pussy clamping down on him. Then she splintered apart again.
Her climax triggered his.
Easton gripped her ass, thrusting up. His guttural roar filled the room and he exploded inside her. “Harlow!”
The room blurred, then came back into focus. Harlow was lying limp on top of him. Her sweat-dampened skin stuck to his, her breath puffed against his neck.
He stroked down her back. He was sure his legs wouldn’t work this time. “Harlow?”
A small, feminine murmur. She snuggled against him and he realized that she’d fallen asleep.
He grinned at the ceiling, stroking her skin. She’d fallen asleep with his cock still inside her.
Easton liked that. He liked it a lot.
Chapter Twelve
Mmm. Sleep slowly lifted, that warm, drowsy state where everything was good in the world and anything felt possible.
Harlow snuggled into the warm body beside her. God, he smelled good.
Wait.
She cracked one eye open. A naked, fast-asleep Easton came into focus. He was lying on his stomach, one arm bunched under the pillow, and the other one wrapped around her.
Oh, shit.
She sat up. She remembered everything, in perfect detail, of what they’d done to each other during the night.
She’d slept with her boss.
She’d slept with the billionaire who could, and regularly did, have anyone he wanted. And not just slept, had lots of amazing, spectacular sex.
“Harlow, you idiot,” she muttered.
She scrambled off the bed and winced. She was very tender between her legs. Then she looked up through the terrace doors and stopped.
Holy cow. The view was as stunning as she’d imagined. She watched a yacht heading across the Bay, its white sails bright against the dark-blue waters.
Then she turned back and her gaze snagged on Easton.
He was an even better view.
He was sprawled there, still sleeping. But even asleep, he looked powerful and in charge. His bronze skin was a stark contrast to the million-thread-count white sheets.
His back was uncovered, and her greedy gaze traveled over the muscular lines of it. The sheet only covered half of his fabulous ass. She saw red scratches on his skin and blushed. God, she’d left marks on him. Her mouth watered and she took one step back toward the bed.
No.
She swiveled, fighting the urge to escape. She couldn’t exactly leave his place. She bit her lip. She was stuck at the scene of the crime.
Shower. She’d take a shower and then decide what to do about the circus her life had become.
When she entered the bathroom, her heart kicked at her ribs. This was exactly how she’d renovate a master bathroom. Huge shower with dual heads, gorgeous gray tiles, and a free-standing tub under the window that begged for bubbles.
She stepped into the huge shower stall and slid under the hot water.
Oh, that felt good. She closed her eyes and let her mind go blank.
Only seconds later, she heard the shower door open.
Pulse pounding, she spun.
A gloriously naked Easton stepped inside. Of course, the man didn’t look sleepy. No, he was sharp-eyed, hair sexily mussed.
“No.” She held up her hands. “I’m taking a shower, then once I’m dressed, I’ll work out how to rectify the huge mistake of sleeping with my boss.”
Easton kept coming. “You slept with Meredith?”
“Ha ha.”
He snaked an arm around her waist and hauled her close. Water rained over them.
“It wasn’t a mistake,” he said.
“It was. I totally slipped up.”
He smiled. “The first time I made you orgasm? Or the second or third time?”
Harlow sniffed. “Don’t get—”
“How many times did you scream my name last night? Five? Six? Seven times?”
Harlow cocked her head. “Are you done?”
“Yeah.” He lowered his mouth to hers.
She was so weak. She kissed him back.
She found herself pressed up against the tiles by Easton’s hard body, panting, and stroking his hard cock.
“Fair warning,” he murmured. “You’re about to make another mistake.”
“Oh, stop talking.” She yanked his head down to hers. “Condom?”
He cursed.
She licked her lips. “I know you had your physical the other week.” She’d made the appointment for him.
He froze. “I’m in perfect health.”
Her pulse was pounding. “So am I, and I have a contraceptive shot.”
His fingers flexed on her. “You saying I can take you bare? Nothing between us?”
“If you trust me. I can—”
“Fuck.” His body shook and he urged her to wrap her legs around his waist.
She did, and he didn’t make her wait. A second later, he slid inside her with a hard thrust.
“Easton.”
“There it is.”
Then he proceeded to rock her world.
When he finally turned the shower off, her legs were limp, and she clung to him to stay upright.
He led her out of the shower, then wrapped her in a fluffy towel. He pressed a kiss to her nose. “While you get dressed, I’ll make us some breakfast.”
“You can cook?”
“My mother’s Italian-American. She decreed that all her children would know their way around the kitchen.”
Harlow paused, savoring the image of Easton working at the stove, not wearing a shirt. Mmm.
“Harlow?”
“Right. Um, I don’t have any clothes.”
“Yes, you do. I asked Gia to get some things from your place. They’re in the closet.” He stroked her cheek. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”
Harlow dried off, wrapped herself in her towel, and headed into his closet. She moaned. It was simply amazing. She touched his shirts and suits, and strode down the long closet. Then she jerked to a halt.
Her clothes were hanging on the other side. She blinked. All her clothes. Gia had brought everything Harlow owned.
She also found her skin care and makeup. And her hair dryer.
She wasn’t sure if she should thank Easton’s sister, or be mad that she’d practically moved Harlow in.
Right. Well, at the moment, she needed to get ready for work. She flicked through her skirts. She needed a pick-me-up today. Harlow selected her favorite Max Mara pencil skirt in blood red. She paired it with a thin, black belt, and a long-sleeved black shirt. Next, she reentered Easton’s gorgeous master bathroom and dried her hair. She decided to leave it down for a change. After her makeup was done, she completed the look with a pair of Jimmy Choos with a cute ankle strap.