Easton thrust up as she shoved down.
She cried out.
Seeing stars, he gripped her hips. Shit. “Did I hurt you?”
“Not even a little.” She moaned. “I love that you’re so big.”
“Ride me. It’s all yours.”
One of her hands clenched his hair, gripping hard. She started moving, gliding up and down on his cock.
Easton gritted his teeth. He was on the edge of blowing inside her. “Harder, Harlow.”
Instantly, she picked up speed, her breaths coming in hard pants. “I’m so full.” Then her hand dropped between their bodies.
His gut clenched. “You rubbing your clit, baby?”
“Yes.”
“You are so damn sexy.”
She was riding him wildly. Easton gripped her ass, helping pump her up and down on his cock.
“Easton, I’m going to come.”
“I’m right with you, baby. I need you. I need to be right here inside you.”
She sank down, her head dropping back as she screamed.
Her tight body milked him and the last shred of Easton’s control disintegrated. He pounded up into her. “Fuck.”
Everything turned white. There was a rush of noise in his ears, then his tortured groan as he violently poured himself inside her.
Inside his Harlow.
When he was conscious enough, he felt her peppering lazy kisses over his face and neck. He pressed his face to her hair, then found her mouth for a long, drugging kiss.
“You don’t come like a billionaire,” she murmured.
A sharp laugh burst out of him. “You have experience on how billionaires come?”
“Well, no, you’re my first.”
And her fucking last.
“I just imagined you’d come more like a gentleman.” She grinned at him. “Not like a dirty-talking stevedore.”
He rose with her in his arms, his cock sliding out of her.
“Easton! I need to clean up.”
“I’ll clean you up, then this billionaire is going to show you how he’s going to go down on you, and make you scream until you’re hoarse.”
She licked her lips. “Hope you’re a billionaire who keeps his promises.”
“Oh, I am.”
Easton followed through. When he was done, he left her limp, exhausted and fast asleep in the center of his bed.
Damn. He sat and watched her. He wanted to keep her there forever.
He lay down and curled around her. She turned and snuggled deeper into him.
He pulled in the scent of her hair, and for the first time in a long time, his mind easily drifted off to sleep.
He was woken by the peal of his cell phone.
He nabbed it, blinking at the early morning light. “Norcross.”
“Easton, it’s Hunt.”
He sat up. “I’m guessing it’s not good, if the police are calling this early.”
“You asked me to keep an eye on anything to do with Carlson.”
A sleepy-eyed Harlow sat up, watching him warily.
“Yeah,” Easton said.
“The Carlson residence was broken into last night.”
Shit. “Any sign of Charles Carlson?”
Harlow pressed a fist to the center of her chest. Easton covered her hand with his.
“No,” Hunt said. “No one was home.”
“Okay, I’ll be there soon with Harlow.”
“See you there.”
Easton slid his hand around the back of Harlow’s neck. “Get dressed, baby. Your parents’ house was broken into.”
She gasped.
“No sign of your father.”
She nodded, misery in her eyes.
Easton ground his teeth together. He needed Vander to speed this up and get this situation finished with.
Chapter Fifteen
They pulled up at her parents’ large home in Presidio Heights. It was where Harlow had grown up. Her father had worked a lot, and they’d never lacked for anything. He’d taught them the value of hard work.
Clearly, he’d forgotten that lesson.
There was a police cruiser and another gray sedan at the curb, and she realized the second vehicle was an unmarked police car.
Easton pulled to a stop, then jogged around the Aston and helped her out.
A cold breeze teased her hair that she’d loosely tied back. She hadn’t paid much attention when she’d gotten dressed. She’d pulled on some black leggings and a large, oversized cream sweater.
Easton had shocked her by wearing jeans. Dark denim that hugged his ass in a way that made her mouth water, and he’d topped it with a blue sweater the color of his eyes.
A man in a suit broke away from the uniformed officers.
He was cop-hot. Strong face, with a muscular body and a walk that announced he’d once been military. His brown hair was cut short, and she got a glimpse of a holster under his jacket. A badge was clipped to his belt.
“Hi, Easton.”
“Hunt.”
The men shook hands.
“Harlow Carlson, Detective Hunter Morgan.”
“Nice to meet you,” Harlow said.
“I wish it was under better circumstances.” The detective eyed the two of them. “Sorry for ruining your Saturday morning.”
“Was anything taken?” she asked.
Surely if they’d found blood or anything concerning, he would’ve mentioned it.
“Maybe you could tell me. I tried to contact your parents, but I didn’t get an answer on either of their numbers.”
“My mom’s away at a yoga retreat, and regularly turns her phone off. And my dad’s…off on business.”
Hunt’s green gaze was piercing, and she guessed he wasn’t buying that.
“Come on.” He jerked his head toward the house.
He led them in the front door. The scent of lemons hit Harlow. It was a cleaning product the housekeeper had used since she was a little girl. Everything looked normal. Her mom liked the Hamptons style—lots of white with touches of blues and wood.
“They got in through the back door to the kitchen,” Hunt said.
In the kitchen, broken glass was scattered across the floor.
“They have an alarm,” she said.
“Disabled.”
Had this been Antoine looking for her dad? Rhoda looking for her dagger?
“The house has been searched, but they were pretty careful, except in the office.”
Her father’s office was a mess. She gasped, and Easton wrapped an arm around her.
The desk chair was tipped over, things were yanked off shelves, and empty drawers hung open from the desk.
Harlow bit her lip. Behind the desk, the safe set in the wall was open and very empty.
“You know what your dad kept in here?” Hunt asked.
“Some cash, a little jewelry, a few business papers. Nothing hugely valuable.” She looked around. “Not worth all this effort.”
“You know why someone would break into your father’s office, Ms. Carlson?”
“Call me Harlow. And…um…” She wasn’t sure how much to tell the detective. Her father was consorting with criminals, had stolen a valuable collectible.
“If we find out anything, we’ll let you know,” Easton said smoothly.