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She looks at me for a long moment as if frozen with indecision. I can tell part of her wants to, but the other part, the good girl side of her, is afraid to open that door. My body is taut. Tense. And my cock is rock hard. I want her with everything in me, but I’m not going to push her into something she’s either not ready for or doesn’t want to do.
“It’s okay, Harlow?—”
“No,” she says, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Are you sure?”
She nods. “Yes.”
Our bodies crash together again, lashing each other with our tongues as our kiss grows almost frantic. Sliding my hands beneath her top, I cup Harlow’s full, round tits in my hands, drawing a slow groan from her as I circle her stiff nipples with my thumbs. She lets out a sharp yelp and gives me a sultry smile when I give them a firm pinch. As I kiss her neck, I slip my hand into her pants, relishing the soft, smooth skin of her thighs.
Her breath quickens and grows hoarse as I find the cleft between her thighs. She’s warm and dripping wet already, and when I drum my fingers across her clit, Harlow gasps and moans. The tips of my fingers are wet with her juices, and she watches as I slip them into my mouth, savoring her sweet nectar. The taste of her is heady and hits my system like a drug, and I know I need more. I need all of her.
Picking her up, I carry Harlow over to a rolling cart that stands in the corner and set her down on top of it. She raises her hips as I pull the bottoms of her scrubs off. I toss them aside and fall to my knees in front of her and gently part her legs. Harlow looks down at me with eyes that gleam with desire. The way she’s biting her bottom lip makes her look so young and so innocent that the fire inside of me starts to burn out of control. It’s a fire I’m happy to let consume me.
Harlow’s musky aroma is driving me nuts, and I’m desperate to taste her, so I lean forward, burying my face between her legs. The moment my tongue hits her clit, her entire body grows rigid, and a soft sigh passes her lips. I run my tongue up her silky slit, breathing in her scent and suddenly feel lightheaded. Harlow grips my hair, pulling on it hard and moaning as I plunge my tongue into her, lapping up her juices like a man dying of thirst.
Her fingers are buried in my hair, yanking and pulling, trembling wildly as I like and suck on her clit. Harlow’s breath is ragged and her whimpers ring in my ears. Our eyes meet and when I take her clit into my mouth and suck hard in it, Harlow’s full lips form a perfect “O” and she cries out. As she trembles hard, I slip two fingers into her sweet little pussy, sliding them along her wet inner walls as I swirl my tongue around her button.
“Hunter,” she gasps. “Oh my God.”
Harlow’s body tenses up, her muscles lock as I pump my fingers into her while I viciously lash her clit with my tongue. A stuttering gasp floats from her mouth as her grip on my hair tightens. Harlow rolls her hips, grinding herself against my face, taking my fingers deeper into her. She bites the side of her hand, muffling her cries, but a sharp squeal slips through as she comes. Harlow shakes wildly, pulling my face even closer to her.
The feel and taste of her coming around my fingers and tongue drives me wild. I keep licking and sucking, prolonging her pleasure. Harlow looks down at me, her blue eyes comically wide, her cheeks bright red, and she’s breathing as hard as if she’d just run a marathon. I look up at her and lick my lips, savoring the lingering taste of her.
“I need you,” I say, my voice hoarse.
“Then take me,” she whispers.
I get to my feet, my cock so hard it’s almost painful. When I start to unbutton my jeans though, the doorknob of the supply closet we’re in rattles as somebody tries to open it.
“Oh God,” she gasps.
Harlow flies off the cart and pulls her scrubs back on with the speed of an Olympic sprinter. All the while, I watch her firm, lithe body longingly, wishing we’d had the time for me to sink myself inside her. After quickly putting herself together, Harlow looks at me with wide eyes and an apologetic look on her face.
“I’m sorry,” she mouths.
I smile and try to keep myself from laughing. “It’s all right.”
She clears her throat and puts on a professional face again then opens the closet door. Her shoulders sag and a breath of relief bursts from her mouth as she turns to me again.
“The coast is clear,” she says. “You need to go.”
I give her a nod and start to head out of the closet but stop and look down at her. She returns my gaze as her cheeks redden and a shy expression crosses her face. Harlow bites her bottom lip and looks away, but I put my fingers under her chin and raise her face to me again.
“To be continued,” I say firmly.
8
HARLOW
“Where’s your head at today, kid?”
Marcy’s voice shakes me out of my head and pulls me back to the moment. I look up from the computer and give her an awkward smile, realizing I’m operating on autopilot again. Thankfully, we’re just doing our routine paperwork and aren’t in the middle of a busy shift in the ER. If we were, Marcy would tear me a new one. She looks at me with a strange gleam in her eye.
“I’m fine,” I say. “My head’s here.”
“It may be here physically, but it’s sure not in the game. So? Where are you at?”
