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“It’s okay, man,” I say to him, cocking my head over to the door beside Harper. “I’ve got it from here. But thank you.”
He pauses briefly and then gives me a nod, getting back into his seat and closing his door, dulling the bright flashes.
I turn back to Harper, her teeth biting hard into her bottom lip, and I duck down to kiss between the centre of her breasts. She gasps and shoves her fingers into my hair, rubbing herself against me so that my stubble scrapes her sensitive skin.
“Mitch,” she moans as I kiss and suck. “Mitch, please, don’t make me go.”
I grunt between her breasts, unable to stop my fingers from rubbing her nipples.
“Mitchell,” she begs. My cock instantly grows heavier.
“Goddamn,” I growl as I stand upright again. Her eyes have blacked out and her chest is heaving, making it look as though shehasbeen getting pounded in the back of her limo. I pull her against my chest and give her a reassuring squeeze.
“You’ve got this,” I tell her firmly. “I’m gonna be right behind you the whole time.”
“Okay,” she whispers nervously, her eyes darting to the door.
“I’m gonna get out, open the door for you, and then you’re gonna walk down that red carpet like it’s your fucking property. Because it is, Harper. None of this would be happening without you right now, and I want you to act like it. We show face and then we haul ass, okay?”
She tries to pull me down to kiss her again but I’m not having it. We’ll save that for once this is over and done with.
“Okay?” I repeat, harder this time.
She narrows her eyes on me, then rolls them. “Fine,” she mumbles.
I give her ass a rough squeeze and she presses her lips against my neck, moaning.
“Good,” I say simply. Then I reluctantly release her from my arms and hunch over to the door, take a steeling breath, and shove it open.
I’m instantly blinded. The flashes are going off at a million-a-minute so I quickly turn back to the car and hold the door wide for Harper, my jaw clenching hard at the thought of all these people trying to get a look at her.
It’s just one night,I remind myself, and my shoulders ease up a little.Just one night and then you’re taking her back to Phoenix Falls. Taking her and keeping her.
One golden foot appears at the step and I instantly move forward, holding my hand out to help her down.
She takes it and dismounts, and then the flashes get even crazier.
Because she’s perfect. She’s smiling her perfect white smile and sashaying her perfect little ass, the lights flashing all over her making her glow in a thousand shades of gold. What I told her in the car is something that everyone here already knows – without Harper, none of this would exist, and they are beyond grateful for the escapism that she’s given to them.
She walks confidently down the main stretch, her nerves from the limo seamlessly hidden, and I walk one millimetre behind her, my muscles tight and my eyes hard.
When we reach the next cordon saved solely for the press she turns and smiles up at me, her soft hair spilling over her shoulder. Her diamonds sparkle like crazy around her neck.
“You can put your hands on me,” she whispers, stopping her walking so that I bump right against her ass.
My eyes flare and I glance quickly over to the paparazzi, their voices a high-pitched mass, asking her to look at them, to smile for them, to turn this way and that. And that would probably be unusual for a member of the behind the scenes crew, except for the fact that Harper looks like a fucking goddess. Of course they want to take five billion photos of her.
I resist the urge to scoop her up and steal her away.
I look back down at her and whisper, “Where?”
Her smile gets even wider. “My hips,” she whispers back.
I swallow hard and tentatively wrap my hands around her hips. Then she’s grinning at the cameras, swishing her hair over her shoulders and posing confidently against my chest. And it makes me feel better about this whole thing. Knowing that my being here for her is making her have a better time. And that makesmehave a better time. I mean, I’m not about to smile for anyone, but I ease up on the scowl and just wait the flashes out.
Only problem is that they don’t freaking end. We’re walking at nought-point-one miles per hour down the tiny press corridor and I’m slowly getting irreparable retina damage. I look down at Harper and she’s still smiling, then looking serious, then smiling again but at a different camera. I breathe out a laugh, suddenly loving watching her enjoy all of this attention, and she looks quickly up at me, giving me her widest smile yet.
“Okay, I’m done,” she whispers and I almost groan with relief. In less than three seconds I’ve marched her to the end of the carpet and bundled her into the adjoining enclosed room, leading to a further corridor and the movie theatre beyond.
