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“Isn’t that what you’re asking for?” I asked hoarsely, catching her chin again and rubbing my thumb along her plump bottom lip. “For me to service you like a queen’s little drone?”
Her chin slackened against my hand—like I hadn’t been paying attention during that conversation, reading accurately enough her flushed explanation when my daughter asked about the role of male bees. With a wolfish grin, I slowly closed her mouth for her and said, “If a good fucking is what you want, then sign the contract.”
When she got to the parts I added, I watched her blush deepen. She tipped her head up to me, and I arched a brow, daring her to ask.
My little queen flared her nostrils and then swished her fingertip across the screen, signing her name just below mine. My cock pulsed so hard it was a miracle I was still standing straight.
“Where’s your lemon?” I demanded.
Her jaw dropped. “W-what?”
“Your lemon vibrator. Where is it?”
“My room,” she murmured.
I caught her chin in my fingers. “Where?”
“Underwear basket on the far side of the bed.”
I guessed it was only fair that to be able to torture her, I had to endure some of my own. I dug through a stack of colorful, lacy thongs, wanting to see each and every one of the frothy concoctions on her slight body, before I finally reached the silicone toy at the bottom. I hit the button to make sure it was charged, and it vibrated in my palm. Perfect.
Her eyes followed me until I was back in front of her. I didn’t try to hide how I reached down and adjusted myself; my cock was throbbing so hard it hurt.
“Take off your robe,” I instructed, and turned the vibrator on again.
With nothing but the damn hum of the gadget, Harper reached for the tie and pulled it loose, the front gaping open to reveal she had nothing on underneath.
Fuck me.
Fuck me to hell.
Chapter 15
Harper
“Take off your robe.”
Blaze Stevens looked like he was about to combust the second the terry cloth fell off my shoulders and draped over the back of my legs, and I…I felt like I would, too. His stare raked over me like hot stones on bare skin.
Of course, I didn’t have anything on underneath. I’d just gotten out of the shower when I heard his shout, barely securing my robe as his storming steps threatened to collapse the century’s old home. I’d thought the world was ending the way he stalked in here. Never in a million years would I have guessed it was because of Marc—never guessed that Frankie, darn her, would be right.
Blaze had whipped through my room like a tornado searching for a single man to destroy. As if I ever would’ve brought Marc back here even assuming we were a thing without making sure we’d have the house to ourselves.
Silence stretched taut along the buzzing of my vibrator. The sound of it hummed in my ears, a tiny erotic symphony as I stared at the man in front of me.
Blaze was still…pulsing. His jaw popped against the side of his cheek. His chest heaved taut breaths. Lower…my eyes continued to sink to the bulge at the front of his jeans, his length stretching the fabric in a way that was nothing short of obscene.
Slowly, he lowered in front of me, and my lips parted on a swift inhale as our eyes locked. I shivered when his free hand pinched my chin and tilted my face up.
“Fuck, Harper,” he groaned, his nose almost nuzzling mine before he caught my bottom lip between his teeth.
I gasped and then his tongue was in my mouth, hot and insistent, as his lips sealed to mine. The kiss wasn’t a prelude. It was sweet or longing. It was the seal on this pact we’d made. Only sex.
Our tongues clashed, and I felt his hand slide to the side of my neck and then around the front. His hold tightened just a fraction—just enough to let me know he could feel every hard swallow and every flutter of my pulse, and I let out a whimper as my core clenched.
“You’re sure about this?” he groaned, both a taunt and a plea. He didn’t want my agreement just in writing, he wanted my acceptance—my submission from my own two lips.
I tried to push up and kiss him, but his hand curled firmer around my neck, stopping me from reaching him.
