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Harrison grips my shoulders, freezing my thoughts. He’s so close to me that if I move my hips less than an inch, I’m sure I’ll feel his cock against my thigh.
“Elle …” he murmurs, moving my hair from my neck and placing a butterfly kiss just under my ear. I close my eyes and savor the sensation as he groans against my neck and I feel him move away, and all my energy leaves me. There have been too many highs and lows today, and I need to sit down before I collapse. I move toward the bed, sitting on the end, watching him.
There’s a clink as Harrison pours the contents of one of the small whiskey bottles into a glass. He puts the bottle down, then removes his jacket. Muscles flex under his crisp white shirt. He loosens his tie while taking a sip of whiskey. He is so handsome. He’s definitely grown up well. His jaw is more masculine, his shoulders seem broader, his arms stronger. But his smile is the same—boyish, infectious. I caught glimpses of it when he was talking with Jared. If only he would smile for me.
His eyes turn dark when he catches me watching him. “Like what you see?” His voice is deep and hot, like the whiskey he’s drinking.
“I’ve always enjoyed watching you, Harrison. It was my favorite pastime long ago,” I say, trying to be flirtatious, even if it’s the truth.
“Is that so?” His eyebrow quirks up in surprise. “I promised your brother that I wouldn’t touch you.”
He strides toward the small sitting area and drags an armchair to the foot of the bed. Then he drops down onto it, legs spread wide, head resting against the back. “That party, it wasn’t just that Alex caught me almost kissing you … he didn’t like the way I was always staring at you— Fuck, how much I wanted you.” His confession is quiet, and I watch him swallow the liquid, watch his Adam’s apple bob and neck muscles flex with the movement.
“I would very much like to see you, Elle.” His stormy eyes pin me to the bed. “You’re right. I want you … have wanted you for years. But I don’t know if I can do this … no matter how much I want to.”
He exhales long and visibly relaxes, apparently having come to some conclusion.
“Will you let me watch you come?”
CHAPTER8
I can see the uncertainty in Elle’s eyes. I want to reassure her, but this needs to be her choice. I’ve told her what I want, what I can allow myself to have tonight. Now she needs to decide if she’ll give it to me.
My glass of whiskey is dangling from my fingertips as I pull my tie over my head. Next, I open the top two buttons on my dress shirt, splaying my legs wider to make room for my hard-on. Never once breaking eye contact with Elle.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
Wilful.
Unobtainable.
“If you get to see me touch myself, I want to see you too.” Her voice is soft as she makes her demand, and I smile, knowing that I’ll do anything she asks me to.
“Anything you want, Elle,” I say, placing the glass on the carpet. With my hands free, I reach down and slide my leather belt from its silver buckle, before flicking open the clasp and pulling my zipper down.
Elle’s eyes follow every movement, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She lets out short, shallow breaths as she watches me.
“Your turn,” I say, not believing that I’m really here, about to see Elle Cartwright naked.
“You’ll have to help me with the zipper at the back,” she says, standing up from the bed, and then stepping between my legs before she turns around with her back to me. I get up, flexing my hands to keep from pushing her down onto the bed and ravishing her. I need to keep my control if I want to stay sane and not give in to my baser instincts.
Her hand comes up and gathers her long golden tresses and pulls them over her left shoulder. The scent of her hair wafts up, and soft hints of jasmine and something intrinsically Elle reaches my nose. It’s intoxicating and isn’t helping with my restraint.
I caress her shoulder and neck with my fingers, and she arches into my touch. A soft sigh escapes her as I lean in and slowly lower the black zipper down her back, exposing her creamy skin. Her body is all soft curves and temptation— I step back, I have to stop touching her, and I sit back down before I go back on my word and become the monster Alex accused me of being.
Fuck. Who am I kidding? But I’m so much older than she is … It’s not right.
Elle steps out of her dress as soon as it hits the floor and climbs back onto the bed, before crawling to the headboard, enticing me with her glorious ass encased in black lace, and her thick thighs swaying from side to side. Sitting on her knees, with her back to me, she unclasps her lacy black bra. I’m entranced by her slow undressing, as she slips first onestrap and then the other over her shoulders, until she holds her right arm out and lets the bra fall to the floor. Looking over her shoulder, she smiles at me. Wicked. Mischievous. Sexy.
“Your turn, Harrison,” she says, looking at my crotch. Her smile widens at the obvious bulge in my underwear.
I take the last swallow of whiskey before I pull my cock out, and groan when I tug the foreskin back and smear a pearl of precum over the head.
Looking up, I see Elle stretched out on her back. Her golden hair a halo around her face—she looks like an angel glowing against the blue bedspread.
An angel wrapped in temptation.
“I can’t believe I’m seeing Harrison James’ cock. I’ve been dreaming about seeing you like this for years,” Elle says, licking her lips, her eyes hooded with desire.
