“My god, I watched him take his shirt off the other....”
She didn’t finish her sentence.
I reached down and ripped the threadbare shorts from her body, lined my cock up to her entrance, and threatened, “Last chance.”
She smirked, “And the way his abs flexed when he...” She didn’t finish.
I plunged my cock into her tight heat.
And did as I promised.
We were panting, hours later, when Harlee rolled over into my side, tangling one of her legs with mine, her head pillowed on my chest, where she said, “Happy Early Birthday, Carter Car.”
I narrowed my eyes at the top of her head, “You pricked my temper to give me an early birthday present?
She nodded.
I sighed, this woman.
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you... I could walk through my garden forever.” – Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
Chapter 13
Harlee
I pressed a kiss to his neck and then said, “Okay, I need to go home, get showered, and changed, or I’m going to be late.”
“Take a shower here,” he said as he whispered against my lips.
And the thought of using his bathroom, the same place he washed his magnificent body, I found myself nodding.
I had the water started and had taken off my clothes, then I stepped into the shower.
Letting the hot water wash over me for a few minutes, and then I looked down at his shower caddy... and froze.
What in the world, “Umm, Carter?” I called out.
I watched through the glass as he stepped into the bathroom, “Yeah. Everything okay?”
“Care to tell me why there are bottles of shampoo and conditioner, the very brand I use, and the very same ones?” I asked.
Then I slid the door open and watched him.
He was leaning against the doorframe, as his hand came up to cup the back of his neck, his cheeks-tinged pink.
They.
Tinged.
Pink.
“Can I plead the fifth?” he asked as he looked at me.
Slowly, I shook my head, “Not a chance.”
He sighed, “This may very well go down to one of my most embarrassing moments, but for you, I find myself not caring in the slightest.”
I nodded, then gestured for him to start explaining.
