I swallowed. “And two?”
“Two.” His eyes lowered, his gaze going dark. “There are no other girls.”
Sweat licked the back of my neck. Hot. I was so hot, every inch of me warm with his touch and his words and the overwhelming feeling he was conjuring in my chest.
“Is that it?” I whispered. Begged. I don’t think I could take anything else.
“Nope.” My breath hitched, but his smile returned. Soft and sweet with that little lilt of mischief that was so him. “I like your clothes, Boss. I was just messing. I like seeing you done up for work, I like seeing you decked out for Halloween, and I like seeing this side of you too. Dressed down and comfortable. I like you comfortable with me.”
In a few minutes flat, he’d turned me into absolute mush with his words alone. But I wasn’t ready to give up his attention yet.
I sniffed into the air dramatically making a show of snubbing him. “How would you know if you liked my outfit, you didn’t even see the whole thing.”
He paused, eyes drifting over my body. “Is there something I missed?”
I nodded. “A thing or two.”
“Show me,” he growled.
My smile felt impish as it hurt my cheeks. “Oh,nowhe wants to see?—”
“You are being such a smartass tonight,” he fake grumbled.
The pressure of his body closer to mine was very real, though. His hips coming between my knees, his hands around my back.
He kissed me, slow and sweet. “Show. Me.”
“Say please,” I said.
He grinned. “How about I make you?”
I pretended to think about it. “I could work with that.”
I was out of my pantsagaina moment later. A second after that, my top was over my head and what I’d put on under my clothes was on display.
“Wellgoddamn,” he breathed. His eyes were wide as he tookme in, the brown irises bouncing everywhere and his appreciation pouring from every part of his expression. “Tell me you wore this for me.”
Laughter lived in my chest with him here, my body feeling light and weightless in his presence, allowing me to do and say things I normally wouldn’t with anyone else. Crooking a finger, I gestured him closer. Thrill shot through my entire body when he obeyed. That alone almost got me wet.
Leaning his palms on the table at my sides, Harper leaned over me. Waiting.
“Wanna know a secret?” I asked. He nodded so quickly, his head could have bobbled off his shoulders. Slowly, I pushed my hands along his skin. Running them up the sides of his neck and onto the back of his head, then down over his shoulders and onto his sides and his waist. Arching up, I brought my lips near his ear and whispered. “I’m always wearing stuff like this.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, and that sealed the deal.
He was on me so hot and hard and fierce that he had me panting and squirming for him in record time. With my fine lace bra pulled down under my bust and the matching lace thong yanked to the side, Harper was naked and hard from the waist down for the second time in the same hour.
He was bare again and pressing up against my heat in slow, agonizing slides. By the second minute of teasing I was whimpering. “Harper please.”
“Mmm, mmm,” he hummed against my lips. “Ask me pretty, how I like.”
It took me an extra second to work out what he was saying through the fog of my brain, but once I did I didn’t even hesitate. “Fuck me, Harper.”
His smile felt like a part of me now as it spread along my lips. “As you wish, Boss.”
Later, he gave me clothes to pull on instead of my own. On thecouch, he pulled me close to him and tucked me into his arms before handing over the remote. And when my eyes started to droop with heaviness, my head bobbing all over the place, I remember feeling his familiar hands slip through my hair, gentle as he guided my cheek to his chest.
I was on the edge of sleep, the world feeling like a dream when his soft lips touched my temple and his low words murmured, “Thank you for staying.”
