Harley hitches a breath, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.
She’s close.
“I want you to come hard for me,” I say, as my hips piston back and forth. “Don’t hold back.”
“I’m coming—” She clenches my cock hard at the same time as her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Kaz?—”
I follow right behind her.
I thrust into her one last time as my grip tightens around her neck.
“Oh, God—” I squeeze my ass cheeks hard and spill myself inside her intoxicating pussy. It’s so core-shaking, I’m surprised I don’t lose consciousness and land us both on the floor.
I let go of her neck and take her weight in both hands.
She drops her forehead against my shoulder. “Mother of God.” Her breath brushes across my skin.
“Yeah. I know.”
For the next few heartbeats, Harley and I pant as we struggle to catch our breaths, the rhythmic sounds of our heavy breathing echoing in the room.
She lifts her head up. “I was never one for annotations like some other book girlies, but you’ve convinced me to change my ways. From now on, I think I’m going to start highlighting all the passages I want to role play. Because you master the art of stepping into the shoes of the perfect book boyfriend.” She arches a brow, her lips pursed. “#BetterThanABookBoyfriend #HandNecklace #Smexy #BookScenes #He’sA10.”
I tilt my head back and let out a boisterous laugh.
When our eyes meet, hers are huge.
“What?”
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
“What is it, Harley? Did I come so hard, I grew a horn in the middle of my forehead?”
“Hearing you laugh for the first time is on par because that was a freaking unicorn moment, if I ever heard of one.”
You bring out a side of me I didn’t even know existed.I roll my eyes. “Stop razzing me, Goldilocks.”
“And…the grizzly bear is back.”
I shake my head.
I drop her to her feet and place a soft kiss on her lips.
I pull away, remove the condom, and stride to the bathroom to get rid of it. I’m back in a flash. I drink in her naked body. Her beautiful pale skin is spotted with red blotches from the rush of blood from her climax.
I did that to her.
“I swear, this fake relationship is paying dividends.” She laughs.
I don’t.
A zip of irrational anger rushes through me.
I pinch my lips together.
