My cum should be marking Harley’s sinful body, or better yet, shooting down her pretty little throat.
I let the water wash over me as I regain my composure.
Several heartbeats later, and the release that was supposed to help me find some sort of equilibrium, did no such thing.
I’m still wound up as tight as a spring.
I let my head hang.
I need something more hardcore to exorcize this woman out of my head.
If not, I’ll never make it through this charity luncheon.
Chapter 26
Make it hurt
Harley
Iwake up with a jolt, my eyes flying open.
I reach for the lamp and turn on the light.
Kaz is nowhere to be seen.
Disappointment washes over me.
I run a hand through my hair and exhale a long breath.
These nightmares are going to be the end of me.
Did I say anything incriminating?
Crap.
I sit there for a long beat, as I take in my surroundings, thanking my lucky stars Kaz Lindström came to my rescue.
Man, it’s going to be a hell of a downgrade when I move out of this bedroom and into a small apartment I can afford.
His carriage house has become my safe place.
No.He’sbecome my safe place.
The man is under my skin and burrowing deeper every minute I spend with him.
My eyes linger on the empty armchair where my knight in shining armor has been sleeping since he took me into his home. Only the Hermes blanket I could never afford rests neatly folded on the armchair. My gaze swings to the other side of the bed. The sunken pillow and rumpled sheets indicate it wasn’t a dream.
Kaz slept in my bed last night.
I reach out and touch his side of the bed.
It’s no longer warm.
I flashback to the illegally hot scene from last night.
Even though his lips never touched mine, I was turned on like a light switch.
If he still wants me to be his fake girlfriend and practice kissing, based on last night’s scene that was straight out of a spicy romance novel, the moment his lips touch mine, I’ll combust.
