The dining room fills with the sound of my throaty pleas and flesh striking flesh. I’m moments away from losing reality when his voice breaks through. “Come for me, Harper.”
I detonate and long awaited relief sweeps through my veins.
Without realizing it, I was waiting for his instructions. My back bows off the table, eyes squeezed shut as stars erupt like a firework finale. My fingers curl around his wrist where he’s keeping my thighs spread open and fucks me through my orgasm.
I’m boneless and floating, riding on the final waves as Nolan finishes, spilling into me with stuttering hips and a guttural, almost vulgar groan.
Between panting breaths and sweat soaked skin a connection fuses between us. Welding a bond
Nolan pulls out from me, eyes once again glued to my thighs and where his cum slowly starts to pool onto the dining table.
“God, you're perfect.”
I can get used to this.
For Wednesday, my task list is entirely too long, but I have to push most of it aside, and I’m heading over to the only hotel in Cupid, where the gala will take place. Honestly, I’m not sure how to be productive after last night.
I’m halfway out of my office when Nolan appears in the doorway.
There should be a rule put into place saying Nolan can’t walk out of the house looking like sin incarnate before noon. Eros, an aptly given name. He strides into my office, and swings the door shut behind him, forcing me to step backward. “Where are you off to?”
“Venue check, I want to get over there before lunch.” He takes a couple more steps toward me. “Why?”
He examines me, slowly dragging his gaze from the tips of my toes back up until he meets my eyes. “Come over tonight.” Not a question, not really a demand either, but my stomach drops at his words regardless.
“Again?” For some reason when we agreed to this arrangement, I thought maybe we'd get together a few times here and there, most likely on a weekend. What I didn’t expect is the want sparking in his eyes mid morning on a work day.
“Yes, again. Tomorrow, too.”
I laugh as a response. “You’re joking.”
An atmospheric change occurs in my small government office. Air still, the temperature rockets making my sweater unbearably warm as he pulls to his full height, towering over me without making me feel caged in. “I wasn’t joking, Harper, I don’t think I can function properly if I don’t get a taste of you every—”
He takes another step toward me.
“Single.”
Anotherstep.
“Day.”
I have half a mind to fall back on my desk and give him exactly what he wants. But the door opens before I can lean back.
“Harper—” Sadie’s pitchy voice cuts through the veil. Nolan takes a small step back. I feel like I'm about to have a heart attack from the sudden switch. Sadie’s gaze bounces between the limited space between Nolan and I. “Am I interrupting something?”
We speak at the same time but not with the same answer. Our mixup has Sadie’s eyebrow skyrocketing and eyes doubling in size.
Flicking my gaze over to Nolan, I convey some sort of ‘what the hell’ look before answering. “No, Sadie, you’re not.”
But Nolan just can’t keep his mouth shut. “I was just asking Harper if she needed any help with the upcoming ball.”
Sadie perks up, entering further into the room with quick steps. “Of course,” she says with a new lightness in her voice. One that’s entirely fake and reserved for Nolan. Anyone with eyes around the building knows she's been trying to land her claws in him since day one. “Please let me know if I can be of any help, Harper. I love throwing parties.”
Rocking back on my heels, I look between the two of them. “Yeah, this is a little more than throwing a party.” It's impossible to keep the disdain out of my voice.
Her eyes narrow, lips curling into a slight sneer before vanishing in the blink of an eye. “Well, you know where to find me. I’m always happy to help.” She turns and leaves, apparently forgetting whatever it is she came in here for in the first place.
“Want me to fire her?” Nolan sneaks up behind me to say.
