She pulls back, searching my face. There's a million things I can say to her right now but that's not what she needs.
Without a word, she moves like water, pliable and willing as I guide one of her legs over my thigh. It's not enough, not nearly enough for what I want to give her.
“Are you particularly attached to these?” My voice rattles with want as I skim my fingertips along the waistband of her leggings.
I love that she answers without pause. “No, Sir.”
Thin fabric rips like tissue paper, exposing her to me. Harper sucks in a sharp breath. Under her leggings, she’s completely bare. Bare, glistening, and perfect. I guide her down onto my thigh, until she’s enveloping me in a heat I’ll gladly die in.
“Take what you need, baby.”
Harper’s hands press against my shoulders, fingers intertwining with the fabric, and slowly tilts her hips, dragging her center along my thigh.
Shudders rattle our chests simultaneously. My head falls back to the couch as hers dips forward to press against mychest. “Do it again,” I strain to say, barely hanging on by a thread.
She pulls back and rocks forward again. “Yes, Sir,” she breathes and I feel the smile playing on her lips.
I’ve died and gone to heaven. If there was anything past heaven, I would have transcended there as well. Harper is relentless, picking up speed, slowing down and rolling her hips into me with abandon. Without shame. She takes what she wants, rubbing her slick, wet cunt against my leg, whimpering for more with each stroke.
“That’s my girl.”
With her head thrown back, each labored breath has her breasts straining to stay contained in the tight, thin strapped shirt she has on. “Am I? Am I your girl, Sir?”
My fingers thread into the hair along her neck as I crash my mouth into hers. Desperate to show her exactly how much she is mine and how much I am hers. Harper’s lips meet mine with as much fervor as I was pouring into her. Her mouth is as sweet and soft as cotton candy as I run my tongue along her bottom lip, nipping at the reddened flesh.
“You must think I’m terrible.” I pant as she grinds harder and faster. “For not telling you every second, of every fucking day, that you’re mine.” I’m unable to stop myself from meeting each rock of her hips.
My cock weeps in my pants, a ludicrous amount of pre-cum coating the inside of my boxers and my own climax barreling to the surface. I haven’t came in my pants since I was a pre-teen but I’ll quickly have to adjust that streak, because with Harper using me to chase her orgasm, I’m minutes away from spilling all over myself.
She whines as I bury my face in her chest, pawing at her top until tits are free and hanging heavy with need. “So fucking perfect.” My tongue darts out, licking a stripe across her right breast, pulling back only long enough to say, “So fucking mine.” Harper cries out my name and a slough of profanities follow when my lips latch onto her hardened nipple and she arches into me. “And I’ll tell you every day.”
Her hips grind down harder, fingers dig into my shoulder as she tips over the edge. My dick pulses, and I lose my battle with trying not to finish as my climax washes over me, heavier than a tsunami wave.
We stay locked in a tight embrace as we float back down from the clouds, as she toys with the hair on the back of my neck, her head resting on my shoulder.
I’m not sure she even realizes it as she drifts off but her last words, as faint as they are, are clear. “I’m yours, Nolan.”
February 13
In no world wouldHarper cancel the band before the ball and it wasn't hard to figure out who was behind it. That particular problem would be handled later because I have one day to pull amiracle out of my ass.
Harper fell asleep curled into my side as I lay awake trying to figure out how to help.
The only issue is I don’t know a damn thing about hiring a band. But what I do have is an almost limitless amount of money to make things happen, and for Harper I was going to make sure tomorrow went on as planned. And I have Maxine. With those two things at my disposal, there's not much I can’t accomplish.
I could have just called her but this might be something I need to beg for and it would be better to do in person. Not that Maxine will withhold any help from me, but I haven't seen or talked to her since I chased after Harper running out of Midnights.
During the day Midnights is simply a building in an industrial park. Few vendors come in and out every day; cleaners, beverage sellers who stock the bar, and a laundry service. Maxine even has a contract with a local upscale sex store that stops by once a month to make sure all the toys are still in working shape and the Shibari ropes aren't fraying. Maxine has a contact for everything.
I punch the code into the door since the bodyguard doesn't start until the sun sets, and head straight to Maxine’s office.
The door’s slightly a jar, I knock once before pushing into her office. Maxine’s head snaps up, surprise flashes inher eye first at the sudden intrusion she wasn’t expecting before she splits into a smile. “Nolan, what are you doing here?”
“Hey, Max.” I drop into one of the chairs in front of her.
She stops whatever she was doing on her computer and gives me her full attention. There’s a million reasons to like Maxine, but my favorite attribute has to be that she will always give you her full attention. Doesn't matter if you show up unannounced, or if she was in the middle of a conference call, if you call in need, Maxine is always there. “Uh oh, what's wrong?” There's also never any use in lying to her because she always knows when something's wrong.
Suddenly the band is the last thing on my mind. “Did you invite Harper to Midnights for me?”
