“Tsk tsk, Harrison. You just remember what happens when a lioness is cornered and hungry. Be careful that you don’t become her dinner.”
Vera struts out of the room like she didn’t just throw down the gauntlet. She’s madly mistaken if she thinks I can’t get rid of her. She may be under a contract, but she’s forgotten one thing…I’m Harrison James, and I get what I want when I want it. If I want her gone, she’s gone.
I shut down my computer and lock up my office, wanting nothing more than to see Olive right now. Especially after the visit from Vera. I’m going to have to do something about her.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
OLIVE
It’slate when something wakes me up. I lie still, listening. Trying to figure out what woke me. I suck in a breath to scream when I see a dark shadow in the doorway to my bedroom.
“It’s just me, angel.”
I let out the breath on a rushed sigh. In my sleep muddled brain, I forgot that I gave Harrison my spare key since he said he would be coming over late again.
“You scared me,” I accuse.
He crosses the room and kneels down beside me on the bed. “I’m sorry. Forgive me?” he asks with a sexy, totally forgivable smile.
I reach up and sift my fingers through his hair and pull him down to my lips for a chaste kiss. “Of course.”
He kisses me lightly then stands to undress. I watch his silhouette as he strips down to his boxers. I let out a happy sound when he crawls under the blankets with me and pulls me against his chest. He lets out a deep sigh as I cuddle against him.
“Rough day?”
“You have no idea,” he mutters.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
With his hands on my hips, he pulls me on top of him so I’m straddling his waist. “I don’t feel much like talking,” he says, rolling his hips so that I can feel his erection pressing against my core.
“Definitely doesn’t feel like you want to talk.” He pulls me down for a deep, hard kiss. “Talking is overrated,” I gasp.
“Mmm,” he agrees, kissing me again. And again.
As quick as a flash, Harrison has me on my back, my panties off, and my shirt pushed up over my breasts. His lips encircle one turgid peak. I arch my back into his touch, loving the feel of him as he teases my body. Just that one small touch has me careening towards the edge of release. Who knew I could get so turned on with just a little attention to my nipples?
I whimper when he pulls away, then let out a low moan of approval when just as quick he’s kneeling between my legs, his condom-covered cock poised at my entrance. Achingly slow, he pushes inside me, filling me with his thick cock. My walls stretch around him, and I wonder if I will ever get used to feeling him inside me.
Can one get used to being so close to another person?
Harrison slowly picks up the pace until I can’t think anymore. His cock shuttling in and out until the room is filled with the slapping of our skin and low moans of pleasure.
“Harrison,” I gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive place.
“There?” he asks through gritted teeth.
I nod my head because yeah… there… so very there. My eyes cross when he hits the spot again… and again… and again. My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, crushing me under its tumultuous ocean. I scream out my release, calling Harrison's name.
He groans my name as his cock jerks inside me, filling the condom. We both collapse to the bed panting. I wonder if sex is always like this or if it’s just him. If it’s always like this, I’vebeen seriously missing out. A small voice inside me says it’s just Harrison and that I am very much past casual in my feelings for him.
I’m not sure how many times we reach for each other in the night, but it’s late when I wake up in bed alone. I run my hand over the cold sheets where Harrison slept beside me last night, and my heart aches at not having him to wake up to. I pull on one of Harrison’s shirts—he’s getting quite the collection of clothes left behind at my place—and head to the kitchen for coffee.
A smile spreads across my face when I see the note Harrison left me.
Hated leaving you in bed. Meet me for lunch at noon at Ridgeway?
