Shuffling on my ass, I move to the middle of the bed and take out my other earbud. “I’m frustrated and angry, and I just want some relief to distract me. My vibrator is lost in one of the boxes, and the meeting didn’t go well. I want to forget about today. But…” I bite my lip, feeling ridiculous as tears burn the backs of my eyelids. “I can’t find it.”
The point of no return is lost in the rearview mirror.
Molten. There’s no other way to describe his stare. His chest rises and falls, but otherwise, he’s made of stone—including the bulge growing in the front of his pants.
Holy fuck, he’s turned on.
“What do you need?” His voice cracks. “Tell me, and I’ll help you.”
I hesitate.
“Don’t leave me guessing, sweetheart, because my mind is going wild over here.” Statuesque stance broken, he steps forward, crossing the first line. His presence fills the room. “Tell meexactlywhat you need.”
“You. I need you.” I’m done caring how needy I sound. “Please, Warren.”
His head drops, a throaty groan leaving him. “God dammit, Harriet. Half of me was hoping you wouldn’t say that.”
I suck in a breath. “And the other half?”
His fiery gaze snaps to mine. “Was hoping you would.”
THIRTY-FOUR
WARREN
I’m torndown the middle. The sound of my willpower splitting in two is audible.
You. I need you.
Please, Warren.
Words have never sounded sweeter. She never has to beg with me, but fuck, if it isn’t sweet falling from her rosy lips.
Skin flushed, long legs bared, tight nipples peeking through her sweater.
Denying Harriet is impossible. Pleasing her is my mission. She wants my help. Wants me to stay. Wants me.
The dilemma: just because I can doesn’t mean I should.
I’ve dreamed of this, reimagined it while fisting my cock, her sweet, musky taste a torturous memory slowly fading. The afternoon in her bathroom did nothing to extinguish the fire burning wildly inside, it simply fed it, leaving me deprived and hungry for a refill.
Refusing her would be cruel, with her crystal eyes glimmering from the early afternoon sun streaking through the blinds. I still recall how they glazed and rolled back in themotel. Seeing her so frustrated is painful, and the kindest thing to do is put us both out of our misery.
Mistaking my hesitation for rejection, her legs begin to close. “Warren. If I’m asking too much from you?—”
“Keep them open.” My voice cracks through the air like a whip. “If help is what you need, let me be the one to give it to you.”
Because like fuck am I allowing a stranger to fill my shoes.
I’m a devout servant, happy and willing to give her whatever is necessary.
Only once.
It can only be once.
Harriet curls her plump lips around her teeth and drops her knees again.
My hands tremble at the sight.
