Harrison’s hold on me tightens while he deepens the kiss, causing me to lose all resolve, opening up to him.
His hold is tight and possessive, but his tongue is gentle as it sweeps through my lips, and I feel it down to my toes. One hand palms my behind, pulling me into his body to feel his growing erection. The other creeps up my body, weaving through my hair to position my head in the exact way he likes it—turned to the side so he can break us apart and lick up my neck.
My knees buckle, and a soft throb begins pulsing between my legs.
“You taste fucking delicious.” The deep growl of his voice vibrates against my skin, and I’m about to say fuck it to hell until my backup alarm goes off, breaking me out of my momentary stupor.
“I’m going to overcook the steak.” I panic, attempting to push him away, but it’s useless.
He’s a brick wall of muscle. “Harrison,” I whine.
Grabbing my cheeks, he suctions his pouty lips and kisses me hard one last time before a quick smack to my ass.
I take out the steak and let it rest while I plate the vegetables and potatoes.
“Take these to the table, please, and go sit. Dinner is ready.”
Harrison
Fucking hell.
“Where are you going? I said dinner is ready, Harrison,” Jules calls after me.
“One second, baby. I’ll meet you in the dining room,” I call out, needing to get to the front door before the bell rings.
I open the door in a rush and keep it ajar so our voices don’t carry into the house.
“What the fuck are you doing here, and how did you get up the driveway, Rachel?” I snarl.
I’m furious right now.
How dare she show up uninvited.
She smirks flirtatiously. “Don’t you remember, Harry? You gave me the code that weekend you brought me here.” She reaches out to rub her fingers down my chest.
I throw her hand off me. “Do not fucking put your hands on me again. Do you understand me? And let’s get one thing straight. I’ve never taken you here for a weekend. You were outat your house, and you came over one night. Per the NDA I made you sign, you were not to use that code again.”
“Well, I heard you were in town, and I thought I’d come over and surprise you. I thought you would like some company.” She pauses. “And I miss you. It’s been months.”
Her face falls, and for a split second, I feel her hurt. I thought she understood that what we had was completely platonic, but maybe I gave her mixed signals.
Then it dawns on me that if she knew I was here, I’m sure she knows who I’m here with.
I run my hands down my face and try to calm myself before I lose my ever-loving shit on her.
“You have some fucking balls to show up here and try to intimidate Juliette. What did you think would happen? She would run away scared because you showed up. She is ten times the woman you are, and there is nothing you could do that would push her away.”
“You barely know her.”
“We have been together for almost three months. Of course, I fucking know her.” I bellow.
“Three months?” she shrieks.
Semantics. “Yes. So you can see for me this is serious.”
My grip on the door slips when it flies open as a furious Juliette stands there glaring daggers at Rachel.
Rachels’s face drops but quickly recovers, plastering on the fakest smile I’ve ever seen.
