I just slept with my brother's best friend.My temporary roommate. The man whose team I'm supposed to plan more events for, without any personal complications.
This was supposed to be the night I proved myself professionally, and instead, I've just made everything a hell of a lot more complicated.
11
Cole
I wake to sunlight filtering through my bedroom windows and reach for Harper, expecting to find her warm body curled against mine. Instead, my hand meets cold sheets.
The bed is empty.
I sit up, listening for sounds of her moving around the apartment. Nothing. I pad naked through the apartment, checking the kitchen, the living room, and her office setup in the dining room. All empty.
When I knock on her bedroom door, there's no answer, but I can hear the sound of running water from her bathroom.
I should give her privacy. I should go back to my room, get dressed, and pretend last night was just about physical release. But everything in me rebels against that idea.
I push open her bedroom door and cross to the bathroom. Through the frosted glass shower door, I can see her silhouette, head tilted back under the spray.
I slide the door open and step inside. “Good morning.”
Harper spins around, startled. Her hands immediately fly up to cover her breasts, water streaming down her flushed skin.
“Cole. What are you?—”
“Why did you run off?” I ask, reaching for her wrists and gently prying her hands away from her chest. “I want to see you.”
She tries to cover herself again, but I catch her hands.
“Last night was a mistake,” she says in a trembling voice.
“The only mistake was you sneaking off from my bed.” I cup her breasts, feeling their weight in my palms, watching her breathing change. “But tell me why you think it was a bad idea.”
“You know why,” she gasps as I brush my thumbs over her nipples.
I lower my head and take one peaked nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. Her protest turns into a moan.
“We can't have a serious conversation when you're doing that,” she says weakly.
“Multitask,” I murmur against her skin, then lift my head to meet her eyes. “The only problem I see is your brother.”
Her head falls back against the tile wall as I continue my attention to her breasts. “Brett is the least of my problems,” she manages between moans. “The problem is we're working together. It's wrong.”
I drop to my knees in front of her, the warm water cascading over both of us. I grip her thighs, spreading them apart.
“So, is this wrong?” I peer up at her. “You think how wet you are for me is wrong? How hard I am for you?”
A whimper is her first answer. Then her hands come down, finger tangling in my wet hair, trying to push me back between her legs. I hold firm, resisting the pressure. “I won’t continue until you answer my question.”
Her hips give a frantic, little jerk. “No,” she gasps, the word tearing from her. “It's not wrong. Please, Cole.”
Her plea shatters the last of my control. My tongue strokes a slow, firm path through her slick folds, holding her hips firmly in place.
My tongue circles her clit, and her cries grow louder and more desperate. I slip two fingers inside her, curling them, finding that spot that makes her scream, my mouth never losing its rhythm.
“Fuck!” Harper cries out, her hands curling in my hair. “Don’t stop, Cole.”
Her words ignite a feral, possessive fire in me, driving me to push her further, to wring every last scream and shudder from her body.
