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She sighs a little, her hands sliding around my back and down to my ass. “Harlan,” she whispers, and it’s all I need.

I kiss her, hot and slow. Deep. Losing myself in the feel of her. So soft and warm beneath me. I dig my cock into her thigh, already getting hard. And she shifts her hips to accommodate me.

I find her opening, slick and ready for me, and push inside.

I swallow the soft sounds she makes as we kiss, needing to consume her. To possess her again.

To lose myself in her body, completely.

In the back of my mind, I know what I’m doing. I’m fucking her again, when I said I wouldn’t.

But I don’t care. I sink into her again and again. I don’t fucking care.

It’s dark in here, and the hunger between us is insatiable. And all I want is the feel of her, sucking me in. I thrust into her again and again, drowning in the sweet oblivion.

But no matter how deeply I fall into her, I know I need to be careful.

I can’t let her in.

I can’t start to need her.

Need this.

No matter how good it feels.

No matter how many times we come together tonight, I just have to make it clear to her that this won’t last.

Chapter 15

Quinn

Ifeel a warm, strong hand sliding down my back, seeking. Harlan grabs a handful of ass cheek and squeezes.

“Morning, sunshine,” he murmurs in my ear, with that liquid-chocolate sex voice of his.

I grumble, face first in a pillow. “Nuh-uh.”

“Oh, my.” He squeezes again. “Is my sunshiny little friend a grump in the morning?”

“Very funny,” I grumble. “We are not friends.” I push myself up, turquoise hair everywhere. “And what did you expect me to do, spring out of bed singing ‘A Spoonful of Sugar’? I’m not Mary Poppins.” I toss off the covers. “I need a coffee and some breakfast. Then I’ll be a much better human.”

I start sliding off the bed, but he catches me around the waist and drags me back. Right up against his warm body.

His erection, long and eager, pokes me in the ass. “You were much nicer yesterday morning when you woke up in my bed.”

“Yesterday I was walking on eggshells, worried about pissing you off or making it awkward or hurting each other’s feelings.”

“And this time?”

“This time I don’t care. Because we already established that this isn’t happening again. Which means…” I squirm out of his grip, eel-like, and break free. “We’re done here.” I give him a winning smile that’s the equivalent of the middle finger.

He smolders at me.

I pick up my clothes and my purse from his bedroom floor. “So, thanks for the orgasms,” I add casually. “I’ll be going now.”

“Whoa. What about that coffee?”

I’m heading for the bathroom, but turn on my heel. “What coffee would that be?”