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“Goodnight, Guinevere,” he says heading upstairs.

“Goodnight, Harvey,” she calls after him before looking back to me. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Lee and I.” I go to argue but she holds up her hand. “Please, let me finish. I know you say it’s my prerogative, but you’re more than just an employer to me, Annika.”

“I am?” I frown, unsure where this is now going.

She smiles sadly. “Of course, you are. You saved me. Whether you want to admit that or not, you saved me. You’re the reason I’m still alive, I’m certain of that. You’re my friend.”

My mouth gapes open. I don’t think anyone has ever called me their friend before. I’m not sure what to do now, I am so uncomfortable. “Right, well…um…”

She chuckles. “Don’t worry, I’m not expecting cocktail nights and to braid each other’s hair.”

That makes me laugh, the imagery preposterous. “Well, that’s a relief.”

“But I respect you enough to tell you of changes in my life. This thing with Lee, it’s—”

“Serious?” I finish for her, and she nods with an indulgent smile.

“Yes, it’s serious. I love him and he loves me.”

I watch that love bloom on her face as she thinks of him, and it makes my chest tight. I kind of want to hug Guinevere right now and it takes me aback. “I’m very happy for you, Guinevere. Truly, I am.”

She nods before her eyes dart behind me to where Harvey disappeared a few moments ago. “And I’m happy for you, Annika. He’s a good man.”

I hate the hot feeling in my cheeks, and I roll my shoulders, clearing my throat. “Yes, well, we’ll see.”

She smiles again. “Goodnight, Miss Wolfe.”

“Goodnight, Guinevere.”

Harvey is waiting for me in my room when I get there and the strangest urge to apologise for my tardiness washes over me, but it quickly grows dry when I see the bare skin of his chest. His t-shirt has been discarded on the floor and his belt hangs limply from the loops of his jeans. The top button popped open, and his feet are bare. My mouth waters while my throat feels dry, and I’m frozen with my back to the closed bedroom door.

“Come here,rainha.” His voice is smooth like melted chocolate and my feet move on his command, taking me to stand in front of him. I’m still in my four-inch Manolo Blahnik’s so we’re eye to eye as I stand only six inches away from his semi nakedness. The temptation is too strong, so I trace my peach painted nail over the sharp line of his collar bone and down over his pectoral, the flesh quivering under my touch. I feel every mountain and valley of his muscles with the tips of my fingers and the warmth of his skin travels to my centre.

Harvey steps closer, slipping his fingers under my jacket at my chest and sliding up to push it off my shoulders. My strapless shirt leaves my collarbone and shoulders bare and Harvey’s lips find my neck, his breath blowing hot and moist down to the hollow of my throat. When his tongue darts into the little nook, I suck in a sharply cold breath. My hands are gliding gently over every bit of his bare skin that I can reach, my palms feeling the planes and divots of hard muscle and catching on the stiff nubsof his nipples. He hisses as I scrape over them again and I can’t help but smile, loving the affect I have on him.

“Do you want me on the bed?” I ask almost shyly.

“Change of plan,” he whispers before taking my mouth in a bruising kiss. Undoing the clasp on my suit trousers, he shoves his hand in my underwear and starts an aggressive assault on my desperate clit. After a day of denial and pining, it feels amazing to have him touch me. I instantly collapse onto him, looping my arms around his neck. “So wet for me,rainha. So fucking desperate for me.”

I keen in protest when he takes his hand away too quickly.

“What’s your safe word?” he asks quietly.

“Coconut,” I breathe.

“Good. Get on your knees.” My eyes bug as I register what he’s just said, and I hesitate. Harvey’s brows raise expectantly. “I told you, you have to earn it,rainha. You want to come? Ask me nicely, with your mouth wrapped around my cock.”

I shift on my feet, clenching my thighs to put some much-needed pressure on my throbbing clit and his lips tilt into an amused, knowing smile. I glare back at him, not backing down from the challenge as I slowly drop to my knees. I find myself licking my lips as I come eye level with the popped button of his jeans and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, wait for instruction or just grab at him.

He reaches down to stroke his fingers over my jawline, forcing me to look up at him. “Good girl. I like this,” he says gently. “You look so pretty on your knees for me.”

I arch a brow with all my attitude, and he smirks, swiping his thumb violently over my mouth and smearing my hot pink lipstick down to my chin. A small growl escapes me, and he chuckles.

“Now, now, play nice or I’ll have to put you over my knee,rainha.” He tuts with mock disappointment, but I know he lovesmy attitude. “Take it out,” he says, his voice catching, betraying how affected he is by me.

I reach over and slowly slide the zipper of his jeans down then tug them down along with his underwear. His cock jumps free, standing straight toward me, the slit at the head looking me in the eye. I peek up at him to find him looking down at me with a filthy darkness in his eyes, his chest heaving heavily with each breath. His fingers dig into my hair, but he doesn’t push me or force me to move, he just stares at me. Without breaking eye contact, I lean forward and gently lick the underside of his head. He sucks in a breath over his teeth, his face scrunching with the effort of not pushing me down on him. My hands stroke up his thighs and slide round to grip onto his arse as I open wide and suck him down.

The primal sound that leaves his throat spurs me on to take him further until he hits the back of my throat and I gag a little. “Fuck, that’s it. Choke on me,rainha,” he pants.