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COREY

I glance over at her as I drive the camper back to my flat. She says she’s no princess, and she’s right. She’s a fucking angel.

She should have run at the first hint of the darkness that follows me around, yet she’s here, holding my hand as I drive and agreeing to spend the night with me.

Going back to my place could be a mistake. All my shit is in boxes. It’s nowhere near a home. But I can’t bring myself to go back to her house, knowing that we’ll have company. I need this woman all to myself. I need her in my bed.

We pull up outside my building, and I park in my allotted space, which is a novelty.

“Stay there,” I warn, jumping from the camper and jogging around to her side.

I pull her door open and step up to her.

“Last chance to change your mind.”

She shakes her head, a shy smile playing on her lips. My cock swells, knowing just how those full lips feel wrapped around it.

“Argh, Corey,” she squeals as I lift her from the seat and throw her over my shoulder.

Slamming the camper door, I march toward the building.

“This isn’t necessary,” she shouts as I unlock the front door and head for the stairs. “Your neighbors will think you’re abducting me.”

“Let them.”

I run my hand up the back of her exposed thigh and enjoy the feeling of her shuddering in my hold.

When she crawled onto my lap earlier, it took all my restraint not to take her right there and then, where any fuckers could have walked by.

She deserves more than me. It’s one of the reasons I admitted what I did. I don’t want to put her off, but equally, I need her to know what she’s getting involved with. If she’s got images in her head of a white wedding, a picket fence and two point five kids, then she really needs to walk away.

I know the pain that comes with plans like that falling apart, and I refuse to put myself in that position again.

Alone is better.

No one can leave.

No one can betray you when you’re all alone.

I carry her up to my flat as if she weighs no more than a feather before finding my keys and letting us in.

The second we’re inside, I kick the door closed and drop her to her feet. She wobbles a little and takes a step back while all the blood rushes from her head.

“That really wasn’t necessary.” Her eyes hold mine, and I’m grateful she didn’t look around the place the second she opened them. I’m ashamed that I’ve been here all these weeks, yet I have no real home to show of it.

“I haven’t got much to offer, but would you like a drink?”

I take a step toward her, and she takes one back, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

“No.”

“No?” I step toward her again, and she takes another back until she bumps up against the island.

“No.”

“Well, I don’t have a TV, so that’s out. Is there anything else I can interest you in?”

Her eyes drop from mine in favour of my chest, and, in my need to get closer, I lift my arm behind me and drag my shirt up and over my head. Her eyes feast on me, getting darker and darker by the second.

She bites down on her bottom lip as I step right up to her. Her soft breasts brush against my chest, and my cock hardens for her.

“Corey,” she moans, reacting to the simple touch in the same way.

“What is it you want, Lo?”

“Y-You.”

“Fuck.”

Taking her cheeks in my palms, I tilt her head back and slam my lips to hers. They part immediately, her tongue coming out to dance with mine as if she’s as desperate for this as I am.

It’s been almost a week since I was inside her, and that’s too damn long. She’s been the only thing I’ve thought about since I met her; not having her again was never a question.

My hands drop to her arse so I can lift her onto the counter. Her legs wrap around my waist, lining us up perfectly, and we both moan into our kiss, desperate for more.

I push the fabric from her shoulders before wrapping my fingers around the bottom of her tank and pulling it up her body.

Our lips part, but only for a second. The moment the fabric is clear of her face, she’s reaching for me once again.

I kiss along her jaw and down her neck as I palm her still lace-covered breasts. She moans above me as I pinch her already pert nipples through the fabric.

My name is a plea on her lips, and it makes my head spin with desire.

“Fuck. I need you.”

“Yes. Yes,” she chants as I slide my palms up her thighs, taking the fabric of her skirt with them until it bunches around her waist.

“These are pretty,” I say, running my finger over the damp lace between her thighs as she squirms about on my kitchen counter.

“Oh God. More. Please.” Her legs widen as she tries to find my friction.

“That’s it, my little goddess,” I encourage. “Tell me what you need.”

“I-I need you. I need everything.”

Slipping the fabric aside, I run my finger through her wet folds, and her head falls back in pleasure. Making the most of the opportunity, I fix my lips to the sensitive skin of her neck and suck and lick as I slide my fingers deep inside her.

“Oh God. Oh God.”

With a hand on the small of her back, I slide her forward to allow me to push up higher into her. I want to find the spot that makes her scream.

“Corey,” she cries when I hit it and start to up my tempo.

I kiss down her chest and over the swell of her breasts, but I need more. Releasing the clasp of her bra, I watch in delight as the fabric falls from her body, revealing her tits to me. I waste no time in leaning forward and sucking one of her rosy, pink peaks into my mouth.

She tastes even better than I remember. I lick and bite while I fuck her into a frenzy.

“Come for me, Harlow,” I demand between kisses.

In only seconds, her walls clamp down around my fingers so tightly that it makes my cock weep, and she cries out my name into my empty flat.

Suddenly, this place doesn’t feel so cold, so depressing.

She’s only been here a few moments, yet she’s already brought colour and life into a place I avoid at all costs.

It’s a stark reminder of my reality. I might look like I’m living the high life in LA, running Zach’s newest studio, but the man behind that mask is a very different story.

She’s barely come down from her high when I pull her into my body. Her legs automatically wrap around my waist, and her arms cling to my shoulders as I move us toward the back of the flat and my bedroom.

Once again, she doesn’t take any notice of her surroundings as her lips land on my rough jaw and kiss down my neck. She grinds her hips, knowing full well that she’s pressed up tightly against my length, and a growl rumbles up my throat.

The second we’re in my room, I throw her down on my bed and watch as she bounces a few times before I reach out to remove what’s left of her clothing.

“I need you naked. Now,” I warn as I pop the button on her skirt and drag it down her legs. Her knickers follow, leaving her gloriously bare and waiting for me. “Much better.”

She pushes herself so she’s sitting and resting back on her palms, allowing me the time I need to get my fill, although I already know it’ll never be enough.

I could stare at her all night, but I know the second she leaves in the morning that I’ll want to do it all over again. It’s fucking unnerving.

Before I’m ready, she scoots over to the edge of the bed. I want to tell her to go back, but the moment her fingers brush the skin above the waistband of my jeans and boxers, all thoughts leave my mind.

“I think it’s your turn, don’t you?”

I open my mouth to reply, to tell her that I want nothing more than to watch her suck my cock deep into her mouth once again, but all words leave me when she releases my jeans and pushes everything down my hips.

My cock springs free and she licks her lips as she stares at it like it’s her next meal.

She doesn’t bother fully removing my remaining clothes. Instead, she wraps her fingers around me and leans forward.

“Fuuuuuck,” I groan as she licks the tip of me. I thread my fingers into her red hair and hold her in place. Her huge, chestnut eyes find mine, and something happens in my chest. Something that tells me that I’m never going to be able to let her go.

Fuck.

My thoughts are lost when she leans forward, sucking my length into her mouth. I hit the back of her throat before she pulls back and licks around the tip once again.

“Fuck, Harlow.” She smiles around me at my praise and, thankfully, keeps going.

Long before I’m ready for it to end, my balls draw up and my cock twitches violently in her mouth. She doesn’t miss a beat in swallowing me down.

Fuck, this woman has me on my knees, and she has no idea.

Unable to bear not touching her, I crawl over her body, forcing her to scramble up the bed.

“You’re right,” I mumble against her neck.

“Oh yeah?”

“You’re not a princess. No princess sucks cock quite like that.”

She barks out a laugh, the sound making tingles erupt in my body. “Have a lot of experience with that?”

“Oh yeah. I was a regular at Buckingham Palace, back in the day.” I tickle down her side and she squirms beneath me.

“I can just picture you having afternoon tea with the Queen.”

Looming over her, I take one of her nipples in my mouth before kissing down her stomach.

Pushing her legs wide, I lick up her seam as she sighs in pleasure.

“I much prefer dirty princesses.” The vibration of my voice makes her moan seconds before I seal my lips around her.

She’s crying out once again in seconds. It seems sucking me off got her all worked up.

No sooner has she come down from her release than I grab a condom from the bedside table and slide into her scorching, wet heat.

Now this place really feels like home.

“Promise me something,” I ask when we both fall onto the bed with heaving chests after our second round.

“Sure.”

“Promise me that you’ll still be here in the morning.”

She turns to me, her dark eyes going all soft.

I hate that my words might be giving her ideas about the future, but for the first time in my adult life, the prospect of waking up to a woman doesn’t freak me the fuck out.

The last thing I want is her running off again.

I’d much prefer her to be right here so we can start our day properly.

“O-okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’d better make it worth my while though,” she says with a wink, making me laugh.

“Oh, you can fucking guarantee it.”

Rolling her over, I press my lips to hers. If she thinks she’s sleeping yet, then she needs to think again.