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“Yes, please.”

“Put your hands back on the headboard.”

She hurries to follow my order. I duck my chin to hide my amusement. If she thinks I’m laughing at her, Grumpy Harper will make an appearance and shut things down.

I snap open her jeans and draw the zipper down, revealing her white lace panties. I want to rip them off but I stop myself. Harper worked hard to pay for these. I can’t wait to buy her sexy panties I can rip off.

I shove her jeans and panties down her legs in one go. I pause to appreciate the moment. Harper is finally in my bed. Naked and wanting me. It’s a dream come true.

“If I’m naked, you should be too.”

I don’t hesitate. I remove my jeans. My cock springs out, aiming straight for Harper. Her eyes flare and I tug on it a few times. She rubs her legs together in response.

I tap her foot. “Spread.”

She widens her legs and I kneel between them. I reach across her to open my nightstand drawer for a condom. I yank and the entire drawer opens before falling to the floor.

Harper giggles at my overenthusiasm. She can laugh all she wants. I’ll have her moaning soon. And screaming later.

I don a condom and brace myself over Harper with my cock notched at her entrance.

“There’s no going back from this, Harper. Once I’ve had you, I’m not letting you go.”

I meld my lips to hers before she can respond. I don’t want to argue with her. Not here. Not now.

I tease her opening with my cock while I memorize the taste of her mouth. The feel of her breasts pushing against mine.

I inch inside and moan at the feel of how hot and wet she is for me. I want to tease her more, but I can’t resist sinking into her until my balls slap against her ass.

She feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced before. She feels like home. Like forever.

Fuck, not being in love with this woman. I was lying to myself before when I said I wasn’t there yet. I’m there. I love her. And I’m going to convince her to fall in love with me.

Starting with getting her addicted to my cock.

Chapter 23

“Seriously. I don’t beg.” ~ Harper

Harper

Icuddle into the warmth behind me, and it moans.

Moans? How does warmth moan?

I force my eyes open and scan the room. Wait a smuggler’s minute. This isn’t my room.

The memories come flooding back. Knocking on Kai’s door in the middle of the night. Practically begging him for sex.

I wanted it to be romantic. I did not achieve my goal.

But the sex. Holy mermaids flirting with pirates on the sea! It was hot and satisfying and made my toes curl. I may have even screamed in pleasure. I won’t be admitting that to Kai, though.

My gaze lands on the clock. Eight a.m.

“Smugglers!” I screech and try to sit up. Kai’s arm holds me down. “Let me go.”

“Not a chance. I warned you, if we had sex, I wouldn’t let you go.”