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Chapter Twenty-One

MARCUS

F uck. Me.

I cannot get to Harper’s place fast enough. I’m pushing ten over the speed limit—something I never do—but I can’t help it. The minute I saw Harper tonight, I wanted to throw our plans out the window.

Dinner? Who needs to eat when they have Harper looking like a dream?

It wasn’t just the top she was wearing, hinting at what’s underneath. Those damn leather leggings of hers have been driving me wild all night. They cling to her every curve. Curves I want to feel under my hands.

Harper is sitting with her hands under her thighs as I drive us back to her place. I don’t know why I chose a place so far away. It seems no matter how close we get, it only gets farther and farther away.

I can’t wait that long.

Finding an empty stretch of road—thank God the restaurant was outside the city—I spot a small, deserted clearing and throw the SUV in park .

“What are we doing?” Harper asks, looking confused.

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I turn to face her. “I can’t wait a minute longer. Can you?”

Her teeth sink into her plush, bottom lip. Lips I want to feel wrapped around the head of my cock.

“No.”

“Good.” My smile is cunning. “Get that pretty ass of yours into the backseat.”

Harper unbuckles herself and the two of us hop out of the car before climbing into the backseat. I don’t let her sit before I’m pulling her onto my lap.

My dick is hard as steel. I roll my hips, letting her feel exactly what she’s doing to me.

“Oh my God. Marcus,” Harper moans.

“Do you know how ready I am for you?” Fisting my hands in her hair, I tilt her head to the side. “How much I’ve wanted you all fucking night, Harper?”

“Not as much as I’ve wanted you.”

“How much have you wanted me?” I whisper against her neck. I trail a path of kisses over her throbbing pulse, rubbing my scruff over her smooth skin.

“Since you walked into my apartment tonight.”

I pull back. “That long, huh?”

I can just make out her nod through the darkness. Out here, where there’s no light pollution from the city, it’s hard to see her. My eyes are slowly adjusting. My need for her outweighs the want to have her spread out before me in a bed.

There’ll be time for that.

Right now, I need to bury myself inside this woman to calm my raging desire.

Harper leans close, the smell of her perfume overwhelming me. “Get me naked and you’ll find out. ”

I attack her mouth with my own. I swallow each gasp and moan as I ravage her mouth. It’s not polite or slow.

It’s a giving and taking. What both of us need right now.

Harper’s fingers are slowly working the buttons free on my shirt as I shove the blazer off her shoulders.

Her skin feels like pure heaven as I kiss every inch of it. Her hard nipples poke through the thin material of her top.

I trace a finger down the V of her top as it dips low, watching her shudder. I do the same on the other side. It’s all I do, repeating the move as she starts to rock over me.

“Touch me, Marcus.”

“Where?” I whisper into her skin.

“My breasts. I need to feel your hands on me.”

“Aren’t they on you?”

Now that my eyes have adjusted, I see the glare Harper aims my direction. “You know what I mean.”

Grabbing the strap to her top, I pull it down. Her breast pops free and I’m practically drooling at the sight, the hard nipple begging to be sucked and nibbled.

I flatten my tongue over the tight bud and listen to Harper whimper. My hands roam over her skin as I focus all of my attention on working this woman up. Short nails are digging into my bare shoulders.

There’s so much I want to do with Harper, but I know there will be time for that. I will carve out whatever free minutes I have to spend with her.

I pull down the other strap of her bodysuit and lavish that breast with the same attention. Harper’s hand moves to my head, clutching me to her. I devour the woman sitting on top of me.

“Marcus. I need you inside of me.”

“Are you close?” I press a kiss to her cleavage .

Harper rocks my head back so she can look into my eyes. Even through the darkness, I can make out everything she is feeling. “Yes. I want to come on your dick.”

“Take my cock out.”

“Condom?” Harper asks as she reaches between us to undo my button and zipper.

I fish my wallet out of my back pocket and hold a foil packet in my hand for her.

Her hands are warm and small over my long length, but I’m thrusting into her hold. Harper makes quick work of sheathing my dick.

“Turn around. Hold on to the seat.”

I wiggle her leggings down her thighs and pull her back on top of me. I unsnap the clasps to her bodysuit and find her bare.

“You’ve been like this all night for me?” I push a finger inside of her.

“Yes. I want you so badly, Marcus.”

Hearing Harper beg has me pulling my finger out and lining my cock up with her pussy. There’s no point in waiting. Not when she wants me as badly as I want her.

I push slowly inside, eyes rolling in my head at how fucking good it feels.

“Fuck, yes,” I bite out.

“Mmm.” Harper is purring in my arms by the time I’m all the way inside her.

“You feel amazing.” I kiss each notch in her back as I let her adjust to my size. My hands play with her breasts, tweaking them as she arches into my touch.

“Fuck me, Marcus. Oh God, fuck me.”

I brush her long locks to the side and tug her back closer to me so I can nibble on her ear lobe. “Whatever you want, Harper. ”

I’m not slow. My hips set a punishing pace as Harper holds on to the back of the front seat.

Every thrust into her lights each nerve inside of me on fire.

“Marcus! Holy shit!” Harper isn’t quiet. With each piston of my hips inside her, her walls are squeezing my dick.

“C’mon, baby. I need to feel you come.”

“Make me come then,” Harper fires back.

I reach around her to find her clit and strum my fingers over it. Based on the way she’s choking my cock, she loves it.

“I can’t wait to feel you come all over me.”

“I’m right there.”

“C’mon, Harper.” I lick and suck on her shoulder. “I know my wife wants to come for me. Come like the good little girl that she is.”

“Marcus!” Harper shouts. “Oh my God!”

She’s detonating around me. “Fuck, yes.”

Holding onto the back of the seat, I keep jacking my hips up into her. Every pulse and flutter has my balls drawing up tight until I can’t hold back any longer.

“Fuck!” My moves are uncoordinated as I pour my release into the condom. “Holy shit. Holy shit, Harper.”

I nearly black out from coming so hard. I slow my hips down as Harper leans back into me. She’s a noodle in my arms as I hold her to my chest. I press kisses into her neck and shoulder, as her breathing slowly starts to even out.

“Marcus. That was?—”

“Incredible?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

Pulling out, I tie off the condom and drop it on the floor, making a note to take care of it later. I adjust Harper in my arms, cradling her to me. My fingers comb through the soft locks of her now messy hair.

Her skin is warm against mine. Our breaths mingle in the cool air inside the car.

“Well, there’s a lot more where that came from.”

Because I don’t ever plan to stop doing this with Harper.

Not now. Not ever.