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Harlee

I pressed a kiss to his neck and then said, “Okay, I need to go home, get showered, and changed, or I’m going to be late.”

“Take a shower here,” he said as he whispered against my lips.

And the thought of using his bathroom, the same place he washed his magnificent body, I found myself nodding.

I had the water started and had taken off my clothes, then I stepped into the shower.

Letting the hot water wash over me for a few minutes, and then I looked down at his shower caddy... and froze.

What in the world, “Umm, Carter?” I called out.

I watched through the glass as he stepped into the bathroom, “Yeah. Everything okay?”

“Care to tell me why there are bottles of shampoo and conditioner, the very brand I use, and the very same ones?” I asked.

Then I slid the door open and watched him.

He was leaning against the doorframe, as his hand came up to cup the back of his neck, his cheeks-tinged pink.

They.

Tinged.

Pink.

“Can I plead the fifth?” he asked as he looked at me.

Slowly, I shook my head, “Not a chance.”

He sighed, “This may very well go down to one of my most embarrassing moments, but for you, I find myself not caring in the slightest.”

I nodded, then gestured for him to start explaining.

“Remember the night of your prom?” he asked.

My brows furrowed. Where was he going with this? But I nodded.

“I leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, inhaled the scent, had to go to eight stores to find the right scent.”

I didn’t know what to say.

It wasn’t often that I was rendered speechless.

My mind went back to that night... six years ago.

That memory had often replayed in my mind over the years, along with a few others that have stuck with me over the years.

My eyes went back to the bottles, then to him. I whispered his name softly, “Carter.”

He stepped from the doorway and came to me, the moment I was within reaching distance, his hands came up and cupped the sides of my cheeks, “Told you. Only ever been you.”

My response... well... it was something I hadn’t ever done before, but I read enough books, so I winged it.

I smiled, then leaned up on my tiptoes, placed a kiss to the underside of his jaw and then softly, I said, “Need you in this shower with me.”

He lifted a brow, but nonetheless, took off his clothes and got into the shower with me.

Hands roamed lips pressed together.

Tongues danced.

And then... I dropped to my knees.

“Harlee Belle....” he started.

His cock was already hard and at the sight of it, I let out a moan, and then I whispered, “That’s not what you call me.”

“Darling,” he rasped out.

I felt my lips tug into a grin.

Then I moved.

I swirled my tongue over the tip of his cock and then took him as deeply as I could.

Moving my hand up, I worked it in tandem with my mouth.

Taking him as deeply as I could go, all the while swirling my tongue around and around his cock.

“Baby, don’t want me coming in your mouth, you need to stop.” He said with a rasp.

I wasn’t stopping.

Carter had promised all of himself to me.

And I wasn’t settling for anything less.

“Baby,” he moaned.

I moved my mouth sucking hard on the head of his cock, as I worked my hand faster around his length.

And then I felt his cock starting to swell, as he moaned my name, “Harlee Belle. Last. Chance."

I didn’t stop.

I kept doing what I was doing.

And then... I felt it.

And tasted it.

Hot bursts of cum filled my mouth, coating my tongue, working my throat I swallowed every last drop.

Then I licked him clean, making sure I had all of him.

Once I did, I pulled away from his cock and then stood up.

He narrowed his eyes at me, then crowded into me. My back was against the shower with his front plastered against mine.

Against my lips, he whispered, “Don’t think I’m not returning the favor.

I was so in love with this man; it wasn’t even funny.

I nodded, “Tonight.”

He nodded, “Fine.”

Then I felt his fingers.

Running through my sex, and then when his fingers moved to circle my clit, my head fell back, and I moaned.

He made me come with his fingers alone, his lips and tongue teasing along the side of my neck.

And then... he did the most sexist thing alive.

He washed and conditioned my hair for me.

***

Needless to say, I was indeed late to work. About an hour and a half late.

But it had been so worth it.

Everly smiled when she saw me, “Happiness looks good on you, boss.”

And yes, that night, before he had to leave to go to work, he made good on his promise.

The way he could work his tongue... freaking miraculous.

Twice.

***

I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take.

Lila had asked earlier in the week if a coworker of hers could join our girls’ night.

We had all agreed.

And as I caught Everly’s eyes, she rolled them.

I felt the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

I didn’t even have to turn around; I knew who had just walked into the bar.

I smiled as I took a sip of my drink.

The girls were talking about a new band that had come onto the scene when Hillary made a snide remark about how she was probably the only one of us in the group who could land a guy like him.

Lila looked at her and lifted a brow.

Talia looked at her with disgust all over her features.

And Everly just sighed.

Then Hillary looked at me and snidely asked, “So. Where’s that man of yours at?”

I grinned, then I looked over at the bar and pointed to him, “Right there.”

Her jaw dropped. “He’s been there this whole time?”

I nodded, “Yep.”

“Talk about possessive.” She said with a roll of her eyes.

It took everything I had in me not to snap at her. Talia’s eyes met mine as she rolled them.

“Yeah, I believe this is the first and last time we will ever hang out,” I said.

“What? Why? It is possessive. I mean, does he not trust you or something?” Hillary asked.

I shook my head, “It’s not that. And honestly, I don’t owe you an explanation.”

With that said, I grabbed my drink, and stood up, Talia followed suit, as did Lila, and Everly.

But it was Talia who said, “He just got back from being gone for a month, literally, rolled into town, and all he wanted to do was to be wherever she was because he missed her. He didn’t even go home to shower or anything, just came straight here. That’s not possessive, that’s love.”

And with that said, we all headed to the bar.

We stopped our waitress on the way, and handed her cash for our drinks, but she winked at me, “Your drinks have already been taken care of.” Then she looked at me, and winked, “You got a good man, honey.”

I winked back and smiled, “I do. Thank you.”

We had just rounded the right side of the bar, and my man saw us coming, read the undoubtedly still heated look on my face, looked around me, and narrowed his eyes at Hillary.

I smiled as I reached him and shook my head, “She’s not worth it,” I said as I walked into his arms he had just opened.

The moment I was wrapped tightly in his embrace, he buried his face in my neck and let out a long breath, “Fucking home.”

I couldn’t help the soft smile that graced my face as my eyes closed, and then I whispered, “I love you, Carter.”

I felt his body tense, his face reared back, his eyes drilled into mine, showing me everything I’ve ever wanted.

“Say it again,” his voice was raspy and broken.

I smiled, “I love you, Carter.”

I had just finished moving my lips with the last syllable in his name when his hand fisted in my hair, tipping my head to the side, and then his mouth was on mine.

You know that saying when you kiss the right one and the world just falls away?

Well, it’s not just a saying.

The bar quieted down, so quietly, it felt as though we were the only two people on the planet.

The moment his lips pulled from mine, his forehead rested on mine, and he whispered, “I love you too, Darling.”

“I need a man,” Talia said as she fanned herself with her hand.

“Same,” Lila said with a small pout.

Everly sighed, “Ditto.”

Carter chuckled then lifted his head, licked his bottom lip, and said, “Go find a table, baby. Finish your girls’ night.”

I really didn’t want to do that.

I wanted to stay right where I was, wrapped up in his embrace.

However, Talia, Lila, and Everly had other ideas.

They both grabbed my arms and hauled me away from him. He smiled and shook his head, then spun in his stool so I was in his line of sight.

It was maybe half an hour later when I heard Lila giggle, then jerk her chin towards the bar.

I saw a woman talking to Carter, trying to lean in.

The keyword in that was trying.

He shook his head, stood, and then said something to her, and pointed right at me, and when he did that, I crooked my finger at him, and said to my girls, “I’m calling it a night.”

***

“Leave the fucking heels on, baby,” he growled against my lips.

“You like them?” I asked.

“Like them so much I’m stopping myself from going back to the bar and beating the shit out of every motherfucker who saw you in them.”

And at that... my panties got wet.

Needless to say, I planned on wearing heels a little more often.

I was definitely wearing them when he was inside of me, pounding hard and deep.

His moan when he filled me had me digging my heels in his back, as he whispered, “Doing that again.”

I nodded. Definitely.

***

As my eyes closed, his fingers were running through my hair, and then he whispered, “Love you more than words can say, Harlee Belle.”

I smiled, then snuggled even deeper into his embrace, and murmured, “Love you more than words can say times infinity.”

He chuckled, “Always have to have the last word?”

“Only with you,” I whispered.

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head and said, “Only ever with me.”

That was the last thing I heard before I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.