work and she didn’t care.
Only his hot, frantic kisses and the build of tension inside her pelvis mattered in a world that had narrowed down to just the two of them. The rub of his finger on her clit, the slide of her hand on his cock, the frantic noises they were making at the backs of their throats as they kissed on a far deeper level than just their mouths.
Deeper than Harper had ever been kissed before.
Somewhere inside her, lost to the insanity that was lust, she knew it was significant. That everything about this man was significant. But that part did not have the con right now. Her clitoris was driving the bus, and it demanded all her attention as it hurtled her recklessly toward the station.
Which didn’t take much longer. The moment he slid two fingers inside her, all the pressure that had been building and coiling tight in her thighs and belly released in a sudden pop, and Harper was flung into the heavens.
She wrenched her mouth away, throwing her head back against the wall as she flew. Dex rubbed harder, quicker, and she reciprocated, increasing the slide of her hand on his cock, knowing from the tremble of his biceps and quads and the deep guttural edge to his groans that he was close.
Suddenly his hips jerked to a halt. A loud bellow ripped from his throat. Harper milked him harder, faster, crying out in pleasure and triumph as he came, too, spurting hot in her hand.
Her eyes were shut, but with her hand still firmly anchored at Dex’s nape they spiralled together, the pleasure so intense it felt like it was never going to end. She wanted to slow it right down, coast along with him through the wonder of it and marvel at the magic they’d created.
It felt like they’d been plunged into a rainbow, or maybe even seen the face of God. Harper wasn’t a religious person, but if anything was going to convert her, coming apart with Dex like this would do it.
They seemed to drift through the thrall forever, and it wasn’t until the chime of an incoming text message interrupted the moment that Harper came back to herself. Dex had collapsed against her, his full weight pinning her to the wall, his ragged breath hot at her neck. His hand was still in her pants, his semi-erect cock still in her hand, and his come was splattered over both of them.
She was a hot, sticky mess, and she’d never felt so damn good . So damn desired.
Powerful and female and wanton.
Harper could only begin to imagine how good she’d feel if their bits ever got to bump together for real. He had a lot going on between his legs, and while his fingers had sufficed this time, she sure as hell wanted that all up in her business.
“It isn’t mine,” she said eventually, when the chime sounded again.
“It’s mine,” he said, his lips brushing her neck, his voice muffled. “It’ll be one of the guys.”
He roused himself, his hand sliding out of her underwear to her hip, gripping it as he rocked his weight back on the balls of his feet, the handful of him she had sliding from her grasp.
“Well…” he said, looking down at himself, his voice still husky, “that was…”
“Messy?”
He huffed out a laugh, but Harper was secretly delighted to see he looked as mystified by what had just happened as she was. “Yeah.”
“Intense,” she offered.
He shoved a hand through his hair, his gaze locking with hers. “Definitely.”
A beat or two passed before his phone chimed again. He rolled his eyes, tucking himself back into his shorts as he reached behind for his mobile.
“Apparently we’re making an extra stop-off at the hospital radio station,” he said, reading the text. “And my absence has been noted.”
Harper’s head was still spinning, her legs still unsteady as she acknowledged his summons. “You’d better go then.”
He grimaced as he glanced at her, but it died as his gaze lit on her still gaping overalls and her bared breasts, the pulled-aside cups giving them the kind of support usually only found
Only his hot, frantic kisses and the build of tension inside her pelvis mattered in a world that had narrowed down to just the two of them. The rub of his finger on her clit, the slide of her hand on his cock, the frantic noises they were making at the backs of their throats as they kissed on a far deeper level than just their mouths.
Deeper than Harper had ever been kissed before.
Somewhere inside her, lost to the insanity that was lust, she knew it was significant. That everything about this man was significant. But that part did not have the con right now. Her clitoris was driving the bus, and it demanded all her attention as it hurtled her recklessly toward the station.
Which didn’t take much longer. The moment he slid two fingers inside her, all the pressure that had been building and coiling tight in her thighs and belly released in a sudden pop, and Harper was flung into the heavens.
She wrenched her mouth away, throwing her head back against the wall as she flew. Dex rubbed harder, quicker, and she reciprocated, increasing the slide of her hand on his cock, knowing from the tremble of his biceps and quads and the deep guttural edge to his groans that he was close.
Suddenly his hips jerked to a halt. A loud bellow ripped from his throat. Harper milked him harder, faster, crying out in pleasure and triumph as he came, too, spurting hot in her hand.
Her eyes were shut, but with her hand still firmly anchored at Dex’s nape they spiralled together, the pleasure so intense it felt like it was never going to end. She wanted to slow it right down, coast along with him through the wonder of it and marvel at the magic they’d created.
It felt like they’d been plunged into a rainbow, or maybe even seen the face of God. Harper wasn’t a religious person, but if anything was going to convert her, coming apart with Dex like this would do it.
They seemed to drift through the thrall forever, and it wasn’t until the chime of an incoming text message interrupted the moment that Harper came back to herself. Dex had collapsed against her, his full weight pinning her to the wall, his ragged breath hot at her neck. His hand was still in her pants, his semi-erect cock still in her hand, and his come was splattered over both of them.
She was a hot, sticky mess, and she’d never felt so damn good . So damn desired.
Powerful and female and wanton.
Harper could only begin to imagine how good she’d feel if their bits ever got to bump together for real. He had a lot going on between his legs, and while his fingers had sufficed this time, she sure as hell wanted that all up in her business.
“It isn’t mine,” she said eventually, when the chime sounded again.
“It’s mine,” he said, his lips brushing her neck, his voice muffled. “It’ll be one of the guys.”
He roused himself, his hand sliding out of her underwear to her hip, gripping it as he rocked his weight back on the balls of his feet, the handful of him she had sliding from her grasp.
“Well…” he said, looking down at himself, his voice still husky, “that was…”
“Messy?”
He huffed out a laugh, but Harper was secretly delighted to see he looked as mystified by what had just happened as she was. “Yeah.”
“Intense,” she offered.
He shoved a hand through his hair, his gaze locking with hers. “Definitely.”
A beat or two passed before his phone chimed again. He rolled his eyes, tucking himself back into his shorts as he reached behind for his mobile.
“Apparently we’re making an extra stop-off at the hospital radio station,” he said, reading the text. “And my absence has been noted.”
Harper’s head was still spinning, her legs still unsteady as she acknowledged his summons. “You’d better go then.”
He grimaced as he glanced at her, but it died as his gaze lit on her still gaping overalls and her bared breasts, the pulled-aside cups giving them the kind of support usually only found
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