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  Ben grins and rubs his hands down my sides and slides my skirt off, touching everything as he goes. Stepping out of it, I’m left in my bra—fully exposed to him, willing to do whatever he wants. I’m basically panting, unable to concentrate on anything except the warm feeling flooding between my legs. Backing away, I tug on his hands to guide him to my bed. I’m fumbling and awkward as I remove his shirt and unfasten his pants. Ben likes it—his gaze lighting like fire as he watches my every move, taking it all in. I remind myself that’s what matters. Ben. Us. I sit on the edge of my bed as he towers over me, standing in between my knees.

  “It’s just me,” he says when he sees my hands tremble on the edge of the band of his underwear.

  “It’s just you,” I say, nodding. Looking up at him, I’m reaffirmed of everything I’ve always known about him. “It’s just me,” I whisper, pulling his underwear down.

  “It’s only you. Always. Only you,” he returns, shaking his head.

  I take off my bra after several seconds of Ben trying and failing to get it off and then he falls against me, lips and passion and this feeling in my stomach no one else gives me. There’s no regret or feelings that we may be making a mistake.

  Ben is the only decision I’ve ever been sure of in my entire life. Giving myself to him is the culmination of a lifelong, forever love. Something I’ll never be able to give to anyone else.

  Lust. Passion. Soul searing love.

  Chapter Twelve

  Ben

  “Tell me how you want it.”

  Harper is standing in the middle of my bedroom looking every bit as perfect as she has my entire life, except even more so. Half of the green dress is hanging off her shoulder, exposing her tit, and her hair is as big as a lion’s mane from the intense make out session on the sofa. We barely made it through the door before we went full-on primal.

  Her chest rises and falls as her perfect goddamn mouth pants out breaths of seduction. It was her idea to come into my bedroom for more space.

  “I don’t even want to blink right now,” I admit. “You’re a vision.”

  Her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip. “Yeah?”

  I repeat, “Tell me how you want it.”

  With slow hands, she removes her dress, exposing her flawless skin inch by inch as she goes. “Any which way,” she says, meeting my eyes. Gone is any hesitation she’s ever had about our friendship and boundaries or even other relationships. No one else is in this room with us, despite the fact that there’s a bottle of Norah’s hand lotion on one nightstand. When she’s naked but for a pair of nude high heels, she draws nearer, eyes like sex shrouded missiles locked and aimed directly on me. My dick strains against my pants, and I readjust in a squat, grab move.

  I still haven’t blinked, too afraid the mirage from my wildest fantasy might pop smoke and morph into a normal woman instead of the one I’ve wanted my entire life. Harper is standing so close in front of me I can smell her desire mixed with her perfume and the scent makes me delirious with lust. “No hands,” she says when I reach for her tiny waist. “Not yet,” she amends when my face falls.

  “I never pinned you for a cock tease,” I admit, smirking. “How many years has it been?” I ask. “I take it back. You’re the cock tease president.”

  She tells me how long it’s been. Down to the day, since the last time I was inside her, my mind and body being indoctrinated with the perfect balance of everything and nothing at the same exact time.

  “I’ve wanted you every second since then,” I reply honestly.

  Her neck works as she swallows and leans in to kiss the spot beneath my ear. I give in and close my eyes to the sensation of her lips on my skin. My entire body responds—every square inch of skin prickling with heat and desire. More than anything in the world I hope my damn phone doesn’t ring or that someone doesn’t ring my doorbell. With steady, deft hands, Harper unbuttons my shirt and unzips my pants. With pure womanly confidence, she slides my boxer briefs down my legs, stooping down on her high heels to help me step out of my clothing.

  Standing back to admire her handiwork, and my hard work, she rubs her chin like she’s judging a dog show instead of my smoke show. “Best of show?” I ask, pulling the corner of my bottom lip into my mouth. I flex my abs a bit as she takes in my physique. It’s mostly because I know she’ll laugh, but she doesn’t. It turns her on even more. Her pert, round tits rise up and down as her breathing speeds.

  “Best in life,” Harper finally responds. “When was the last time you were tested for rabies?” She meets my eyes with a small grin.

  “Last week. Monthly. What about you?” I tilt my head and try to step forward, but she halts me with a head shake. “Come on, Harpee. You’re killing me.”

  She reaches out and grabs my hand. “I’m clean,” she replies. My cock jerks. No condoms. Skin. I crave it more than a man dying of thirst.

  “You know how some people have a cheat celebrity they fantasize about having sex with?” I ask, committing her every naked curve to memory.

  Harper grins. “Chris Hemsworth.”

  I let my eyes flare in mock outrage. “You’re it for me, Harper. The one. The dream girl. The woman I’d break every rule to be with.”

  She clears her throat. “I was joking about Chris. You’re mine too.”

  “Liar.” I quirk up a brow.

  “A little.” She crosses her legs at her ankles. It’s not supposed to be a sexy, fucking pose, but it’s what I see. When my dick twitches in approval, Harper runs her hands over my pecs and abs.

  “So, if I’m quick you can’t blame me,” I growl. I hope I’m joking because I want to take it slow with her. This needs to last as long as humanly possible. The gratification I get from being with her like this, stripped of all pre-conceived notions is the best feeling in the world and my dick hasn’t even slid home yet.

  “Want to touch me now?” she asks, guiding my hand up the side of her body to end on her perfect tit. My other hand goes to the other without her guidance. “I want to feel you everywhere,” she says, her voice breathy.

  Sighing, I glide my rough palms over her nipples and up and over her sharp collarbones and down her arms. In the wake of my touch, her skin prickles, and her eyes close in pleasure. “You’re so soft,” I remark, watching my tanned, worked hands in contrast to her smooth, creamy skin. “Tell me how it feels,” I command.

  Her eyes open when one of my hands glides down her flat stomach and stops between her legs, on her smooth, wet pussy. She moans, her pink lips separate, and her straight, white teeth peek out. I slide one finger inside her and the silky tightness grips me. I crook my finger against her G-spot and I ask her again how my touch feels.

  “Like I’m flying high in the sky,” she gasps out, leaning her body against mine. The scent of her desire fills my senses and my dick is pressed against my stomach in between our bodies. “So good, Benny. It feels so good. Nothing compares to this. Nothing has ever compared to this.” Somehow her using my childhood nickname and telling me I’m the best she’s ever had makes my balls tingle. I need to hurry this up so I can have my turn.

  With my thumb, I work her clit at the same tempo, and her petite body stiffens. “This feels good? If it feels so good I want you to come.” I brace her around her waist as the first grips of her orgasm hit. Her head thrown back, she swears in about four different languages.

  In the mirror across the room, I catch a glimpse of our naked bodies, and Harper presses so close I’m unable to tell where she starts and I begin, but for the differences in our skin color. Mine tanned and weathered from a life spent in the elements and hers flawless and perfect. Taking a few steps back until my legs hit the bed, I pull her down on top of me as she catches her breath.

  She lays her head on my chest for a second or two and then pops up. She doesn’t say anything and I don’t have to either. I lick both my middle finger and my thumb, as she grins, and then leans in to kiss me. The kiss is cruel and tortuous as she works her wet puss
y over my steely cock, teasing, asking for more.

  I grunt a few times when the head of my cock is on the cusp of slipping in. Cradling her head in my hands, I control the kiss. Her tongue is sweet and her lips fit with mine perfectly, like a road map I know every subtle pit stop along the way. I lean away from the kiss and lick the corner of her ear. “Ben Wa balls in your ears?” I whisper.

  “Hat tilt to the best twenty minutes in my history,” she says, her slick lips brushing mine as she talks. The night we lost our virginity to each other.

  I laugh. “It was less than twenty minutes.” She’s being generous. I was so stoked on her body and anticipation I nearly creamed my pants the second she shut her bedroom door.

  Straddling my knees, she orders me back on the bed. “I’m going to show you something that will take less than twenty minutes.”

  When she takes my dick into her hands, I raise my brows and fold my arms behind my head. “I won’t tell you no. If you were asking.”

  She kisses my abs. It’s more tongue than kiss, and my body hardens under the sensation. Another kiss by my belly button, lower again. Harper’s hand is working my dick in slow, sumptuous strokes. When her mouth finally nears my cock, she leans up and spits on the tip—the saliva connecting me to her for a split second.

  “It’s almost criminal now that I know what I’ve been missing.” Memories fade, but I know nothing in my history compares to this.

  Instead of responding, she lowers her head to take me all the way into her throat in one fierce move, one hand on the base of my shaft and the other cupping my balls. “Ahhhh,” I hiss. Controlling my hips is hard. I want to fuck her face, want to come right now, down her throat, but I want to be inside the slick warmth my fingers tasted more.

  My view is something from a porno. Beautiful girl, wearing high heels, straddling me, with my dick sloppy wet, appearing and disappearing in her mouth. Harper’s hair is swinging and her eyes flick to mine every so often and that’s when the reality hits me and the urge to come flickers more than it should at this point.

  Not today, Satan. “Harper, Harper. Stop. I need to be inside you.” The sentence alone makes me desperate for my twisted, perfect request.

  Wiping her mouth, she leans up, keeping her hands on my stomach. “Every muscle in your body is flexed,” she remarks. “I like it way more than I thought I would.”

  “Happy to be of service. Back to the task at hand. Don’t let my muscles distract you.”

  She snaps once in front of her face. “Hypnosis ended. Let’s fuck, Ben.” Her voice is a whisper, but her eyes are screaming for my cock. This is a version of Harper I’ve never had before. The person Marcus bad breath has had all of these years. At the thought, my gaze darts to her neck and then the side of her face that he tainted by hate. A hate disguised as love and affection. A hate derived from her unwillingness to spend the rest of her life with him.

  Shaking my head, I ask her to repeat herself. I need the dirty talk to get back to the root of our passion. She does and then she slides on her knees up my body to hover over my dick. Using one hand, I bend my cock back to meet with her wet pussy.

  Harper swallows hard and I’m privy to her darkest fears by merely glimpsing in her eyes.

  “It’s me, Harper.”

  I let her sit down slowly, keeping my hands on her hips. Sweat beads on my forehead, and the willpower I have to use once I’m inside her is painful. The urge to fuck her like a bandito on a drug fueled robbery is all consuming. I want every part of her body to smell like me. I want every hole on her body filled with me. My come. Every single thing on her body claimed as mine so strong that every male in the country knows she belongs to me.

  Harper tilts her chin to the ceiling and rides me, writhing her hips back and forth in a concoction of pure pleasure and ecstasy. Her arms are down by her sides, but she raises them to pull her hair out of her face on each side. Her pink nipples are hardened peaks on top of glorious, bouncing tits. “You’re mine. Do you hear me? This makes you mine forever,” I say,

  “Fuck me harder. I need it harder,” she says, moaning. “Make sure I can feel you inside me forever.”

  Permission granted. Tightening my grip on her, I fuck her like she wants. And also exactly how my dick prefers because the second the friction and pace quickens, I feel the sensations rise and know I’m going to come.

  “Slow down,” I ask, pulling her to the top of my dick without disconnecting our bodies. My dick gleams with her wetness and I can see the tip of my cock spreading her pussy open. “Damn it. My God, damn it.” Slamming my eyes shut, I try to control my body, but she has complete control over my mind as well.

  She slides off and I feel her crawl next to me, her breaths ragged. “You on top. I’ll come in like two seconds.” She licks my ear. Then my neck, her lips traveling over to my mouth. I use my tongue to violate her mouth in a passionate kiss. My hands are holding her head in place and the little moans and sighs of pleasure that escape her mouth drive me fucking wild.

  I roll on top of her and cage her body under mine using my arms. Her hands run the expanse of my biceps, her eyes open and locked on mine. She blinks slowly, spreads her legs further, grabs my dick, and pulls it into her body. It’s so warm and wet that it slips in. I don’t move, but she works her hips under me to bring us together. “You feel so good. Stay inside me,” she says.

  The light from the bathroom lights the side of her face and I lose my breath. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” I kiss her forehead and then her closed eyes one by one. “I never want to leave you.”

  She leans up and kisses me, and I thrust into her at a quiet, loving pace. This isn’t fucking anymore. Harper meets my hips stroke for stroke. She didn’t lie, it doesn’t take her long. Wrapping her legs around my back, she digs her nails in my back as the muscles in her pussy clench my cock and draw me deeper inside her.

  My neck muscles strain as I watch her face in orgasm. A slight sheen of sweat glistens on her face and neck. Her cheeks are red, her lips are violently pink from our kisses, and her eyes are hooded—nearly closed. “Where do you want me to come?” I ask, dipping my head into the crook of her sweet smelling neck.

  Her reply comes in a breathy moan. “Wherever you want.” She digs her nails into my ass, pushing me in to the hilt.

  Message received. I kiss her deep and hard. “I want to taste you when I come inside your pussy,” I say, my teeth pulling her lips after I speak.

  Pumping a few more times is all it takes because it’s Harper. I’m finally taking her. She’s panting and satisfied by my dick, asking me to blow my fucking load inside her hot snatch. It’s all too much. I groan against our connected mouths and come inside her as deep as I possibly can—cock pressed to the back as far as it will go.

  “I want to stay right here for a while,” Harper says, wrapping her arms around my neck, keeping me deep inside her.

  “No arguments there,” I hiss out in between breaths, settling my head next to hers. “That was….everything.”

  Harper nods against my shoulder. Her heartbeat hammers against mine—matching it one love filled beat for the next. My whole body feels weak after that mind-numbing orgasm. There’s no comparison. Everything in my body is electrified, every sense heightened, my soul calling out to its one and only match in this twisted world. This is it for me.

  She is it for me.

  A sniffle fills the air and I pull back to look at her face. A tear rolls down the side of her temple and disappears into her brown hair. Harper smiles and kisses me on the lips once. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice catching.

  Narrowing my eyes, I ask, “What for?”

  “For ignoring our truth for so long.”

  I roll off her small frame and tuck her into my body. She fits perfectly, her back against my chest and her legs bent around mine. Norah’s lotion catches my eye and I swallow down a bout of guilt.

  How can I possibly feel guilt when I have, quite literally, everything I’ve ever
loved in my arms? I kiss the top of her head and she nestles in deeper, pulling my arm under her face.

  I make a note to put away the lotion as soon as Harper goes to the restroom.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Harper

  Every single muscle in my body hurts. We had sex three times last night. There’s not a spot on my body that doesn’t have either Ben’s saliva or his come dried into my skin. Wincing when I sit up in bed, I throw a hand over my eyes when the sunlight blasts through the open curtain. “Oh my God. I think I’m dying,” I groan.

  Ben is already in the kitchen. Pots and pans are banging around and I hear the fridge door open and close. Ben’s white dress shirt is sitting on the floor next to the bed. “Perfect,” I say, sliding my arms into the big sleeves and buttoning a few, leaving the top open. I catch sight of myself in the mirror over his dresser and find my lipstick smeared all over the collar.

  Ben peeks into the room. “You’re up!” His smile is bright and butterflies flutter in my stomach. Part of me worried he’d think we made a mistake last night. I didn’t.

  “I was a right fine whore last night,” I admit, turning to him so he can see his destroyed shirt.

  He waves it off. “That’s what Grace is for. She’ll get those stains out.”

  “Grace?”

  “My dry cleaning lady.”

  “Oh,” I reply, feeling my cheeks heat. I wasn’t drunk. Not by a long shot. Last night was all me.

  He walks over and pulls me close. “Last night you showed me your best work to date. Don’t be embarrassed. I had to physically restrain myself from pummeling your sweet pussy while you slept. It’s why I made breakfast.”

  My core clenches at his words, but my stomach grumbles. “Can you pummel me after breakfast?”

  “My God,” Ben says, setting his thumbs on my lips. “I’ve entered heaven, haven’t I? You’re my gift for serving my country well.” Ben leans in and barely touches his mouth against mine.