Page 54 of Dangerously Kept

Finn snickers, “Ronan called you a moron.”

I smack him upside the head next. “You’re just as big of an idiot as he is.”

“How dare you! I thought I was your best friend?!” Harper’s laugh finally breaks free. “Angel, tell him to be nice to us. We want attention from you, too.”

“Tell you what, Love. If you can get hard right now, you’re more than welcome.”

Mac and Finn both get excited looks on their faces before suddenly looking like they’re constipated. “What in the hell is wrong with the two of you?”

“We’re focusing! Shut up!”

“Yeah, Ronan. Shut up,” Mac adds. “We can’t get hard with you talking.”

Now, it’s my turn to belt out a laugh. Their focus only lasts a few more seconds before Finn lets out a heavy sigh, “Yeah, that’s not happening. You two have a fun night. Just know, I’m pissed.”

“Yeah,” Mac agrees. “Me too. Super pissed.”

“Oh my God,” Harper laughs.

Once we get to the apartment, Harper sneaks into her room to use the bathroom, and I drag the two gigantic children to bed. Once I throw them each on their beds, with trash cans next to their heads, I make a beeline down the hall toward Harper’s room. She’s still in the bathroom when I push through her bedroom door.

“Harper, if you don’t get out here in the next two minutes, I’m breaking down that fucking door.”

My dick has been painfully hard from the moment I saw her in that tight red dress, and if I don’t bury myself inside her soon, I literally might die.

I hear her laugh through the door, “Would you relax! I’ll be right there. Patience is a virtue, sir.”

I groan in pain as I unbutton my shirt and slide it from my shoulders, leaving me in just my black jeans. “Call me sir one more time, and the last shred of patience I have will be out the damn window.”

Her laugh only grows louder. I’m glad to know she thinks torturing me is so funny. Just wait until I get my hands on her. As if her punishment for that little stunt they pulled in the club wasn’t enough, now she’s just trying to egg me on further. Not that I mind, though. My palm is practically itching as I grab my cock through my jeans, trying and failing to relieve the pressure.

I’ve imagined taking her over my knee since the day we brought her to this apartment. Her quick wit and smart attitude have been testing my willpower since day one.

And I fucking love it.

I would never do anything to really hurt her, especially after everything that has happened. I know she is just starting to feel better, but if yesterday in the kitchen with Mac showed me anything, it’s that she’s ready. I have to trust that she will tell me if it’s too much.

“I thought you liked it when I called you that?” She calls from the bathroom.

“Oh, I really fucking like it. But only when I can have my hands on you and not when you’re hiding away in a different room where I can’t get to you.”

I listen as she starts shuffling around in the bathroom. What in the hell is she doing in there?

“Harper, I swear on all that is holy. If you aren’t out here in ten seconds, I—”

The sentence dies in my throat as Harper opens the bathroom door, raises her arm along the door frame, and pops her hip. She’s wearing a see-through, black lace and mesh thong and bra. Both pieces are decorated in small red flowers that perfectly match the lipstick she reapplied. The thin straps of the thong cut into her hips just right, and the top only accentuates her already perfect breasts. “Baby, you look . . . holy fuck.”

She smiles as she pushes off the door frame and steps towards me. “You like it?”

I scrub my hand down my face. “Do I like it? There aren’t enough words in the dictionary to describe how much I like what’s in front of me. W–where did you even get that?”

“Finn conveniently had about a dozen pieces delivered with my dress earlier. I figured I’d give one a go. It’s a shame he isn’t here to see it, though. Maybe I should go wake him up.” She fakes a step towards the door, and I grab her wrist.

“Don’t you even think about it.”

Her eyes rake over my bare chest, and she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth. With my hand still wrapped around her wrist, she takes another step forward and runs her hand up my torso until it reaches my shoulder. “What are you gonna do about it?”

My hold on her wrist tightens, and I watch as her chest heaves beneath the black lace with every breath. “You’re long overdue for a punishment, Baby, and it’s been too long since I’ve had you. I don’t think you want to push me. You’re already in trouble.”

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