Page 156 of One Wrong Move

“You feel so fucking good,” I mutter into the shell of her ear. “You always do. Like you were made for me.”

She moans softly, and beneath our combined weight, the vibrator is a constant low rumble. “I do?”

I close my eyes. Thrusting so slowly is an agonizing pleasure, with her this hot and tight around my cock. The faint throbbing from her clit reverberates through her, and I feel the pulses when I bottom out.

“Fuck yes. This is my favorite… place to be. Inside you.”

Her fingers flex around mine. “And to come inside of.”

Heat flares at the base of my spine at her words. This previously unknown kink of mine has turned into an obsession over the past week. A compulsion to fill her as much as I can. To see my come dripping out of her.

I dig my teeth lightly into her shoulder, and she chuckles. “Yes,” I mutter. “You’ll drive me insane, you know. Drain me dry.”

“Poor little billionaire,” she whispers.

I nip her neck again. Ram my hips sharply against her round ass, pushing her more firmly on top of the vibrator, and her breaths stutter. Mine, I think. Another thrust. All mine.

Harper’s mouth opens on a moan, and she screws her eyes tighter. “God, that got me so close. Nate…”

“Say my name again.”

“Nate,” she whispers. “Nate, I need you to never stop, never stop, I’m… oh my God!”

She comes beneath me. Against the vibrator and around my cock. Her pussy is already painfully snug because of the position we’re in, but when her walls quiver rhythmically as she orgasms, I can’t hold back anymore.

I erupt, pleasure dancing up my spine like flames, and my hips pistoning on pure instinct. Harper is moaning softly under me, and I can’t focus on anything—not on holding up my weight, not on breathing, not on thinking.

My forehead drops to her cheek. Our bodies feel fused together, skin bonded with every cell.

I never want to move.

Harper giggles softly. It’s a tiny sound, and I feel her breath fanning my skin. “What?” I mutter.

“I think your soul may have just left your body,” she says.

“It did. I gave all of it to you.” My voice sounds as tired as the feeling in each of my muscles. My heart is pounding, and she must sense that, pressed as I am to her back.

Her back. I’m lying on top of her.

I push up to my elbow. “Shit. You’re not hurt?”

Harper smiles and looks at me with her left eye. “I’m the furthest from hurt anyone can be. Come lie on me again.”

“I’ll crush you.”

“No you won’t,” she says. “And I like it.”

I settle back on top of her, still inside her, and chuckle hoarsely. “Another one of your quirks. Duly noted.”

“Considering one of yours is making me orgasm in a room full of people, mine are pretty mild.” She smiles happily and closes her eyes.

I kiss across her cheek. Up to her eyebrow. Her skin is damp with exertion, the same as mine. Maybe we can leave the bed to have a shower before returning to its comforts once more. Order in some food.

And then do this again.

“Nate,” she whispers. “I think I’m falling in love with you. And I don’t know what to do about it.”

Everything narrows down to this moment. Those words. I press my lips to her cheekbone and try to handle the rush of emotions her confession had sparked.

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