Page 105 of One Wrong Move

This is about her. It should be about her. Her pleasure, what she wants, making her come. I need to put her first in all of this.

But that’s damned hard to remember when it feels like I’m about to come apart at the seams.

She swirls her tongue around my head, and I groan at the sudden spike of heat shooting through me. My fingers tighten in her hair. “Shit. Harper, that was…” She does it again and my words dissolve.

I lose them all.

Until she flicks her tongue back and forth on the sensitive spot beneath my head.

The edges of my vision turn black. “I’m going to come, I can’t?—”

She doesn’t stop. Doesn’t pull back. Just flicks her tongue over and over, and I roar, my fingers tightening on her curls as pleasure overwhelms me. It pounds down my spine, my balls tighten, and I explode. Pulse after pulse, and she never takes her mouth off me.

Stares at me through all of it.

I’m worried I might black out. Maybe I already have. But when I return to my senses, pleasure is still making my limbs feel heavy, and Harper is sitting back on her heels with a Cheshire smile on her face.

I give a hoarse chuckle. “Fucking hell. That was unreal.”

“Yeah? Better than your right hand?”

“Better is an understatement.” My breath is still coming fast. “I can’t believe you swallowed.”

Harper looks a bit embarrassed, but far too smug to let it take over. She shrugs. “I felt like it. You taste good. Clean.”

“You couldn’t have gotten me any fresher out of the shower.” I run a hand through my hair. “Shit, that was unexpected.”

“Thank you very much, Connovan.”

I glance down at my cock, now sated and half-hard, hanging between my legs. Don’t get used to it, I want to say. Instead, I reach for a towel and start rubbing my hair to get the worst of the dripping gone. “You’re talented in so many ways, Harp. You keep surprising me.”

She leans against the sink. “Friends take care of friends,” she says with a tiny smile. There’s color on her cheeks, like she’s a bit shy, too. “Your shower is larger than mine. Oooh, so is your bathtub. Look at that.”

I glance behind me. “Yeah. Not like I ever use it.”

“What? I take a bath at least twice a week here. It’s the best.”

“It sucks,” I say and grin at her. “And not in a good way.”

Harper rolls her eyes and pushes off the vanity. “Wow. Height of wit.”

“It’s early, and my mind was just blown. Give a man a few minutes.” I reach out and grab a handful of her T-shirt. “And where do you think you’re going?”

“To let the dogs out and have my coffee.”

I slide my palms around her, pulling her back to my front. Play with the hem of her T-shirt. It brushes along the tops of her thighs, and I bet she’s only wearing panties beneath it. “What about you? Don’t friends… take care of friends?”

She swallows audibly. “I’m not fresh out of the shower.”

“I’m never going to give a shit about that,” I say against her ear. “But there’s a very conveniently located shower here if you do.”

She starts to turn in my arms. “Maybe it’s?—”

A phone starts to ring in my bedroom, and a few seconds later, a dog barks. Stanley. Left alone in my room.

Harper breaks out of my arms and hurries to the bedroom. I wrap the towel around my waist and follow her.

The hot dog is bouncing around my nightstand where my phone is charging. Ringing loudly. I grab it and watch as Harper lifts the dog, who immediately quiets, now that he’s so diligently brought our attention to the dangerous electronic device.

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