Page 39 of The Shadow

“I guess it’s a good thing it’s Sunday, then.”

“Fuck.” I roll to my back and drag my hands over my face.

“What?”

“Tomorrow starts the security detail.” I stare up at the ceiling, my stomach churning at the thought of protecting someone I wouldn’t even high-five if they were drowning. I push the thought from my mind and roll back toward her.

“This is why you can’t be involved,” she says, and I hold my finger up against her lips but she pulls it away. “I’m serious, Harvey.” She sits up, looking down at me. “It won’t be—there are some things in my past you don’t know about, things that could get you in trouble.”

“And you think that’s going to scare me away?” I sit up and reach for her hand, then we both climb off the bed. “I told you last night, I’m not going anywhere. Right now, though”—I spin her and turn her toward the en suite bathroom—“we’re going to take a shower, and then I’m going to make you breakfast.”

“I’ve never had a guy make me breakfast before.” The smile on her face is a welcome sight when we enter the bathroom. I reach into the glass-enclosed shower and flip the water on before turning my attention back to her.

“All the more reason for me to show you the kind of man you deserve.” I stand behind her, both of us looking at each other in the mirror. I run my hands up her arms, gently pulling the straps of her dress over her shoulders one at a time.

“Are you the kind of man I deserve?” Her voice has that light, breathy tone she gets when she’s turned on. The zipper glides effortlessly open, allowing her dress to fall to her feet in a puddle. I slowly turn her around to face me, taking her hands in mine as our lips meet. This time I let the kiss progress just enough until she’s panting against my lips, her hands reaching for my belt.

“I want to be.” I pull back and look into her eyes. “But you have to let me.” Her eyes shift from mine. “Hey, look at me,” I say, trying to pull her back.

“There’s something you don’t know, something that might make you look at me differently.”

“Stop.” She looks up at me. “Stop trying to push me away. There’s nothing you can tell me that will change the way I—” I hesitate but there’s no use in holding back; I don’t want to. “The way I feel about you.”

“But what if it?—”

I kiss her again. This time, though, I don’t stop. I don’t stop until we’re both breathless and tugging at the rest of our clothes. When I finally reach for my belt, she shoots her hand out to still my movements, her eyes heavy-lidded.

The only sound is the water of the shower as she keeps her gaze on mine, her fingers pulling my belt free from the buckle. I grip the edge of the counter behind me, watching her delicate fingers pull the zipper down my jeans, my cock already throbbing.

“Ohhhhh fuuuuuck.” My voice is rough and unrecognizable as I struggle to maintain my composure when she pulls my pants down low enough my cock finally springs free. Her fingers gently wrap around me and my head falls back.

“You’re so big.” She stares at me in awe as she wraps her hands, one atop the other, around my cock.

“Oh shit, that’s hot.” I look down, just the tip of my cock visible above her hands as she stares up at me with big eyes.

She releases one hand, the other squeezing me just tight enough that when she pulls her hand down my shaft and back again, I’m confident I’m going to shoot my load early. She repeats the process, her eyes glancing from mine to my cock.

“Is that good?”

“Just like that!” I practically bark the words at her. “Oh God, don’t stop.” She starts to lean forward, the tip of her tongue poking out, but I grab her around the back of her neck, jerking her head back. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

She’s startled at first, probably thinking she’s done something wrong, but once she realizes the look on my face is one of a man on the edge of blowing, she leans forward and wraps her lips around me.

I grab her head to try to pull her off but it feels too good. Instead, I keep my hands in her hair, watching her mouth stretch wide as she takes me deeper.

“Oh, you little minx,” I groan, my teeth gritting together so tight I’m sure I’ll have a headache after this. “Is this what you wanted? To get me so fucking hard I can’t see straight?” She looks up at me, her lips still wrapped around me and her hand still gripping me tightly as she jerks me off. She nods her head slowly, turning her attention back to sucking me off.

I give up on trying to stop her, on trying to resist. Instead, I let go, letting my pleasure take over as I move closer to the brink. My body wants to come undone but I try to hold off so I can watch her, her head bobbing up and down

“I’m gonna come.” I attempt to pull her off me in time, but I only get the job halfway done. Cum dribbles down her lip and chin, the rest on her hands and tits. The orgasm is explosive, my eye sight growing blurry as my knees almost give out. I look down at Aspen, a content smile on her face as she wipes me from her lips.

“I think I need that shower now.”

“I think you’re mine now,” I say, backing her into the shower.

I take my time washing her body, using the suds to massage her shoulders and back as I nibble against her neck. My still-hard cock presses against her ass cheeks, making her giggle.

“You’re still hard.”

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