Page 8 of Hung Up

A sharp clap broke the silence, and I jumped as Pierce held a now-shut book in his sensual hands.

Pierce gently tossed the book on the coffee table, stepping around it gracefully to prowl right up to me. I quickly looked around him in a last ditch effort, still not seeing my princess phone anywhere. My chin tilted as I peered up at his presence, spellbound by his intoxicating aura.

“How is this possible?” My voice croaked over how.

His finger whispered over my skin, tucking another lock of hair behind my ear. His left hand rose to cup the back of my neck, thumb tucked below my chin as he tipped it up further.

“That’s not the right question.”

My throat thickened. “Then what is?”

A dark chuckle, and Pierce dipped his face next to mine.

“What am I going to do to you, Harper?”

My knees buckled, but Pierce wrapped his arm around my waist. He leaned over my body, speaking quietly onto my lips. “Would you like to find out?”

Fuck it.

I was so in. Who cared if I ended up on a Dateline episode if it meant I went out like this?

Plus, chances were I was laying in a coma somewhere. May as well have some fun with it.

My face was breaths away from Pierce, my eyes fluttering like a damn heroine in one of those western romances. Pierce licked his bottom lip, teeth gently biting the plush skin, and I was lost.

My hands snaked up his firm chest, the bare skin of his torso sending shock waves through my nerves. When was the last time I’d actually touched someone? The last time I’d allowed myself a real connection?

In the back of my mind, an evil green voice whispered that he wasn’t real. That Pierce was only a figment of my imagination. After years of hiding into myself, my mind had finally cracked.

Well, if I was losing my mind, I may as well have an orgasm—or three—on the way out.

My lips parted as I closed the final millimeters of distance, about to jump feet first into this insanity.

But a shrill chime on my cell startled me.

I jumped back, fingers reacting without thought as they traced my lips. The ghost of his kiss left behind an electric current that still zapped as if reminding me how close we’d been.

Eyes darting away from my hunk of a stranger, I grabbed my phone. At the bottom of the screen was another notification from my favorite app: You’ve been paid.

My mouth quirked, but I quickly silenced the ringer and tossed the smartphone onto the leather couch.

“Well, that was—”

Pierce cut me off, grabbing the back of my neck with both hands and dragging my face back to his. His lips were demanding and tempting and I fell into his kiss.

A confident tongue traced along the seam of my mouth, and I opened for him. My arms wrapped around his neck as his left hand trailed down my body. Lithe fingers grabbed at my thigh over my silk sleep dress, reminding me how close I already was to being naked.

He hiked my thigh over his hip, grinding into my pussy as I groaned into his mouth. Each roll of his hips sparked electricity through my veins, as my arousal began pooling between my legs. A strong hand squeezed my thigh, before trailing over my ass, gripping it tightly. I found shaky ground before he pushed me backwards, falling on top of me as I landed on the leather couch.

Pierce towered over me, his gentle brown eyes alight with lust. My home could be on fire and I wouldn’t have cared in this moment. Wet lips consumed my every thought, as I waited with helpless need for him to return to our kiss.

I didn’t have to wait for long.

Each stroke of his tongue was a promise, a whisper of what was to come.

“Fuck, love,” he panted. “You taste like heaven.”

“Does that make me your goddess?” I tossed back breathlessly. Hazy images of Pierce worshiping at my alter ran in the back of my mind.

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