Page 125 of Ruthless Heir

Watching Harper and being close to her.

We haven’t stopped since we got back from the club last night. I brought her in here because I like taking her in the shower up against the wall.

It’s the early hours of the morning. Although we’ve calmed, that ravenous desire to have her is still swimming in my veins.

It was that same thing that made me fly back early from Hong Kong.

Hunter is covering the next few days for me so I get to spend the time with Harper.

I keep losing myself around her. At the same time I keep pushing aside the elephant in the room that’s growing bigger and bigger. But now that I’ve had time to think I’ve decided to talk to her and lay the cards on the table.

The moonlight coming through the skylight shines down on her, turning her hair silver. She leans against the wall and I press my hand to the flat of her stomach, allowing the water to trail over my hand and down to her pussy.

I crouch and lick her from her stomach to her clean-shaven mound. Then I gaze up at her and savor her smile, wanting to take that, too.

I stand, rest my hand above her head and gaze down at her. “Are you tired?”

“No.” Her smile widens.

“You should be. I’ve kept you up every night.” I cup her chin with my free hand.

I’ve had barely any sleep myself. Our crazy rendezvous of phone sex and naked pictures kept me up all night. God knows how I managed to sound sensible during my meetings.

“I like spending time with you.” He sweet voice is a tender whisper that floats over my skin.

“Me too. With you.” I sigh and trace the line down her elegant neck. I stop when I reach her cleavage, feeling myself getting hard again.

If I keep going we’ll be back in that bed and I’ll have her there all day. “I need to talk to you, Harper.”

“Don’t worry, I have an implant.”

“Implant?” I give her a narrowed look, not quite catching her meaning.

“Birth control.”

“Oh.” The crazy part of me is still keeping the pregnancy plan open as an option. “I’m sorry. I should have checked. I’m clean.” I felt that I should tell her that because she knows about the scandal with the actress.

“Me too.”

Quickly, I realize she’s stalling. This is definitely a conversation we need to have but she knows I wasn’t going to talk about that.

“Harper, there’s some other stuff I need to talk about. We?—”

“No.” She shakes her head vigorously and her eyes fill with sadness that grips me. “Every time you say anything that sounds like that, we lose each other.”

She’s right. This is going years back. But that changes tonight. “Not today. I’m not leaving and if you run from me I will always chase you. So, let’s talk. Okay?”

She presses her lips together and nods with hesitation in her eyes. “Okay...”

“Let’s go downstairs and I’ll make us some coffee.”

“Alright.”

We get out and she pulls on a fluffy white robe while I dry off and put on my boxers.

We head downstairs to the kitchen. She sits at the breakfast table and I switch on the coffee machine.

Within minutes I have two steaming mugs of coffee ready for us. I set them on the table and sit opposite her, leaning onto the wood surface.

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