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harper

After we kickedoff our shoes at the door, Luca walked to the middle of the living room and looked around. “I have the exact same floor plan. Your furniture is nicer, though.”

I snorted. “There’s not much of it. I got rid of some things before leaving D.C., so I need to go shopping.”

“Looks great the way it is, but if you want company on your shopping trip, I’d be moral support. Not too good with decorating advice, though.”

“Maybe next week?”

“Sure.” He gazed into my eyes and brushed a hand up my left arm. “It’s great to be here with you. I’m so happy we met.”

“You want to stay for a while? We could… do something. It’s still pretty early.”

“I’ll hang around till you kick me out, but first…” He nodded toward the downstairs bathroom. “You mind? I need to take a whiz.”

“All yours.”

I hurried upstairs to do my business, then rejoined him in the living room. “Would you like something to drink?”

He shook his head. “Want to hear something funny? This is apartment 305, right?”

“Yes.”

“I live in 405.”

“Right above me?”

“Yup. Same floor plan and everything.” He placed his hands on my hips and flicked his eyes upward. “Up there. On top of you.”

His scent—leather and clean sweat—made me want to bury my face in his throat. “Right up there?”

“On top.” He traced his fingertips over my jaw. “Do you like the idea of me on top of you?”

My breath had quickened, and now the back of my neck was tingling. “I-I do.”

He wrapped his arms around me and brushed his lips across mine. “I’ve been right up there all this time. Cooking, watching TV. Thinking about you.” He swallowed with a loud click. “Picturing you while I jerk off. Making a big mess on my sheets.”

Heat seared my cheeks, and he kissed me again. This one was long enough for him to lick into my mouth, and after a moment, he only drew away enough to whisper against my lips. “I jack off in my recliner, too. And in the shower. I imagine you’re in there with me, and we’re playing with each other’s cocks under the warm water.”

My dick was throbbing, and I ground it against him. He was hard, too, and our shorts rustled while we both moved our hips.

He dropped both hands to my ass and pulled me against him. “Do you think we’ve ever been playing with our dicks at the same time?”

“Maybe,” I whispered. “I jerk off a lot, too.”

He quirked one side of his lips into a little smile. “Do you think about me, Harper? When you’re playing with yourself?”

“Mm hmm.”

“Do you make a lot of noise when you shoot off by yourself?”

My knees wobbled. “Usually.”

“Me too.” He squeezed my ass and pulled me close, holding my hips still while he humped me. “One day while you were gone, I jerked off in my recliner. I came a whole lot, and before I cleaned up, I ate some of it. Pretended it was yours.”

I sagged against him, getting a little worried I might pass out. “That’s so fucking hot.”

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