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“Mmm,” she moaned. “My good fortune.” Harper rolled her hips, hungry for more of my cock, which I happily gave her. “God, I can feel you pulsing inside my body.”

I growled at her dirty words. “Harper, baby. Ride me. I want you to ride my fucking cock and come all over me. Put those beautiful tits, in my face and use my cock.”

A wild sound shot straight from her chest, traveling the length of her arms and into her palms before it shot straight to my chest. She gave me a shove until I was on my back, and she was on top of me, her body swallowing my cock whole. “Oh, fuck Gio. That’s deep.” She rolled her hips and took my last inch, which made her head roll back and her eyes close.

“That’s right, Harper. Ride my cock. Take every inch of me. Deep.”

“Yes,” she moaned and rode me harder. Every stroke was wild and hungry, every moan she let out a testament to her satisfaction. “Gio. I’m already close.”

“I know it, baby. I can feel your sweet cunt pulsing around me. Greedy and hungry. She wants what I have to give her.”

“Yes,” she moaned, her hips moving faster and harder. She changed the angle to give her clit some relief and I helped her out, one hand massaged her tit while the other tortured her clit. “Oh fuck, Gio! Yes!”

She squeezed me so fucking tight I wasn’t sure I could hold out until she came. My thumb moved faster, and she detonated like a nuclear bomb but she didn’t stop moving, didn’t stop chasing her pleasure.

Or mine. “Harper,” I gritted out just as another, bigger orgasm hit and yanked my orgasm straight from my balls. “Oh fuck, baby. Yeah, shit.” My toes curled and my back arched, shooting my full load deep into the recesses of her gorgeous body. “Yes!”

Harper shook and convulsed, her full lips curled up into a satisfied smile before she collapsed on top of my chest, kissing the center with a loud, smacking noise. “Gio,” she sighed and kissed my chest again. “It’s a good thing I’m going back to California because otherwise I’d never let you leave this room.”

Yeah, I knew the feeling except I wasn’t all that thrilled that she was leaving. I wanted another night, possibly another week. I needed to spend every night lost in her body until I’d had enough.

No matter how long it took.

Chapter 11

Harper

Outside the window the birds chirped. I kept my eyes closed and smiled as I noted all the delicious aches in my muscles. I slept with Gio. No, I did so much more thansleepwith Gio. I fucked him. He fucked me. We shared pleasure and orgasms. We talked dirty and did dirty, dirty things to one another.

It was fantastic.

And it was over.

His warm body was curved around the back of mine, his muscles pressed against my back and one arm hung lazily around my waist. It was a nice sensation. It was better than nice, in fact, and I let myself savor this feeling for one moment. Okay, maybe two moments because my body was warm and still lit with the buzz of a proper post-orgasmic hum.

There was even a ringing in this distance that could’ve been warning bells or my libido telling me to get one more orgasm in before it was time to pack up and leave Nevada behind for good. Again.

The ringing persisted and I opened my eyes. Dammit the buzzing wasn’t the buzz of bliss but of a vibrating phone.My phone.I jackknifed up into a sitting position and looked around the room, the only light a sliver of sunlight that filtered a stripe across the bed.

I reached for my phone and squinted at the screen.Nicole.I cleared my throat and rubbed my eyes. “Hello?”

“Harper, good job on the foster kids’ thing. The place looked fantastic, and the event host was beyond satisfied with your work.”

I frowned, unable to understand this complimentary version of my boss. “Thank you, Nicole.”

“Right. Of course. Serena is thrilled, of course, because she’s been wanting to expand into the Vegas market.”

I rolled my eyes at the emphasis she put onVegasas if the word alone tasted like shit on her tongue. “I’m glad I could help. I’m headed back this afternoon once I make sure the venue space is set back to rights.” I resisted the urge to look at the sleeping hottie behind me, afraid my resolve my crack.

“Oh no you’re not,” Nicole said, her tone unusually even. “Serena has, against my better judgment, ordered that you stay put.”

“But I thought you said—”

Nicole cut me off, which I swore was her favorite thing to do. “I did. There are two events coming up over the next five or six weeks. A Week of Stars which is for a bunch of childhood cancers,” she added dismissively. “It’s a week-long event, fundraisers every night, all themed with varying guests lists. According to Serena it’s a who’s who of Vegas, whateverthatmeans.”

I rolled my eyes. Again.

Gio’s phone rang and my whole body stiffened. Thankfully Nicole didn’t notice, not that it was any of her business.

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