Page 20 of Love, Honor, and Ink

Harper quirked a grin, went to her nightstand, then donned the condom, sliding it over his length. Her gaze followed the movement, and she bit down on her lip. They wouldn’t have time for her to have a taste this first time, but maybe later that night…

He slid between her legs, his gaze on hers. “Ready?”

Always.

Not that she said that aloud. Instead, she nodded, spreading her legs wider. He rested on his forearms and slid inside, inch by agonizing inch.

They both groaned when he finally shoved to the hilt and then froze.

“Good?” he asked, his voice barely restrained.

He stretched her so fucking good, but it didn’t hurt. Far from it. “Hell, yes. Move. Please.”

He grinned down at her, then captured her lips in a heated kiss, pulling out then thrusting back in as he did so. As she raked her nails down his back, gripping his hips, his ass, anything she could get a hold of, he kissed her neck, her jaw, her breasts.

Sweat slicked both of them as he fucked her, their bodies heaving as they made love. His hand slid down her belly and flicked her clit, his gaze on hers. Her mouth parted, and she strained to keep her eyes open as she came. He groaned, whispering her name as he flexed his hips once more, coming deep inside her within the condom.

Harper rested his head against hers, both of them trying to catch their breaths. He met her gaze, and she knew they’d made a mistake. There would be no going back from this, no one night and wishing for the best.

Arianna had slept with her best friend, and though she should have been running for the door, she wasn’t. No, all she wanted to do was relish it and then do it again.

What the heck was she going to do?

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