Page 58 of Love Under Protection

“I thought we agreed to wait until I was off,” he asks.

“You said that. I took it upon myself to get it out of the way. Besides, I didn’t think you’d mind,” I add at the last minute.

“Oh, I don’t mind at all.” He kisses my neck. “I’m just thinking of all the spots in this apartment that need to be christened now that it’sours.”

“Mmm. Can we start right here?”

“Hmm. I’m not sure.” He nips at my lips. “I was thinking you deserved to be cuffed to my headboard. I still haven’t had the chance to enjoy seeing you spread naked across my bed.” His hand slips under the waistband of my pants, and his fingers dip between my legs. “I think you like that idea better, don’t you?”

What I think is that we should have been doing this the whole time since I moved to New York and that I’m a fool for holding out on him. Instead, I choose to agree with him. Because being cuffed to his bed sounds like exactly what we both need.

Harley lifts me up and carries me to his room.

“Strip,” he orders while peeling off his uniform.

I freeze with my pants halfway down my legs, and my heart skips a beat with the sound of the Velcro on his bulletproof vest. Reading me like an open book, he pauses and reminds me to stay in the moment. “And if it gets to be too much, we’ll stop.”

I take a deep breath.It’s all over now. We’re safe. Harley’s here. I’m here.

“Are you with me?” he asks, standing before me now, completely naked.

“Yes,” I answer confidently as I take the last of my clothes off.

“Good.” He picks me up again. “First, I think we both need to relax in a hot shower. Then I’m going to drive you crazy until you can’t take anymore.”

Harley steps in the shower with me still in his arms and turns on the water. I bury my head in his shoulder, mentally preparing for the burst of cold water that usually comes first. Instead, a stream of warm water cascades down on us.

“Ohh,” I purr.

“It’s nice when you don’t have to wait for it to warm up, isn’t it?” he asks at the same time that he pins me to the wall and slips his hand between us.

“God, yes.”

“I don’t know that I’m going to make it out of this shower without being inside of you.”

I clench around his fingers. “I need you.”

It’s been too long. I need to feel that connection between us again.

Harley seems to read my mind as he rubs his cock between my legs, teasing me. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please, yes,” I beg shamelessly.

He rewards me by pushing inside me all at once. He lets out a long groan and pauses for a split second before his hips beginning to thrust. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and lean my forehead on his.

“I’ve missed this...missed you,” he pants.

“Uh. Hmm. I’ve missed you, too!” I practically scream when my first orgasm hits me out of nowhere.

Harley grunts and quickens his pace before pulling out of me and wrapping his cock in his fist. His release lands on my skin, and I feel owned by this man.

“Fuck,” he huffs, leaning in to kiss me. “I fucking love you.”

I kiss him even harder. “I love you too, and I can’t wait to do that again,” I say with a lazy smile.

Epilogue

Harley

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