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Harry sinks back into my body, and a sense of calm I’m not familiar with settles over me. I want to provide her with a safe place to fall apart. It feels as important as breathing. “You didn’t have to fire your employee on my behalf,” Harry whispers into my shirt.

I sure as fuck did. I don’t want anyone on my payroll who thinks it’s okay to intimidate women. And it’s not only because it was Harry. If I caught him doing that to any woman again after his first warning, I would have fired his ass on the spot. He’s been causing trouble around here for a while now. “Don’t worry about Blaze. He needed to go. I don’t want people like him on my staff. His behavior was unacceptable. If you want to press charges, you can. I have surveillance along that hallway. It would have caught everything on tape.”

She shakes her head. “I’m not sure he did enough to warrant charges. He was intimidating and I’m sure if you hadn’t come along when you did, things might have ended up worse, but that didn’t happen … thanks to you.”

I want to push it further because this isn’t the first time Blaze has done something similar, but I don’t think now is the time to do it. She’s just lost her friend, so I’ll let it go for now.

She sighs and sinks farther into me. And I like it. I want her wrapped in my arms for always. I want her pain, her sadness, her fire, her smile. I want everything with her. Suddenly, all I see is a future laid out in front of me, playing like a movie, and she’s front and center in every scene. Her breathing slows and deepens, and I think she’s fallen asleep. I stroke her hair gently away from her face, tracing my fingers along her jaw and down to her chin. I’m dying to tilt her face up to mine so I can kiss her, but she’s distraught and I’m not one to take advantage. I kiss the top of her head and as I’m getting comfortable for a long night ahead; she stirs and tilts her face up to mine. Her sad eyes trace over every part of my face, pausing on my lips. Desire replaces the sadness and her delicate tongue swipes across her bottom lip, making it shine.

“Please kiss me,” she murmurs and I give up the fight to hold myself back.

Closing the distance, I gently press my lips to hers, tasting her tears, the sweetness of cranberry, and Harry. I want to devour her, but I move slowly, patiently. She sighs into my mouth, and I swallow it greedily, hungry for more. Opening my mouth, Harry mirrors the action and our tongues taste, tease, and tangle for what seems like an eternity. I slide my hand up her back until I reach her nape, then tighten my grip around the strands of her silky curls as Harry wraps her delicate fingers in my shirt, pulling me in tight against her body. Our kiss deepens and becomes more urgent. Harry twists her body, so she’s straddling my lap and grinds down on my aching cock.

God, I want to be inside her.

She shifts her hips, changing her angle, and grinds down again. It feels so fucking good that I can’t contain my groan, which comes from deep inside me. I drop my hands to her hips and guide her movements, ensuring she gets the friction she’s seeking. “Do you need to come, Firecracker?” Her eyes snap open, revealing dilated pupils to the point there is only a thin ring of green surrounding them and she nods. “Tell me.”

Her gaze darts back and forward between my eyes and she swallows. I urge her to give me the words I need with my eyes and study her closely while she decides whether she’s going to give me what I want. “Please make me come, Finn. Make me forget for a little while.”

I slam my mouth onto hers, pushing my tongue between her swollen lips, and tightening my grip on her hips. Small grunts leave my lips every time her heat makes contact with my cock and mix with her whimpers, which are increasing in pitch as she climbs closer to her peak. I need to concentrate hard to make sure I don’t come in my boxers like a seventeen-year-old kid on his first fucking date. I can’t remember the last time I was dry-humped. Harry presses her lips against mine softly, her warm breath filling the minuscule space between us. “Harder,” she whispers.

“Take what you need,” I grunt, sliding my hands up to her gorgeous breasts, allowing Harry to set the pace she needs. Pushing my hips up to match her movements, I cup the mounds and pinch her nipples through the fabric of her bra, while running my lips along her collarbone and up her throat, licking the pulse point at the base on the way.

Her panting increases as her movements become jerky. Her warm breath coats my face as I watch her come undone in my lap, moaning her release into my quiet office. I press her hips down, holding her tight to my body to stave off my orgasm. Harry drops her forehead to my shoulder and we sit in silence while she catches her breath. I stroke my hands up and down her back, feeling her body move with each inhale and exhale. Her movements change, becoming jerky. Her forehead still rests on my shoulder, so I can’t see her face, but I hope to hell she isn’t crying again. I don’t think my heart can take any more.

“Are you okay?” My breath stutters in my chest at the tears painting her cheeks. “What’s wrong?”

“I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what came over me.” She drops her eyes to my chest and her cheeks flush pink.

“You’ve had a terrible day, Harry.” I tap her gorgeous ass. “I’m glad I could make you feel better, if even for a moment. C’mon, I’m taking you home.”

A small crease forms between her brows. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Did you … uh … I mean, can I … uh … help you out?” She looks pointedly at my dick.

I take a moment to work out what she’s asking and even though I’m still rock hard, I’d rather take my time tonight and give Harry the loving she deserves, the loving sheneedsafter losing her friend. “I’m good for now.” I press a kiss on her forehead and then help her stand. Taking her hand in mine, I lead her to the door. I probably should stay given how busy it is and being a man down already, but I can’t bring myself to do it. Not tonight.

I pull Harry down the hallway to the back entrance and usher her outside into the cool night air, then lead her to my car. I shoot a quick message to Callahan to let him know I’ve left, and that I’ll need to see him in the morning. Harry tugs on my hand, pulling me to a stop. “I have my bike. I can ride home.”

“You’re not riding your bike at this time of night, and if you think I’m letting you go home by yourself, you’re sorely mistaken.” I hope I’m conveying how much her words displease me.

That fire that I love so much comes blazing to life. “I’m more than capable of looking after myself, thank you very much. I’ve been doing it for a long time. I ride my bike everywhere unless the weather’s shitty”—she holds her hands away from her body—“and I’ve survived just fine.” I’m pretty sure sparks just flew from her eyes, and I grin as I tug her back into me.

I wrap my arms around her, trapping her arms by her side. She doesn’t try to escape, but she holds herself stiffly in my embrace. “I know you’re more than capable, but Iwantto look after you tonight.” I smooth her hair away from her face and press my lips to her forehead. “You’ve had a shitty day, and I want to hold you. Let me look after you,” I whisper and her body softens as she melts into me.

“Okay,” she murmurs.

We lock her bike inside her café and make our way to my place. The ride is silent, with Harry keeping her gaze out the passenger window. I reach across and take her hand, placing it on my thigh and holding it there, allowing her to have her quiet moment. I’m certain she must be feeling pretty low after losing her friend.

CHAPTER17

–harriet–

I hadn’t givenmuch thought to where Finn lived, but if I had, I don’t think I would have pictured him living in a tidy home in the suburbs close to the city center. Maybe an apartment, but not a house. A house suggests Finn wants to get married and have a family one day. As soon as the thought enters my mind, I can’t stop the flood of images of me and Finn living here. Him playing in the yard with our three young boys, while I make delicious pastries in the kitchen. Geez, nothing like getting ahead of myself. The guy’s given me a couple of orgasms, and I’m already planning out our entire future. But really, he’s given me more than a couple of orgasms. He’s made me feel safe and cherished.Important even.

“It’s not much, but it’s home. Make yourself comfortable and I’ll get us a drink.” He kisses my temple and then nudges me toward his living room. The furnishings are sparse, and there aren’t any homely touches; I would even go so far as to say that a woman has never lived here. Finn steps into the room with two glasses, passing one to me.

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