Page 58 of Tangled Desires

Harrison:COME HOME

Harrison:NOW.

Harrison:Immy, girl, I’m sitting at a table full of guys having lunch, and now I can’t get up…

Harrison:I am so fucking hard.

Harrison:You BETTER be on your way home.

Home.That word lands differently. He says it like it’s casual, but it isn’t. Not really. My pulse kicks up, but there’s no time to unpack that. Amelia drops me off with a knowing smirk, and I step inside, bags in hand, ready to keep playing it cool.

Except Harrison isright there.Damp, shirtless, a towel barely clinging to his hips, water still dripping down his tattooed chest. His hair’s longer now, curling at the nape, and it’s an absolute mess—sexy as hell. Oh, and yeah, there’s no missing the blatant hard-on under that towel. I act like he’s invisible, setting my bags on the counter. “Can I help you?”

His nostrils flare. “Yes. You can help me by stripping down and getting into bed so I can fucking ravish you right now.”

I smirk, arms crossed. “Oh? That bad, huh?”

He steps closer, chest heaving. “Immy, I’ve been in agony for the last hour.Thisclose to blue balls.” He holds up two fingers, barely an inch apart.

“So… you want me?” I ask, tilting my head, all mock innocence.

His jaw clenches hard enough to crack. “Fucking oath.”

My gaze flicks to the towel, where his cock is definitely making itself known. I bite back a grin. “Show me.”

His eyes darken as he adjusts the towel, a smirk twitching at his lips. “Really?” he murmurs, intense now. It sends a jolt through me, but I keep my cool. Stepping closer, I let a finger trail up his chest, slow and teasing.

“No, that’s not what I mean.” My voice drops, sultry. “I want you to tell me. Beg for it.”

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She’s asking me tobeg. Thiswoman.

Only Imogen would pull a stunt like that, but fuck if I don’t feel myself crack. She saunters toward the bedroom, hips swaying just enough to ruin me. I’m right behind her, gripping myself through the towel because anything less and I might combust. I’ve been wound tight all fucking morning—so tight I probably should’ve taken those meds. The ones that doctor prescribed me ages ago for my ADHD.

But fuck that. They dull everything, and right now, I want to feel every single fucking second of this.

She pauses in the doorway, turning just enough to give me that wicked little grin. Her hands go to her shirt, undoing each button like she’s got all the time in the world. My gaze locks on the soft skin she reveals, inch by inch, and my breath comes heavier withevery tease of flesh. One step closer, and a low growl rumbles in my throat before I can stop it.

Her eyes snap to mine. “Nuh-uh. You know what to do.”

God help me. Pride’s kicking and screaming, but my body’s already halfway there. “You’re serious right now?” She quirks a brow—answer enough. The shirt drops, the skirt follows, and fuck me, there it is: that lace set from the photo. My mouth waters. My hands twitch. Every cell in my body screamsgrab her. But no, she’s in charge, and her look sayswait.

I step in front of her, heat pouring off me. Her finger points down. No words. Just that commanding, smug little motion that has me dropping to my knees. “Take it off,” she purrs, her hand skimming the lace at her hip. My hands dart forward, but she tsks, her smile downright sinful. “Not with your hands.”

Christ. She’s pure temptation, and I’m a goner. Leaning in, I grab the lace between my teeth, pulling it down, slow, deliberate, worshipping every inch of her skin as it’s revealed. The moment the thong hits the floor, she kicks it away, leaving me eye-level with her perfect, slick cunt. My mouth waters. I lean in, hungry, but her hand stops me.

“Nuh-uh,” she whispers, her tone just enough to drive me over the edge.

A growl tears out of me. She’s so close and still out of reach. “For fuck’s sake, Imogen, I’m starving.”

Her laugh is low and teasing. “I don’t hear you begging.”

Fucking hell. There’s no holding back. “Please,” I rasp.

“Please what?” Her sweet tone is all sugar, masking the fire in her eyes.

“Pretty please, Immy, let me fucking devour your pretty cunt,” I grit out. Her eyebrow lifts. She winks. That’s it. Control? Gone. My mouth crashes against her, hands locking on her thighs to pull her closer. The sharp gasp she lets out hits like fuel, and I dive in, tongue dragging over her, tasting her, owning everyinch. She bucks against me, her fingers fisting in my hair, and I growl, the sound reverberating against her pussy.

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