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“Since I moved out of my parents’ house,” he replies casually, as if it’s just another part of his life, something that’s always been.

“To be born into money,” I murmur, momentarily lost in thought. I wonder what that must be like to never have to struggle.

He shifts slightly, his tone changing, becoming more serious. “I’ve worked hard since I was a kid, always trying to prove myself. Fuck, I still feel like I need to,” he says with a huff.

My heart breaks for him. Despite his money, he’s always been so supportive, offering encouragement when I needed it most. “You deserve everything you have. I’ve seen how much you work and how much you care about your businesses.”

“Well, I was kinda forced to help yours, but I’m glad I did; otherwise, we wouldn’t be here,” he says, the teasing edge in his voice returning. But then his hand reaches up to trace my bottom lip with his finger, and the tenderness in the gesture makes me forget everything else. His eyes darken with desire, and I feel the electricity spark between us.

Our gazes lock, and everything fades away. He leans in, capturing my mouth in a firm kiss. For once, the world feels peaceful, and I let myself follow my heart's desires. “Harvey?” I whisper against his lips, my breath shallow.

“Yes, baby,” he murmurs back between kisses, the intensity of the moment consuming us both.

“I need you.”

He groans into my mouth before pulling back slightly, but he keeps our bodies pressed together.

“Take me,” I command.

Without hesitation, he grabs my hand and leads me up a flight of stairs near the kitchen. If I thought the view was stunning downstairs, it’s even more magnificent up here. His beige leather bed faces the city scape, no plaster walls to block the city views. He moves to hold me, but I’ve had my fill of the view. What I want now is him. I want to be consumed by his affection, to forget the everyday chaos that is my life right now.

I twist in his arms to face him, and he shrugs out of his jacket. My hands move to untuck his shirt, eager to strip it away. This time, I’m not slow… I want him naked as quickly as possible.

“In a hurry to leave?” he teases.

“Not at all,” I reply, my voice husky with desire. “I just want you naked as fast as possible.”

“Well, let me help with that.” He grins and rips his shirt off.

“Your shirt…” I gasp.

He shrugs. “I can grab another one.”

Right, we’re at his place. “Be careful with mine. I don’t have any spare clothes.”

“You could borrow a shirt,” he offers.

“And what do I tell Molly or Chad?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Molly won’t care, but Chad… yeah, that’s awkward.” He looks a bit nervous at the mention of Chad.

I smile, amused. “Exactly.”

Chapter 28

Harvey

My hand slides carefullyover her clothes as I carefully remove each piece. I watch as her hands drop from my chest to the sides of her body. She watches my hands undo the delicate buttons on her shirt and zip down with care.

Our clothes are all off in a matter of seconds. The confidence in her now as she stands here is different. She's not trying to hide her body or stop me from seeing her completely naked like last night. Instead, she stands tall and presses her breasts out toward me. Right now, I want her to only feel, and not think about anything. She needs to understand how much I've fallen for her and how much I love her body. I'll show her how desperate I am to please her.

Her fingers trail from my shoulders down my chest, brushing over the patch of dark hair before skimming my stomach. She slows to a tease near my erection, then drags her nails back up, leaving me burning for more. I can tell it’s affecting her too—her cheeks are flushed pink. It doesn't stop her from glidingher hand through my hair and tugging on it hard to tilt my head back, exposing my neck. I swallow roughly as I wait with anticipation for her next move. She moves her mouth to the base of my neck and kisses, sucks, licks and bites her way up to my jaw, leaving little marks along my skin. Then she starts along my jaw to meet my mouth, where she nips at my lip and I lose it, capturing her lips in a growl.

Lifting her into my arms, I carry her to my bed, where I lay her down delicately. She looks beautiful laying on my gray blankets. Her hair fanned out messily around her head, I kiss her this time, along her jaw and neck. I run my palm over her chest and squeeze her breasts before moving down over her stomach and then over her mound and slowly making my way through her wetness. She bucks her hips, desperate for my fingers again, but I fight against her to bring her the best pleasure today.

She has the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. "I want to taste you, buttercup. Will you let me?" I ask in a deep, gravelly tone.

"Yes-s," she begs on a wobbly breath.

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