Page 81 of The Pretender

He glanced at the doorway to the bedroom. The poor thing looked confused. The bed sat a few feet away, but she stood on the opposite end of the room, not moving. She sensed she was going to have to help him because his brain cells were not connecting.

She backed up. “The wall.”

“Uh... bu...” He stammered as his mouth dropped open. “What?”

Okay, that was cute and more than a little flattering. All that control she’d ceded in the bathroom she won back now. His reaction sent a rush of power through her. She believed she could conquer just about anything.

“Go get a condom.” She put the backs of her hands against the wall by her head. If the guy didn’t get the message now she’d literally start spelling the words.

“Right.” He took off. Actually jogged the few feet to the bedroom.

She heard the drawer rattling and then he swore. When he popped out again he was naked and holding the condom. And fully erect. He’d been half hard in the tub during their bath but hadn’t made a move. A few words and a dropped towel and the man was ready.

The man was impressive and, for now, he was all hers.

She smiled at him. “There you go.”

“Oh, I get it now.” He stood in front of her, right between her legs. “I’m going to fuck you against the wall.”

Heat burned through her. Every muscle ached to wrap around him and pull him close. “Now would be good.”

“It will definitely be good.” He slipped his fingers through hers and held her there, pinned to the wall. “So fucking good.”

Then his mouth found hers. The kiss shook her as every nerve ending fired. His tongue swept over hers. Their legs tangled together. That weight as his chest pressed against hers. She craved it all and wanted even more.

She slipped a hand out of his and pressed it against the back of his neck. The kiss deepened as their bodies rubbed together.

“Harris, now.” She would plead, beg, get on her knees. Whatever it took to get him all over her.

“I want to be inside you.” Already hard, he rolled the condom over his length.

She jumped and he caught her. With his hands on the back of her thighs, he pulled her tight against him. His erection pressed against her entrance and up to her stomach. She linked her ankles behind him. The move had her legs open and her body ready.

His mouth dove in for another kiss as his fingers slipped down her body. That perfect finger rubbed over her, slid into her. She lifted her hips, angled her body to pull him in deeper. When he moved it in and out, her back arched off the wall.

He slipped his finger out of her and then his tip brushed over her, plunging deep inside her. Their lower bodies met and her fingers slid into his hair. She couldn’t hold him close enough or tight enough as he moved in and out.

Her head rolled against the wall and her hips moved in time with each thrust. Need pounded her as she shifted so he’d hit just the right spot inside her. It worked and the touch had her gasping. A sexy shiver ran through her. She was warm now. Her skin caught fire from the inside out.

An orgasm hovered just out of reach. She teetered on the brink. Her body cried out for more. Without thinking, she tightened her legs around him, which only brought her closer to the edge. Then he rolled his hips forward and she lost it. Pleasure crashed over her and dragged her under. Her last coherent thought was about Harris.

He had changed everything.

Chapter 22

Harris swore at the knock on the guesthouse door the next morning. He knew who stood on the other side because Damon had sent a warning text ten minutes ago. He literally gave Harris a countdown to stop having sex and get dressed. Lucky for Damon, that had already happened.

Harris opened the door. “What?”

“You are the only guy I know who is grumpieraftersex.” Damon pushed his way into the room but stopped when he saw Gabby sitting on the couch, looking at her phone. “Oh, shit.”

“Yeah, I’m right here, listening to your male nonsense. I guess locker-room talk really is a thing.”

Damon had the grace to wince. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Harris and I are not exactly a secret.” She stood up and looked at Damon’s hands. “What are you holding?”

He waved the short stack of documents. “More chat room records.”

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