Page 29 of The CEO's Obsession

"Mason, what—" she begins, but I press a finger to my lips, urging silence.

I lead her down a dimly lit hallway, away from prying eyes. My heart pounds as I scan for a secluded spot. There—an alcove partly hidden behind a large abstract sculpture. Perfect.

I pull Harper into the shadowy space, pressing her against the wall. Her eyes widen in surprise, but there's a flicker of heat in their depths.

"Shh," I murmur, covering her mouth with my hand. "We need to be quiet."

She nods, her breath hot against my palm. I trail my other hand down her side, savoring the silky feel of the dress I had made for her. My fingers find the slit in the skirt, slipping underneath to caress her thigh.

Harper's eyelids flutter closed as I stroke higher. When I reach the lace edge of her panties, she lets out a muffled whimper. I growl low in my throat, torn between the need to claim her and the thrill of our clandestine encounter.

"Do you want this?" I whisper, my lips brushing her ear.

She nods frantically, her hips pushing forward. I smirk, then yank her panties aside. In one swift motion, I lift her up, pinning her between my body and the wall. Harper wraps her legs around my waist as I free myself from my trousers.

With a stifled groan, I thrust into her welcoming heat. Harper's cry is muffled by my hand as I begin to move, setting a demanding pace. The risk of discovery only heightens our shared pleasure.

I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent.Mine, I think fiercely.All mine.

I drive into Harper with relentless intensity, savoring every muffled gasp and shudder. The thrill of potentially being caughtonly fuels my passion. I can feel her tightening around me, her climax building.

"That's it, sweetheart," I growl softly. "Let go for me."

I angle my hips, hitting that spot deep inside her that makes her see stars. Harper's eyes go wide, her body tensing. I clap my hand over her mouth just as she comes apart, stifling her cry of ecstasy.

The pulsing of her inner walls around my cock is exquisite torture. I grit my teeth, fighting my own release as Harper trembles in my arms. Her nails dig into my shoulders as waves of pleasure crash over her.

When the aftershocks subside, I slowly remove my hand from her mouth. Harper gulps in air, her chest heaving.

"Mason," she breathes, voice husky with satisfaction. "That was..."

"We're not done yet," I growl, still achingly hard inside her.

I pull out, ignoring her whimper of protest, and set her on shaky legs. In one smooth motion, I spin her to face the wall. Harper braces herself against the cool surface as I enter her from behind.

The new angle draws a strangled moan from us both. I set a punishing rhythm, one hand gripping her hip while the other tangles in her hair. The quiet sounds of skin on skin seem deafening in the secluded alcove.

I lean in close, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "You're mine, Harper," I rasp. "Say it."

She shakes her head, stubborn even now. I tug gently on her hair, changing the angle of my thrusts. Harper gasps, her hips bucking back against me.

"Say it," I demand again, feeling my own release approaching.

"Yours," Harper finally whimpers. "I'm yours, Mason."

Her admission sends me over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, I bury myself inside her and come with a muffled groan. Harper shudders against me, her body milking every last drop.

We stay like that for a long moment, both panting and trembling. Finally, I ease out of her and help her straighten her dress. As I tuck myself away, reality starts to seep back in.

The sounds of the gallery filter down the hallway—soft music, the murmur of conversation. Harper's cheeks are flushed, her hair slightly mussed. She's never looked more beautiful.

And I know with every fiber of my being that I’m only going to get more obsessed with her every day for the rest of our lives.

EPILOGUE

One year later

Harper

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