Page 73 of Redeeming Harmony

“Jade was trying to stop a dog from eating the damn cat!” he said.

“Why didn’t you wait for her to return, or better yet, ask me to help?” she said. “I could have held the stupid cat.”

“You just always have all the answers, don’t you?” He stomped forward until they were only inches apart, his face red and his naked chest heaving with exertion. He pitched his voice higher in a bad imitation of her. “I could have held the psycho cat, Nathan. I know how to save the clinic, Nathan.”

“At least I tried to do something!” she shouted. “I didn’t sit on my ass doing nothing and hoping it would all just go away. It’s like you didn’t even care that the clinic is in danger!”

“Are you kidding me?” he shouted back. “This clinic means everything to me, Harper! Everything!”

“Then stop feeling sorry for yourself and figure out how we fix this new problem!”

He made a strangled sound of annoyance before yanking her into his arms and slamming his mouth down on hers. His tongue invaded her mouth, and she returned his angry kiss with just as much outrage, nipping at his lips as he boosted her onto his desk.

Their tongues battled for control as he cupped her head and took the kiss deeper. When he reached for her shirt, she helped him yank it over her head. Her bra followed, and she moaned Nathan’s name when his hard hands cupped her breasts and squeezed. He pulled roughly on her nipples as they kissed again, and she reached for the button on his jeans, popping it open before raking the zipper down and reaching into his briefs.

He hissed out a breath when she wrapped her fingers around his rock-hard dick. Fuck, he was just as thick as she’d hoped he’d be. He gripped the back of her neck and yanked her head back, staring directly at her as she rubbed him hard.

“Fuck, Harper,” he moaned. “That feels so good.”

He reached for the waistband of her yoga pants, and she released his dick and boosted herself up on her hands on the desk so he could pull them down. They dragged her panties with them, and Nathan, his face a mask of stormy need, tugged off her shoes before dragging off her pants and underwear and tossing them to the floor.

She reached for his dick again as he kissed her neck with wild out of control nips and licks.

“Condom,” she panted. “Do you have one?”

“Wallet,” he muttered as he sucked on her earlobe.

She reached into his back pocket, gasping when he pinched her nipple and almost dropped the damn wallet. Her hands shaking, she took the condom out of his wallet and tossed the wallet on the desk. She ripped open the foil wrapper as Nathan shoved his pants and briefs down his legs.

She paused with the condom held over the fattest, prettiest cock she’d ever seen. “Fuck, that’s one beautiful dick.”

“Thanks,” he gritted out, his fingers pulling at her nipple again. “Put the fucking condom on it, Harper.”

“Right.” She rolled the condom on with smooth practice before urging him forward between her legs. The need to have Nathan’s absolute rockstar of a dick inside of her was overwhelming.

He reached between her legs, and she knocked his hand away. While she loved clit rubbing as much as the next girl, if she didn’t get Nathan’s dick in the next five seconds, she’d lose her damn mind. “Just fuck me.”

“I want to make sure you’re wet enough,” he said.

She kissed him hard as she gripped his dick and pulled him closer with it, lining him up at her entrance. “Trust me. I’m wet enough.”

Adorable worry lines appeared on his forehead. “Harper, I need to check…”

His voice trailed off in a guttural moan when she wiggled forward on the desk and took the tip of him inside of her.

He wrapped his thick arm around her waist and pushed into her with one hard thrust. She gasped at the feeling of fullness, at the glorious way his dick filled every inch of her and demanded more.

She expected him to keep thrusting, and warmth shot through her when instead of moving, he cupped her face, his thumb rubbing across her cheekbone. “Okay?”

“Better than okay,” she said before kissing him. “Fuck me, Nathan.”

“Yes, Harper,” he said with a cute grin that amped up the butterflies already doing cartwheels in her stomach.

He pumped in and out of her, one hand braced on the wall behind his desk, the other gripping her hip hard as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed up against his chest. Too late, she remembered the scratches on his chest as he hissed out a breath at the contact.

“Sorry,” she said. She tried to lean back, but Nathan slid his hand up her spine and pressed hard, forcing her against his body as he thrust rhythmically into her.

“No,” he panted, “stay where you are.”

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