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“I’m going to… Fuck, Harlow,” I pant.

Knowing I’m close, her pace picks up. As her grip firms around me, I can feel my balls tighten.

“Baby, you’re going to make me come.”

Her gorgeous eyes flick up to meet mine in a silent acknowledgment. Harlow withdraws her hand, reaching around to grip my ass, digging her nails in as she takes me as deep as she can.

Holding her hair tightly in my left fist, I fuck her mouth until my release spills down her throat. Her swallows cause me to shudder. Taking in a few quieting breaths, I try to calm the pulse pounding in my ears, anxious to repay the favor. But I can’t do what I need, one handed in the shower.

“I want to clean you up. Watch the soap dance over your beautiful skin before you dry off.” How had I gotten so lucky? My mind conjures up the perfect way to satisfy my hunger, a devilishgrin crossing my face at the thought. “Afterward, come to bed and bring me a snack.”

Standing up, she gives me a confused scowl before I grasp the body wash, squeezing above her perfect breasts, watching the droplets roll down her sexy curves. I allow my ravenous eyes to follow their path, traveling the length of her. “I thought you told me I shouldn’t wait on you.”

I scrunch my face in confusion as I attempt to clean her glorious skin with one hand.

“At the ballgame. When I brought the snacks back from the concession stand.”

The lightbulb goes off. “Ah. Yes. And I meant it. But let’s make an exception this time.”

She wrinkles her nose, probably wondering if I’ve picked up some bad habits from her exes.

I give her ass a playful slap before stepping out of the shower, watching as she turns off the water and reaches for a towel. Sliding the protective cover off of my cast, I dry myself off before walking to the door. “Now, hurry up. I’m hungry.”

“What the?—”

“Chop. Chop.” I mimic, clapping with my bum arm and good hand.

Her mouth falls open briefly before she crosses her arms over those beautiful tits, about to hurl some sassy comeback in my direction.

“I’m going to need you to sit that sweet pussy on my face so I’ll be sated and can get a good night’s sleep.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

HARRISON

“Harrison. I need to see if I can pull some men from the Montlake reno. I’ve got several guys out sick.” Gus lets out a harsh sounding cough, and I can’t help but wonder if he isn’t one of them.

“You don’t sound so good yourself.”

“Nah, this is just a cold. It’s miserable, but it’ll pass. They have the shits. I don’t want them anywhere near here.”

“Yikes. Do whatever you need to. But I thought the Montlake reno was behind because of permits.”

“All of the jobs are behind.” He snorts. I’m hoping it’s from congestion. But I worry, it was sarcasm. I can tell he’s frustrated. I feel like I’ve left him holding the bag.

“Gus, should I tell the guys here I’ve got to come back for a bit?”

“Nah, we’ve got it. Storms, permits, Montezuma’s Revenge. It is what it is. We just have to keep plugging. We’ll catch up. You know how this business goes.” He pauses for a deep, barky cough. “That rich ass lawyer will have to stop his bellyaching about delays on his reno. We can’t control what the city does. The offices were probably closed for like National Mistletoe Day or some shit.”

Knowing Candy Cane Key, he’s probably not too far off the mark.

“How’s it going there?”

“About as stressful. It’s a lot to juggle, planning all these builds so close together. I’m glad they have faith in our company, but I’m just worried we don’t have the manpower to keep up with what they’re asking for.”

Gus lets out a few more coughs that sound worrisome.

“You sure you aren’t coming down with pneumonia?”

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