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“I like you best when you’re not perfect. When you can be yourself with me, because it means I can be myself with you.”

Fuck.

She wants the unvarnished version of Harrison King.

I’ve never shown it to anyone. Not the way I have with her.

I reach for the button on my pants, and she lifts her chin, lips parting in anticipation.

She takes a long drink of champagne, for fun or courage, then holds it out. “You don’t want any?”

I shake my head. “That’s your reward. You’re mine.”

22

RAE

When I got the official word that I won the fan vote spot at Wild Fest, I had a mini meltdown. I’m not a girl who’s used to getting what she wants. The fact that I had to work my ass off for it only made it sweeter.

Harrison King, on the other hand, knows exactly how to get what he wants.

From the second I walked in and spotted him, his gorgeous face tight and his expression intent, it was clear he wanted me.

He shifts me up onto the desk, stepping between my thighs and squeezing my ass.

My pulse races. There’s a fine line between thrill and danger, one made sharper by the look in his eyes.

The man might actually be an animal.

He cups my breast in one large hand, the coarseness through the lace I wore for him feeling so damn good. I’m suddenly aware of tradespeople working outside.

“Is this room soundproof?”

Harrison’s grin is wicked as he shrugs out of his jacket and strips off his shirt. “You have a problem with anyone hearing you, you’re going to have to stay quiet.”

My attention drags to his beautiful body, all angles and ripples of muscle. If I did have a problem, he’d stop. But I’ve already faced down one fear. This is a celebration of that, a way to show myself I can take more.

Until he shifts closer, rubbing his impressive erection against me through the lace and the fabric of his pants. He takes my other breast too, his fingers and thumbs rolling my nipples, and my head falls back.

“Oh, shit.” The words spilling from my lips only make him twist harder. Heat drags a line from my breasts to my core, where I’m already wet.

“Beautiful girl.” It’s a praise and a taunt at once, and when his lips claim mine, I moan into his mouth. Most of the time, the difference in our ages and experience falls away when we’re together. But once in awhile, he reminds me.

Like the commanding way he says, “Lie down.”

Harrison reaches for the champagne, holding it over my reclined body. My stomach tightens as he tips it over and…

I hiss out a breath as it hits my breast, cold on my already peaked nipple. His mouth is there the next second, sucking roughly through the damp lace in a way that makes my thighs shake.

“The desk?—”

“Christening it, and you.”

“Like a boat?” I taunt. “You hate boats.”

He retaliates by dropping fizzing champagne in my belly button and sucking it up. It tickles and thrills at once, and my legs wrap around his hips on instinct.

Next between my legs. The cold makes me jerk, but his hot mouth is there to lick it up.

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