Page 25 of His Secret Toy
“Feel that?” I ask.
She nods again.
“That’s what you do to me. Every time.”
She twists beneath me, reaching up until her lips catch mine.
It’s not delicate nor is it shy.
Her mouth is hungry, open. Her kiss lands with need, and when I push back in, she whimpers into my mouth.
I swallow the sound. I keep kissing her while I move inside her, slow and brutal in how much I hold back.
I break the kiss just long enough to look her in the eye.
“I don’t look at you and see an intern anymore, Harper.”
Her throat moves, but she doesn’t speak.
I lean in closer, voice low and steady.
“I see the only thing I’ve ever let past my armor.”
Her trembling hands slide up my neck, and her thighs wrap around me tighter.
“You want to come?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says, breathless.
I press one hand between her legs and rub her exactly where she needs it—firm, controlled, like I know her rhythm better than she does.
Her body seizes.
She chokes out a sob as her orgasm hits. She comes hard, her nails digging into my back, her heels locking behind me.
I don’t stop. I fuck her through the waves until I feel myself start to break.
I grab the headboard with one hand and thrust harder. My release comes sharp, deep, everything I’ve been holding in since the day I watched her on that camera for the first time.
I collapse on top of her, just enough to feel the sweat between us.
We don’t speak.
We don’t have to wonder what this is anymore.
We both know.
THE END
