Page 61 of Behind the Scenes
She was working me slowly, pulling the pleasure from my relaxed body until I had no choice but to open my eyes to Harley between my legs.
Her firm hands held my thighs against the bed. Her tongue attacked my clit.
“Sleeping Beauty, finally joining the party.”
Her mouth fastened on my clit and her fingers sank into my wet entrance with ease. My back bowed against the mattress and Icursed. It was still dark in the room, and it made it all the more erotic, being unable to see her as she fucked me.
“Harley,” I moaned as my orgasm crested.
My fingers came to pluck my nipples.
She didn’t dignify me with a response; she just picked up her motions, her hand slamming into me as she mercilessly fucked me.
I jerked against her hold as the waves ran through me, making me soar higher than ever before. I choked on my words as I tried to tell Harley to slow down because if she didn’t?—
Another orgasm came crashing through me, giving me no reprieve. This time she did pull away, my wetness glinting on her face in the darkness.
“Two orgasms? How very subpar of me.”
She climbed my body, her lips fastening to mine.
My hand fisted in her hair as I met her passion. Her fingers were strumming my clit before I could stop her.
“You’ve proven your point,” I said as I pulled away breathlessly.
“No,” she said with a chuckle. She leaned down to place kisses on my neck that led down to my nipple. “I don’t think I have.”
When she bit down on the sensitive peak, I cried out, which quickly turned into a gargled moan as she sank three fingers into me, pumping them so hard I couldn’t breathe.
Unfortunately, Harley was right. My body. My mind. She had it all right there in her hand.
This might have just been a silly little bet with her, but there was more to it. And it made me start to realize just how utterly fucked I was.
But in that moment, with her teeth abusing my flesh and her talented fingers making me come again, I didn’t care.
In the darkness, I could be hers.
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No matter hownotsubpar those orgasms were and whatever crazy feelings they stirred in me, she wasn’t always right. And even though Harley didn’t actually hire me, I wasn’t about to let that mediocre manager treat her—or me—like that.
I hated when men looked down on women. When they thought they could just walk all over them. Thought that they were better. More intelligent. Moreworthy.
It wasn’t even only about her anymore. I had something to prove.
I’m going to make him eat his words.
So even though I still had a slight headache, I still showed up to the set. Still sat on my chair with Penelope by my side. And I worked.
In between client work, I pulled all my contacts in the entertainment industry. I got in touch with the union. I had all of Harley’s previous contracts and paystubs sent to me.
I hadn’t worked this much out of spite in years. But like anything with Harley, the thrill was a nice break from the years of stressful work I’d been doing.
I used to think I got a hit of adrenaline frommy job. And maybe I did. But it was so dull in comparison to whatever it was Harley dragged me into.
She was a serial killer, for God’s sake, and here I was, trying to nail her manager for wage theft. I was pretty sure she could kill him anytime and get away with it. Part of me definitely thought she should. The guy was a dick. Another part of me wondered if she had considered it before and, if she had, why she hadn’t done it.
