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“Just pull my hair or yell if you want me to stop, okay, princess?”
She smiled, relieved but still nervous. “Again with calling meprincess—” She lost the thought at that point as he dropped to his knees and nudged her legs open.
After a kiss to her inner thighs, he slowly parted her folds, and his tongue began moving through her. His tongue felt so incredibly good against her.
A moan, deep and salacious, surrounded her. That was her!
Harlis must have done this before, because the man sent such heat through her body she felt like she was going to explode. Then his hands positioned her legs over his shoulders, forcing her to lean back on her elbows and simply enjoy.
As she threw her head back and stared up at the sunlight coming in through the top of the greenhouse, Harlis found her clit. His tongue must have been magical, because he controlled her body with those swirls of his.
She pulled herself into a sitting position and sank her hands into his hair. A feeling of power came over her as she held his head and pulled him in closer.
He chuckled, creating a new sensation that sent her over the top. Her muscles contracted and her fists tightened in his hair as the orgasm took over. Sheer bliss flooded her body. Harlis never stopped licking, sucking, and giving her the best pleasure she’d ever known. Too sensitive to continue, she started to pull away.
Wet and smiling, that handsome face tilted back and looked up at her. “Are you going to stop my fun now, sunshine?”
“Sunshine? What happened toprincess?”
“If you saw the smile on your face right now, you wouldn’t ask that question.”
She laughed. Somehow, with Harlis, it never took much. “Proceed, my willing servant,” she teased.
“Yes, my queen.”
Queen? Hardly. Except he sure made her feel like one as she leaned back, palms flat on the table and his head between her thighs.
As she dipped her head back, allowing herself to enjoy, she heard a rustling of leaves nearby. Her eyes flashed open. There, behind three-foot-wide leaves of a huge tree in the center of the greenhouse, stood Gavin watching.
Gray eyes held a sadness to them that almost made her call out to him, but she wasn’t ready for two guys, despite how normal that was back home. She’d grown up her entire life knowing she’d be in a family unit with three or four husbands one day, but the guards had destroyed too much in her to make that easy to accept.
“You okay?” Harlis asked, lifting his head, blessedly unaware that they were being watched.
She smiled at Harlis, realizing he’d restored a lot of her confidence, simply by giving to her without expecting anything in return. And yet she felt this overwhelming need to reciprocate because he’d given so freely of himself.
“I want to return the favor,” she said.
“When you’re ready.” He lifted her off the table, set her back on her feet, and handed her pants to her.
“Are you sure?” she asked while she dressed.
He kissed her cheek. “Yeah. I’m sure. Besides, I brought you to the greenhouse to give you work to do so you wouldn’t be bored back at the house. I don’t think Gavin would appreciate us screwing here.”
She could still picture those sad eyes of Gavin’s. “Language, language, my sweet prince.”
“Prince? Yeah, right. Tell Bowen that. He’ll laugh for a month straight. He thinks I’m the court jester.” That grin surfaced again. “Get to work, princess. I’ve got to get to my lab. Soil samples to test and other boring stuff like that.”
“Where is your lab?” she asked as he headed for the door.
“Other side of the compound, so don’t come looking for me. You wait here for one of us to escort you back after dark. Bye, princess. Enjoy your day. I’m already enjoying mine.”
With that cocky grin of his, Harlis sauntered out of the greenhouse. She turned around to find Gavin. It was time to speak with him, but the greenhouse was empty. Gavin was gone.
Chapter Seven
BOWEN
Bowen had dismantled the harvester’s engine and laid out half the parts on a tarp. He couldn’t figure out what the hell was wrong with this one. Or the other four that had failed in the past two weeks. He wasn’t an engineer, but if he didn’t get these fixed and soon, he wouldn’t meet his quota for the week. He barely made quota last week when he still had three working harvesters.
