Page 42 of Say I Do

Harlow moaned against my hand. His eyelids fluttered up, and I drove into him harder and faster. The sound of music increased as the door opened. I glared over my shoulder at the stunned men at the entrance.

“What the fuck are you looking at? Keep your eyes off him.” When they didn’t move, my eyes narrowed. “Get the fuck out before I slit your throat!”

They scrambled out of the bathroom, and I turned back to Harlow. My grip on him tightened as I fucked him hard and fast. Our bodies slapped together, skin on stinging skin, as we both barrelled toward nirvana. Harlow’s nails dug in, my thighs flexed as my balls tightened, and I crashed our lips together again, needing another taste.

It started as a tingle at the base of my spine and turned into pure electricity as I slammed into him. Harlow panted.

“Benito!”

He screamed my name to the heavens as his body convulsed and shook against the wall. I grinned, slammed forward, and chased that same high. My head fell forward, and I buried it in the crook of his neck as I came so hard my legs buckled, threatening to drop both of us to the ground.

I thrust a few more times. Each one made Harlow shudder before I knew I didn’t have another ounce left to give him. When I pulled back, he stared at me as a bead of saliva mixed with my blood raced down his chin. I leaned forward and lapped it up before I nipped at his jaw.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“Yeah.”

The real world came rushing back too quickly, as it always did after having sex. However, this time I wasn’t ready to bolt home and get back to work to drown out the issues that constantly plagued my mind. Instead, I carefully lowered Harlow to the ground, where he sank against the wall with shaky legs.

“We need to get out of here before someone sees us,” I said.

He held up a finger. “Can’t feel my legs.”

A laugh burst from my lips. The tension that had slowly started to build as I wondered whatnowdisappeared as I shook my head at him. Harlow looked up at me, raised a brow, and then his lips cracked into a genuine smile.

I abruptly stopped laughing. That smile lit up his whole face. It was different from his smug looks or the taunting expression he so often wore. It was almost enough to knock me off my feet.

Fuck. He’s beautiful.

Harlow tilted his head at me. “What?”

“Nothing,” I said quickly. “Let’s get out of here. You’re gonna have to drive. I’m fucked up.”

“I couldn’t tell,” Harlow said sarcastically as he tugged his pants up his thighs. He glanced at the panties on the ground. “Those were my favorite pair.”

“I’ll buy you new ones.”

Harlow waved a hand. “No need. I’ll have Tony pick out some more.”

A fire burned up my throat. Before I knew it, I had Harlow pinned against the wall, his hair in my fist. Harlow’s eyes widened. Sometimes when I grabbed him, he looked horny. This time he seemed genuinely surprised.

If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll have to fuck you all over again.

Harlow tried to pull away, and I slammed him against the wall once more. “The next time you send some other man out to buy you panties, I’ll set them on fire. You’ll be lucky if you don’t follow.”

A groan slipped his lips before he wet them. “It’s so hot when you threaten to kill me.”

“Slut,” I said, the word a little too soft even to my own ears. “Get dressed.” When he grabbed a bunch of paper towels to clean up with, I took them and tossed them into the trash. “Just the way you are.”

“You’re fucking bossy,” he huffed.

“Oh, you have no idea, mostricio.” I shoved a cigarette into my mouth before I hit the call button on my phone. “Melony, I need a patch-up at my place. Glass in the hand. Yeah, I left it in there. Hurts like a bitch.” I glared at Harlow, and he didn’t even bother to look sheepish, just shrugged. “I’ll meet you at the penthouse in twenty.”

I draped my jacket over my hand while Harlow cleaned my blood from his face. I was sorely tempted to tell him to leave it. I liked seeing the red decorate his soft skin. Even better that it was mine.

“This,” I said as I held up my hidden hand. “Isn’t over. You still owe me.”

“What?” He scoffed. “How do you figure?”

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