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"No," he says, chuckling. "It had everything to do with meeting you. I knew within the first ten minutes of talking to you that I wanted more than just business. I have waited years to find someone who could look at me as if they see past the mask I wear. To finally be able to let myself love and trust again is amazing. I don't ever want to lose that feeling."

"I feel the same way about you…" I reply.

Harrison leans in and kisses me. A kiss that's long and hard, a kiss that leaves both of us panting for breath. He doesn't let go once he starts to pull away, his mouth only parting to catch some air after he finally pulls back far enough that our noses aren't touching anymore. I want to be annoyed, or frustrated, but I can' t. My hands find their way under his shirt again, my body pressed as close to his as possible. We're both breathing hard now. Harrison has one hand buried into my hair while the other is on the small of my back, pulling me closer still. His mouth is hot, and his fingers are cold against my skin. When I move to kiss him again, he holds me tighter against him, stopping me with a light nip on my lower lip. It’s probably meant to be soothing, but it does nothing at all to help with the need to kiss him all over again. I am already flushed from head to toe because of his kisses. It's not helping that he keeps pressing up against me like this. I know I shouldn’t be so horny just yet. There's been plenty of time before today. Plenty of time to think things through and talk them out if necessary. But when he puts an arm around my waist and pulls me flush against him with a deep groan, I don't want to think about any other matters at the moment.

Harrison is kissing me with all the intensity I could ever desire, and every part of my body is practically begging for him to show me more. I should be worried. That much I am sure of. But right now, all I can think of is being touched all over and having Harrison inside me.

I'm so turned on I don't even notice when he moves off me, only realize there's an absence when he breaks the embrace to pick me up. I squirm in surprise for a second before settling down and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Harrison...” I murmur, trailing kisses along the side of his face and down towards his jaw until I reach his lips again. They're soft against mine, just slightly chapped from the weather and a little damp. He sighs and kisses me deeper, letting my tongue slip into his mouth. It feels strange. The feeling of his tongue moving inside of mine makes my insides burn with desire. He doesn't slow down though, instead taking me farther into our room before gently laying me onto the bed.

He sits next to me, still kissing me hungrily, and trails soft kisses down my chest, then further south. He sucks lightly on the skin beneath my navel as he continues to kiss the sensitive underside of my breasts. I moan in response, my hips bucking upwards as I try desperately to get closer to him. He stops for half a second at this point, just looking at me with a look that promises I will regret doing this later. Then, he resumes where he left off on the lower regions of my body, slowly working his way down as he continues to suck and lick and kiss me. When he gets to my thighs, I gasp, arching up into him more urgently as I try to push myself toward him. My own hands are already running underneath his shirt, stroking up his bare stomach, tracing his sides. I can feel every curve of muscle perfectly, the outline of each rib and the hard press of his abs as he shifts underneath me. He pushes forward a little and presses himself into me again, his erection pushing between the two of us in his boxer shorts as he rubs his hips harder against me in time with the motion. He moans against my mouth as I run my hand across the outside of his boxers, tracing a rough line up his thigh and stopping just short of the entrance to his underwear. It's wet, the thin material clinging wetly to his cock, and I can't seem to stop myself from caressing him with the pad of my thumb.

I can't seem to stop myself either as my hand continues to trace patterns up his leg, teasing at the edge of his underwear until he gasps loudly. His hands have found their way into my hair, holding me in place against him while the other hand reaches down between us to cup my ass. He squeezes lightly, sending waves of pleasure racing through my whole body and setting fire to my pussy in the process. It’s almost too much, but I can’t bring myself to pull away. His mouth finally finds mine and we kiss fiercely, tongues intertwining and teeth clashing as we continue to grind together. Finally, my hand slips inside his underwear, finding the head of his cock and rubbing it as roughly as possible.

My hands slide lower, past his boxers and brushing my knuckle across his balls as I squeeze the flesh tightly. As expected, Harrison jerks under my touch, his hips thrusting into my hand in a desperate attempt to increase the friction. His dick twitches in my hand again, the tip getting even harder and the tip of the shaft leaking precum.

I pull my hand back suddenly, sitting up so quickly I end up nearly falling off the bed. I don't care. I need this. Need him. He makes me feel so good, like I can do anything, be anyone, no matter what I have done before. Now I am going to use it.

Harrison scrambles upright beside me, reaching out for me and pulling me back down on top of him. We've started out slow, with me trailing kisses down his neck and shoulders, but Harrison wants more than slow now and pulls me back to him and down, grinding our bodies together and making a noise deep in his throat. I can feel him growing harder in my hand, his breath becoming louder and faster. I know exactly what he wants and how to give him that. So, I lean down and take his cock into my mouth. My mouth closes around his length, sucking as hard as possible, relishing in the feel of his cock slipping in and out of my mouth. It's the most exquisite thing I ever felt. I never want to stop.

Harrison groans again, the sound reverberating through his chest as I start to lap at him with my spit, taking him deeper. He reaches a hand down between our bodies and grabs my ass, holding it steady as I make my way up and down his cock. I bite down on my bottom lip and watch with fascination as his expression becomes one of pure lust as he watches me, and I realize with a smile that we're the same. He likes watching me swallow his big cock. I like watching him come undone in front of me. Maybe we could actually be compatible, if we wanted to. Maybe someday. I want to believe that one day soon it'll happen. Maybe we'd make each other happy.

But right now, reality is a lot better than fantasies and dreams. And that's why we're here, naked in bed together after sex and I'm still wrapped around him, still loving every second of it. I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else but him. If he says the word 'now,' I'll follow wherever he goes. Even if he takes a step away from me, I won't stop coming just to please him. And I won't ever stop needing him. No matter what.

“I love you,” I whisper against his chest, my voice thick with emotion. I don't know if he hears me, but he tightens his grip on my ass and pulls me closer, burying his face in my hair. I can feel his heart beating wildly against my cheek, and I know he is thinking the same thing.

Chapter Eighteen

Harrison

The day is almost done, and I can't wait to get home. Riley should be almost finished with the nursery by now and I am eager to see how it looks.

Mrs. Thatcher walks into my office with a serious look on her face. What did I forget now?

"Yes, Mrs. Thatcher?" I say.

"Mr. Rutherford, Lauren called and said your mother is on her way to see you. She should be here any minute," Mrs. Thatcher informs me and I know I am in trouble.

Two weeks of dodging phone calls and not returning them means she will not be in a good mood. I don’t want to talk to her right now, because I know what she will say. I know that standing up to her is something I have to do. At least, if I want her to respect Riley as the mother of my child. But it is hard. I need to catch the perfect moment for such a conversation, because it can ruin everything. And after all, she is my mother, the only one I have. I don’t want her out of my life.

Anthony had that power over me to make me change. Maybe he’ll do the same to her. I know it’s farfetched, but it’s something I’m hoping could happen. After all, stranger things have happened, right?

"I can’t talk to her right now," I sigh. "Tell her I’m gone for the day."

She nods, completely understanding. Then, she turns and walks out of the office.

"Mrs. Rutherford, how nice to see you," I hear her say respectfully.

"Yes. Yes. I need to speak to my son," my mother replies, sounding dismissive and uninterested. "Where is he?"

"I am sorry, ma'am. He left for a meeting. He will be gone all afternoon. I am not sure he is even coming back to the office today. He told me to finish some paperwork and go home early. I was just about to leave, but I can stay and wait with you if you'd like."

"That won't be necessary. I will talk to him another time. Thank you."

"I will let him know you came by. I was just going to head out. I'll walk with you."

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