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“Harbor,” I rasped, my voice gravelly. My fingers twitched on my thighs before I fisted my jeans, groaning low in my throat.

A coy smile was on her lips as she unraveled the towel, baring her beautiful, curvy body to my hungry eyes. She was perfect. Full breasts that would spill over my palms. A small dip in her waist that flared out to wider hips and a plump ass. Her thighs were thick, pressing together. And that belly—fuck, I wanted to just rest my head there. I loved a soft woman.

“Fuck, Har,” I groaned.

She laid her body out on the couch and turned her head to the side, her arms flat by her side. Her juicy ass was just there—right in my fucking face. My fingers twitched with the urge to grip those pretty globes.

“If you do good on this massage, I might just ask you to stay the night,” she teased, her voice husky.

I settled on top of her thighs and leaned over her, the cold leather of my cut brushing her heated skin, making her shiver. I licked the shell of her ear, and she moaned, squeezing her luscious thighs together.

“Baby, I’m going to make this massage so fucking good, you’ll be tying me to your bed and never letting me leave,” I promised.

A small moan crawled up her throat.

4

Elliot

My dick was so stiff in my jeans, I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Harbor could feel it against the back of her thighs. There was no damn way I could hide it. But even though it was raging to be inside of her, I couldn’t get enough of touching her. Running my hands over her soft skin. Watching it shape to my fingers as I massaged her body.

Her body was so soft and warm beneath mine, and she smelled so fucking good. I just wanted to burrow myself beneath her skin so I never had to be without her scent ever again. Did it make me a bit crazy? Yeah, but I never claimed to be a hundred percent sane.

Harbor turned her head and opened her pretty, dark eyes to look up at me. Would those eyes ever not steal the breath right from my lungs? Would the sight of her beautiful face ever not make my heart skip a beat in my chest?

“Take me to bed, Elliot,” she rasped, her voice thick with lust and relaxation. My dick jerked in my jeans at her sultry voice and the promise in her words.

She sure as fuck did not have to tell me twice.

I climbed off her naked body, and as soon as she rolled over onto her back, I swept her curvy body up into my arms, carrying her in the direction of her bedroom. She peppered kisses along my neck and jaw, making me groan. Her fingers slid over my shirt and under my cut, making me shiver. My dick was so thick and hard in my jeans that it hurt, the zipper of my jeans biting into the tender flesh.

Her bedroom was done in dark colors—everything a dark brown with black curtains, pillowcases, and a bedspread. A black lamp was lit on her dresser, casting a soft, yellow light across the room. It was warm and comforting. I could imagine curling up in this bed after a long, hot day at work with this woman in my arms.

I gently laid Harbor on the bed, and she smiled up at me before she pushed herself to sit up on her elbows. I licked my lips at the way her belly rolled. Fuck, I had no idea why that turned me on so much, but it did. It was definitely some weird kink I had, but shit, I was all for it.

“Goddamn, baby,” I growled as I shrugged my cut off. I draped it over the end of her bed before tugging my shirt over my head, letting it drop to the floor. She moaned at the sight of my upper body, her dark eyes hungrily taking in every inch of my chest. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I told her.

“Hurry up and get naked,” she pleaded as she sat up completely. My breath shuddered in my lungs for a moment when she ran her fingers through the hair on my flat stomach before slowly moving her soft hands up through the springy, dark curls on my chest.

I unfastened my belt with shaking hands before unsnapping my jeans, tugging my pants down. I managed to toe out of my boots, and reluctantly, I leaned down and tugged my socks off. But I still didn’t take my eyes off her.

“Yessss,” Harbor hissed once I was completely naked and standing upright in front of her again. Her fingers lightly ran over my shaft, and I trembled. A groan ripped from deep in my chest when she wrapped her slender fingers around me and gently tugged me forward by my cock. Fuck, she knew what the hell she was doing when she touched me. “I had plenty of foreplay during my massage,” she told me as she scooted back on the mattress, rumpling her comforter. “Now, I just need you to fuck me.”

“I need a condom,” I muttered. “I didn’t come here with the plan to fuck you, Har.”

She leaned up and kissed me, her tongue flicking over the seam before I parted my lips for her, letting her lick into my mouth. I groaned, loving the way she so easily took control. I wasn’t the kind of man who always needed to be in charge. Letting a woman tell me what to do in the bedroom worked just fine for me. I preferred it.

“I’m on the pill,” she breathed.

I prayed like hell she wasn’t lying to me because I couldn’t turn back now. Not with her body heat melding with mine, beckoning to me. That sweet scent of hers mixed with the smell of the massage oil and lotion clouded my thoughts, making it difficult to think of anything else. I needed to be inside of her, and I was desperate enough to have her to go in raw.

She spread her thick thighs for me, and my lips parted at the sight of her pretty, pink pussy. She was bald, and her pussy lips glistened with her arousal. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to taste her, but that would have to happen some other time because she was getting impatient.

I gripped my cock, angling it with her slit. She sighed, her body relaxing into the mattress as I eased inside of her. I groaned at the silky feel of her, my hand clenching into a fist beside her head.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Oh, fuck, Elliot,” she whimpered as I slid deeper. “Fuck. Fuck.”

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