Page 76 of Singled Out
My boss was too busy examining the apartment like only a father could. He inspected the locks on the windows, then eyed the kitchen appliances. I tried to act as if I wasn’t battling a hard-on in my jeans and went down the stairs for more of my sister’s boxes.
While I finished emptying my SUV and Dakota unpacked boxes in her room, Levi helped Harper and her dad unload Bob’s truck. As much as I wanted to be the one to assist, it was better this way. I was having a hard time acting unbothered.
The truth was, I was bothered as fuck just by being in the same apartment as Harper.
By the time we had all three vehicles empty, it was after noon.
“That’s all of Harper’s stuff,” Bob said as my sister, brother, and I congregated in the as-yet-unfurnished living room. Harper was in her room, assembling a bookshelf. “Did I hear you had a couch somewhere?” he asked.
“I’ve got the living room pieces at my mom’s,” Dakota said. “We’ll need Levi’s truck.”
“Is that a two-person job or three?” Bob asked.
“Levi and I can get it, can’t we?” Dakota asked our brother.
“Piece of cake,” Levi replied.
“Tell you what,” Bob said. “You two go get that last load. Max, you can help Harper assemble those shelves. I’ll order pizzas from Humble’s and bring them back for all of us.”
I eyed him to gauge whether this plan was another veiled attempt to leave me alone with his daughter, but he avoided looking at me as my siblings voiced hearty approval of his offer.
Within three minutes, the others left Harper and me alone in her apartment.
I knew my boss was matchmaking, and that was fine. I could be alone with his daughter and not act like a sex-starved animal in mating season, no problem.
To prove it, I went into her bedroom to see if I could help with the shelves.
Harper stood, eyeing the living room. “Did everyone leave?”
“They’re all gone.” I kept it to myself that her dad had done that on purpose.
She closed her bedroom door, and before I could blink, she threw her arms around me, pressed her body into me, wrapped a leg around mine, and kissed me hard.
I filled my palms with her ass, drawing her closer as I turned and pressed her into the closed door.
With a gasp, she broke off the kiss. “How fast do you think you can make me come?”
That was all it took for all my blood to pound to my dick. “How fast can you get your panties off?”
She shoved her shorts and underwear to her ankles and stepped free in less than two seconds. Next thing I knew, she had my fly unzipped and was reaching into my boxer briefs, freeing my steel-hard cock.
“Fuck, Harper.”
“That’s the plan,” she purred.
With a hungry growl, I lifted her up, pinning her bare lower half between me and the door. Her legs circled me, centering her core right where I needed it. I pressed my dick into her even though my jeans still constricted me. The little bit of skin-to-skin contact above my boxer briefs was a taste of hot, damp heaven, but I needed more.
Spreading one of my hands across her gorgeous ass to support her, I shoved my other hand down my side to get rid of my pants.
“Fuck,” I gritted out again, stopping before I freed myself. “I don’t have a condom.”
Harper let out a shaky, needful breath. “I’m on birth control,” she said in a rush. “And clean. I’ve always used a condom.”
“I’m clean too,” I said.
She slid her fingers into my pants, dragging them down to my thighs. I didn’t even bother to take them off farther, because before I could make sure she was okay with this, she raised herself enough to slide down on my dick.
“Not gonna last long,” I managed through a clenched jaw.