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I moaned loudly, not concerned with anyone hearing us outside. My mind was scrambled, lost in lust, when I screamed, “Oh yes, Jasper,”

I rode the wave of orgasm after orgasm, while my body vibrated, and I squirmed under his hold.

When he sensed I couldn’t take anymore, he stood wiping his hand down his face, where clear remnants of my need dripped from his chin. I didn’t even have time to clear my head of the fog before he was deep inside me, thrusting forcefully. His movements were hard and rough, but nothing I didn’t enjoy.

He gripped my hips bruisingly. The sting of his fingers digging into me while he held me where he needed me, was a sting I welcomed.

I felt good, I felt sexy, and I felt needed, as he used me most wonderfully.

He pulled me up to a sitting position, bringing me eye to eye with him, as he stared into my eyes watching me as wave after wave of pleasure swept over me.

Without disrupting his rhythm, he slammed his lips against mine, his fingers wrapped around my neck tight, but I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t intimidated, I was excited, and loved every bit of it.

He slammed into me a few more times before he threw his head back and groaned loudly into his release.

Fighting to catch his breath, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. He held me in a tight embrace, while he rested inside of me. I was nearly naked, sitting and dripping on the dining table, but I couldn’t be more content than I was at that very moment.

We stayed in that position for a while, as I listened to his heart rate normalize and his breathing regulate. Once he sensed I was calm he whispered into my hair, “Did I hurt you?” his voice laced with concern, opposite of the husky lustful growls he was speaking through, only moments prior.

“Not at all, I promise,” I answered, sighing into his chest. He pulled me back looking into my eyes seemingly searching for any signs of stress or discomfort. When he didn’t find it, he smiled and kissed me again.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

Chapter 80

JASPER

Iwoke up with the sun shining on my face, feeling blessed beyond measure. I had all night to let go of my past and start living for today. Harper was next to me, still sleeping soundly. Her head tilted to the side. Her dark hair splayed out on the pillow, lips parted slightly. A beautiful sight, more beautiful than words could ever describe.

She breathed in a calm, even rhythm. There wasn’t a hint of concern or fear, and now and then she let out a gentle sigh. If she can move on from all the shit, she was put through then so could I.

She is my peace. She understands me and without her, I wouldn’t have been able to see the good in coming here This weekend. I wouldn’t have seen the good in closing this Chapter of My Life. She helped me to see that the memories I have left of my mother outweighed all the bad. And it was the good ones that kept me level-headed until I could take off and not look back. Those moments shaped who I am.

Harper started to stir awake rolling onto her side and reaching her arm across the mattress, searching for me. When her hand met my chest, she let out a sigh, and with her eyes still closed she yawned,

“Morning baby,” she said nestling her head in the crook of my neck.

“Morning, Doll how did you sleep?”

“Mm great.” She breathed in for a second yawn. I laughed then used my index finger and playfully poked her nose. She swatted at my finger and cracked open one eye to stare me down, it did nothing but look completely fucking adorable.

“Don’t go back to sleep sleepy head, I have things planned for us.” She opened her eyes excitedly and sat up. I have never seen her so excited for anything since I’ve known her. Usually, she rolls her eyes and starts complaining about things costing too much, which leads to me getting my way.

I smirked. “Are you excited?” she nodded and jumped out of bed.

“Where are we going?” she almost shouted. “What should I wear?” she said as she skipped to the closet.

“We aren’t leaving the property so anything, maybe one of those sweaters you packed.” A wide smile crossed her lips, she disappeared into the closet and came out holding a pink wide neck knitted sweater. It wasn’t hard to see what the smile was about when she paired the knitted sweater with black stretch leggings. I love the way her ass looks in leggings and she knew it.

We barely finished breakfast when we started arguing about tidying up the kitchen. I was ready to let the cleaning crew handle it, but she wouldn’t budge until we cleaned up. Once we wiped down the table and stashed the dishes, she was happy with our efforts.

I grabbed her coat from the coat closet and held it out for her as she put her arms in and excitedly zipped it up. Since it was the end of fall there was a cold wind chill. She refused when I insisted that she wear a hat and gloves, calling me a stubborn old brute, reminding me of our eight-year age gap.

As we left the house, I noticed Paul heading our way. He’s one of the guards Luka assigned to the mansion for now. He seemed nice enough, but he was focused on his job.

“Morning Boss, should I pull your car around?”

Boss