Page 63 of On the Double

It was amazing and so damn good. I couldn’t keep my hands off him. I slipped my other hand behind his cock, grabbing his balls. Everything about him was so large. I knew after this, my fantasies would only grow. If things didn’t work out with him, I would be devastated. No other man could live up to him—that much was clear.

“Harper,” he ground out. His fist tightened in my hair right before he exploded on my tongue. I swallowed every drop of him, sad when it was over and he was pulling his length from my mouth. That had ended way too fast.

He yanked me off my knees and kissed me hard, then pulled back. He turned and slammed his fist into the wall. “Fucking hell.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of it. He seemed to like it, but was angry at the same time. “Was it good?”

He turned and scowled at me. “What do you think?”

“Um…I’m not really sure. You seem angry.”

He grabbed me by the arms and hauled me against his body. “If I’mangry, it’s because you’re working your way into my life, you little minx.”

My eyes widened at his words. “Is that all it takes?”

“What?” he asked in confusion.

“Well, if I had known licking you would cause this reaction, I would have done it after the first time I saw you.”

And that was the last thing I said because he threw me over his shoulder and marched up the stairs. My phone laid on the ground at the bottom. I really hoped I hadn’t lost those pictures.

17

EDU

She fucking licked me.

Licked me!

I should be throwing her out on her ass, but instead, I was taking her to bed. One, because I was a true fucking gentleman and I never refused to reciprocate when a woman gave me head. Especially when it was as good as that. And two, because there was no fucking way I could walk away from this insane woman when all I wanted to do was bury myself inside her.

As soon as I was down the hallway to my bedroom, I slammed the door behind me, then tossed her on the bed. I couldn’t go to her right away. I was too wound up, too fucking hard to spread her legs and take her pussy. I’d fucking break her if I did.

But that wasn’t the only problem. My head was fucking with me. It was telling me this was a bad idea, that if I fucked her, I wouldn’t be able to let her go so easily. And my gut was never wrong. Could I really deal with that? Could I fuck her and make it a regular thing without taking it further? There was only one way to find out, and I knew I might end up with blue balls for it.

“Harper—”

“Pookie,” she grinned.

“If this happens, it might happen again.”

“God willing,” she chuckled.

“But you need to remember what I said. I’m not the marrying kind.”

She rolled her eyes at me and stood, stripping off her top. “You already said that.”

“Just…stop!” I said, hoping she would fucking listen to me. But she didn’t. Her shorts came off next. She undid the button and pushed them over her hips, revealing the weirdest fucking underwear I’d ever seen. “Are thoseOklahomaunderwear?”

She shrugged. “It’s my favorite musical.”

“Of course it is,” I muttered. “As I was saying?—”

“I know. You told me. You don’t do relationships and you don’t do marriage.”

“But I need you to understand that my stance on that won’t change. Not for anybody.”

Next came her bra and underwear. Her things were literally scattered around my floor, and it was the first time that had ever happened where it didn’t completely bother me.