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A smile curves her lips as she rises higher on her knees. Once her breasts align with my face, she pushes a thumb against my lips.

“Open.” Another quiet yet strong command.

I do immediately, and she drags that digit across my bottom lip. I want to bite it, but I quell the urge. She pushes deeper into my mouth, forcing it open, and my eyes widen. I don’t know what she has in mind, and just as I’m about to ask, she pulls her hand free and pushes her shirt-clad breast into my mouth. I’m greedy for her, opening my mouth wide to take in as much flesh as I can. Her hands push through my dry hair, making it damp. She pushes me further into her chest, and when I pull back, I grab her pebbled nipple in between my teeth. A gasp leaves her, and I know it’s in approval. I move eagerly to the other breast, sucking and biting through the thin barrier.

With two handfuls of my hair, she pulls my head back and drops back down onto my lap. Her mouth takes mine in a fierce, hungry kiss. I try to take some control, but she’s too much. I submit my mouth to her and feel her slide up and down my length. My hands stay clenched at my sides, andI’m shaking with anticipation to just touch her. Our tongues tangle, and I push against her, trying to gain even an ounce of leverage.

I feel the smile on her lips.

“Touch me.”

Before I can think, my hands grab her hips. I squeeze them before sliding my hands up to explore the undersides of her breasts. We kiss roughly—tongue, teeth, and my stubbled jaw rubbing harshly against her face. I’ve never kissed someone so wildly before.

I hear her moan as I pull her bottom lip in between my teeth while pinching her nipple and grinding her hips down onto me. Her thighs squeeze my sides, and I know I can’t take much more. I’m going to come in my hot tub like a true kid.

“Fuck, I need to taste you. Get off me and let me take you inside. I’ll make a meal of you on my table.” She shivers at my words. I’m desperate to get between her legs again. I want to feel the shake in her thighs as they squeeze my head like a vise and the small desperate pulses of her pussy on the tip of my tongue.

She pulls back, getting off my lap and standing, a strong, defiant look on her face.

Sea witch.

Chapter 24

Harrison

Sea witch.

She has me truly charmed. In the past women have stood before me naked, in lingerie, or wearing one of my shirts. None of them hold a candle to Harlow right now.

She stands before me, the red lights giving her a dark, sinister hue. Her hair is still tossed up in that messy bun, but a few tendrils have fallen and cling to her wet body. My shirt is completely transparent and illuminated by the lights. It highlights her collarbones, which I didn’t realize could be sexy. It brings attention to her small, tight chest, nipples at attention, begging to be in my mouth again. I wait on bated breath for something to leave her mouth.

Approval.

Rejection.

Anything.

The look on her face leads me to believe she doesn’t want me telling her what to do right now. She wants to be in charge, and I am to submit to her.

“Stand up,” she commands.

I let out a heavy sigh before complying.

Her cold, wet, and delicate hand splays in the middle of my chest.

“Now, sit on the edge.” Her chin jerks to the edge behind me. Without a thought, I listen. Once I’m seated on the edge, Harlow kneels on the bench in front of me, tilting her chin up in this swan-like way. Without realizing it, my hands move toward her, but she catches my wrists before I can reach her. I’m surprised, her grip is surprisingly strong.

“Don’t move,” she says before releasing my wrists, and I nod.

Holy fuck, this woman is something else.

“Yes ma’am,” I half-joke, but she cocks that brow

“Don’t like that. Try again.”

Try again? She wants me to call her something? Mistress? Madam? I don’t know. Babe? Nothing seems right. Except for the one name I keep calling her.

“Yes, witch.” I don’t miss her smile this time. It’s quick but unmistakable.

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