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Not wanting to talk anymore, I fill my mouth with him again, bringing him all the way to the back of my throat and opening more than I had previously. I relax my tongue and swallow him down.

“Wait . . .” he starts as I almost bottom him out. I only have my thumb, index, and middle finger encircling him at the base. Sliding back to the tip, I hold my grip there tightly.

“Please,” he begs. It’s a whimper and, fuck, it turns meon. My left hand slides in between my legs, dipping into my panties, and starting small circles over my clit.

I hum on him as my mouth slides up and down. Easing the pressure off the base, I move my hand with my mouth. As I work him over, my fingers work furiously, and I moan with my mouth full.

“Fuck—

“Please—

“Fuck—”

Harrison moves for the first time since I told him not to. A hand holds on to the tub for dear life and the other comes to the top of my head.

“I’m going to come!” he tells me harshly, and he tries to pull me off him. I’m right there with him. Without letting him remove me, I slide back holding the head of him in my mouth. I messily circle it with my tongue and then suck while jacking him with my hand.

“Fuuuuuck, you fucking witch,” he says as he finally spills into my mouth.

I moan loudly, swallowing a scream with his cum. I finish with him, sliding my fingers into myself to feel the strength of my orgasm. Tiny strong pulses encapsulate my fingers, and shock fills me. That was one of my best oral experiences, and I wasn’t even on the receiving end.

After a breath, I pull away from him and remove my fingers from myself. I quickly dip into the tub, warming and wetting myself before standing.

I kiss Harrison messily and when I stop, I keep my lips against his.

“What a good boy.” A pleased feeling fills me when I see him shudder.

Chapter 25

Harlow

Heath: I saw this coat and thought of you. Did I miss the mark?

Heath: Image attached.

Jaw-dropping beauty. A Hermès black trench coat, slim in all the right areas, a belt that won’t hang loose, and black and gold marbled buttons.

Heath: Without sounding like an ass, if you send me your measurements, I can have it tailored if needed.

Not an ass at all; part of coming from money means I know the value of well-tailored clothing. It’s the difference between wearing a piece and a piece being worn by you. I close out my messages and open the browser, searching the Fall Hermès Collection, but nothing shows up. I search summer and the previous spring, but nothing comes up.

Me: It’s actually gorgeous. I can’t find it on the website?

Heath: Interesting.

Me: Very.

I type “Hermès women’s trench” into my search browser; still nothing.

Me: Not even showing on a general search?

Heath: Strange. Well, no matter.

Me: Big matter.

Heath: So, you like the coat enough to search for it? That’s good news.

I let out a quick huff. There is no point in pretending I don’t like it. I was the one who told him at dinner that I enjoyed the finer things in life due to my upbringing.

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