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“So, what do you want to do about all of it? Do you want to entertain it? Do you want to give it a shot? Do you want to go home married, and I play as your holiday husband?” I joke, and Harlow stills under my arms.

She pushes up into a sitting position, her pelvis sitting right over mine. Apparently my dick has a mind of its own and stiffens underneath her. It doesn’t go unnoticed, and she swivels her hips slightly, only making me harder.

“You would do that, too, wouldn’t you? You with your golden heart, willing to help a damsel in distress. Get me out of a merger marriage.” She moves to cage me in, gripping the couch behind my head. My hands go to her hips on instinct.

“I don’t know what it is about you, but every time I touch you or get near you, I get kind of crazy. Lying with you gives me comfort. Kissing you gives me inspiration. Sucking your dick gives me power. Orgasms by you give me energy. You’re like a whole-ass good luck charm. I wish I could bring you home with me. I’d lock you up to keep feeling this good.” I won’t show her how much her words both satisfy and sting. I revel in the fact that she wants to be around me but can’t stand how it's not in a companionable sense. Even Cleo gets more love than me.

Love?

I need to push that thought away immediately. I need to stick to what we agreed upon, and based on how she’s acting, I don’t think she wants to cut our contract short.

“Oh yeah? What would I be there for?” I brush my lips against hers, knowing that this is the best way for me to take her mind off whatever is running through it. I’ll process my own feelings later. Right now, this is what we both need.

“You’d be my favorite toy,” she says, her voice holding a dark undertone before she places a quick, light kiss on my lips. When I chase after another, she pulls her head back.

“You’d be my sweet escape.” Another kiss, my grip getting tighter on her hips.

“My sanctuary.” Kiss.

“My muse.” Kiss.

“My—” Before she can finish, my hands release her hips and land on her face, pulling her to me and kissing her harshly, our lips still shut.

“For now,” I start, my lips move against hers. “You. Are. Mine.” I punctuate each word.

I might not know a lot about what she’s going to have to deal with back in Cali. I might not even know how I feel about it. But I do know this; while we have our contract in place . . . she is mine.

Harlow shudders in my grasp, and I don’t make her wait another minute. Our lips twist together like lock and key, opening in sync and moving together as if they were choreographed.

“I am yours.” She drags her tongue along the seam of my lips. “For now.”

And with that, any consideration I had for not taking her completely while she’s here is gone.

I will consume every part of Harlow I get can my hands on.

Chapter 31

Harlow

Iknow Harrison’s intentions were genuine when he brought me over to his place. That’s just his nature. The fact that it led to so much more is proof of how potent the chemistry between us is.

Harrison and I fought for the lead on his couch for ten minutes. Harsh deep kisses. Wandering, rough hands. Clothing pulled forcefully off each other. My nails. Harrison’s teeth. All of it was purely lascivious.

It didn’t last long before Harrison scooped me up into his arms, carried me to his bed, and tossed me onto it. Plush, soft, and large, it is much more comfortable than the bed I have in the bunkhouse, not that I’m complaining.

After all that push and pull, I’m lying here in only my socks, my sweater long gone, my shorts and underwear currently held captive in Harrison’s grasp.

He stands at the foot of the bed, shirt left in the living room, pants hanging so low on his hips I can make out the groomed stubble at his pelvis. His chest rises and falls with heavy, deep breaths as he looks at me with a heated gaze.

I bring my hands to a sock, moving to remove it.

“Stop,” he commands, and I freeze. Looking up at him, I cock a brow in challenge.

I am a little addicted to our fight for power. When Harrison tells me what to do, it feels so good to defy him and push him to the breaking point. When I tell him what to do, I can see how much he enjoys listening.

“Leave them on.” He tosses my clothing aside and kneels on the bed. “Lie back.”

I don’t listen, but I don’t entirely disobey. I just lean back, placing my hands behind me and opening my bent knees. I can imagine the eyeful he’s getting right now.

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