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After making quick work of sheathing himself, he hauled her into his arms again and backed her to a nearby wall.

“I didn’t know you could move that fast,” she said, breathing hard as if she’d just sprinted a mile. And before Nyla could form her next thought, Harrison drove into her in one smooth move, and she cried out in pleasure as her inner muscles adjusted to his thick shaft.

Harrison’s fingers dug into the back of her thighs while he drove into her like a man possessed, and Nyla held on for the ride.

Just seeing him walk through the door had her wet with need. It wouldn’t take long for her to reach her release, especially with how good he felt buried deep inside of her. She was already teetering on the edge.

“Ba—baby,” Harrison ground out as his thrusts grew more frantic. “Come for me. I need you to… Ahhh sh…”

Nyla lost it. She cried out as her body tightened around him, and her release hurtled through her hard and powerful. Harrison was right behind her, holding her closer as his growl shattered the quietness in the room. Then he nailed her to the wall with his hard body.

“Oh, my goodness,” Nyla wheezed, her nails still digging into his shoulders, while she felt as if she’d just ridden a roller coaster.

“Damn, baby,” Harrison heaved, his breath warm against her neck. “Feel free to…to greet me like that all the time. What the hell did that reporter ask you to get you all hot and ready for me?”

Nyla snorted a laugh. “It—it had nothing to do… with him,” she said, still panting. “It was all you, babe. You and your sexy Knight Rider gear.”

“Noted,” he said, then eventually lowered her body until her feet touched the floor. “We’re doing this again, but slower when I take you home. Right now, though, we need to hurry and get cleaned up.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

“That washot,” Nyla said a short while later, her body still humming with pleasure. They were back in her office, refreshed and dressed just in time to get the party started.

“I agree. That was incredible, and so are you. You look hella good, by the way,” Harrison said, his heated gaze eating her up. “I’m digging the outfit. Is that what you’re performing in tonight?” he asked, moving to sit on the edge of the desk. Nyla glanced down at her clothes.

Like him, she was wearing all black. That included a long-sleeve T-shirt, baggy cargo pants that hung low on her hips, and even combat boots that Harrison had bought for her a couple of weeks ago. Even her fingernails were black. Her jewelry, a bulky chain-link necklace and a long chain-link belt around her waist, were thick and bold.

“Yeah, since we’ll be on stage together, I figured I’d try to blend in with the Black Knight’s attire.”

Harrison nodded, smiling approvingly at her. “You look sexy. I’m looking forward to performing with you tonight. I was thinking maybe we can start with John Legend’s ‘Ordinary People’ before we roll into Pharell’s ‘Happy.’”

“Sounds good. Maybe you can play your bass for those and then switch to your sax for Marvin Gaye’s ‘What’s Going on.’ I’d like that one to be all instrumental if you’re okay with that.”

“Works for me.”

It had been his idea for them to perform together on stage, and Nyla agreed. From the moment they started dating, they’d been spending a lot of time in his music room. Her favorite room in his house. She had never dated a musician before, and she was glad Harrison was her first. They literally made beautiful music together.

He would be the main entertainer for the night, and then a DJ would take over.

“Hey you guys,” Jamie said from the opened office door. “I hope you’re ready to get this night started. The caterers are all set up, and your parents just arrived. Your mom wants to know if you need help with anything. Do you want me to send them back, or are you coming out here?” he asked Nyla.

“No, tell her she’s a guest tonight, and I’ll be right out.”

“Will do. See you guys out there.”

“Are you ready for tonight?” she asked Harrison.

“I should be asking you that. Your family and friends will be here, and you’ll be playing hostess all night. Can you handle it?”

When he stood, she looped her arm through his, and they headed for the door. “As long as you’re nearby, I can handle anything. Let’s do this.”

Hours later, Harrison pulled Nyla to the dance floor just as the DJ played Roxette’s, “It Must’ve Been Love.”

“I’ve been wanting to dance with the prettiest woman in the club all night,” he said, holding her snug against his hard body as they began to sway to the music. “You doing okay?”

“I’m great, Mr. Sweet-talker.” She smiled up at him, then squeaked when he spun her before pulling her back into hisarms. Laughing, she touched her lips to his. “I love dancing with you.”

She still remembered the first time they danced together. It was the first night at her apartment, and they were in her small kitchen unpacking pots and pans that she’d had in storage. Music was playing, as usual, and Eric Benét’s “Spend Your Life With Me” poured through the speaker. After their dance, Harrison insisted that was their song.

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