Page 73 of True North

On a shaky breath, I do as I’m told, letting my eyes flutter shut.

The table creaks as he leans in again. Something cool swipes over my nipple a second later. The earthy tang of chocolate floods my senses.

Hedidn’t.

I crack an eye open.

“Closed, Louisa,” he growls.

The same cool, silky sensation covers my other nipple. It dots in places over my belly and lower still on my hips.

He hovers above me, and I’m tempted to open my eyes again. The rich icing tingles against my skin where he swiped it. I wriggle on the table, desperate, needy. My core aches, my clit is consuming me, reducing me to one point.

“Harry,” I whisper. The word is wobbly, weak, and strung out.

“Patience.”

The table creaks again as he leans over me, to the cake, I assume. His shadow above me disappears, and a rough hand grips my hips. I can’t help but roll them under his touch.

A low growl echoes through my apartment.

A thud tells me he is on his knees.

“Come on, let me open my eyes. Please...”

“The only thing you’re opening for me right now are these pretty thighs.”

He pushes my legs wider. His hot breath hits my center, and I lose a whimper.

“Har—”

The cool icing hits my clit and sweeps through my folds.

Oh. My. God.

“Jesus Christ,” Harry drawls. His raspy words falter as if sticking in his throat. “I’ll be back for dessert later.”

The table wobbles a little as he rises to stand. A hard bite closes around my nipple, and I snap up from the table, unable to stifle the cry rattling up my throat. Harry’s hardness presses into my thigh as he sucks and licks the icing from one nipple.

“Heavens abo?—”

“Keep ’em closed until I tell you otherwise.”

He bites down before licking the nipple, soothing it. I rock my hips into him. My entire body is on fire. My heart hammers, sending the echo to my head.

Harry moves to the next nipple. “So fuckin’ delicious, Louisa May.”

Lord knows if he’s talkin’ about the cake or me.

Knowing this man, both.

My nerves flare. My body wants this. My heart and mind are borderline undecided.

Still.

I can’t escape the insane chemistry between us, yet I can’t fully give in to it either.

“Dessert time,” he murmurs.

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