Page 72 of The Attraction

Closing my eyes with my head settled there, I hear his soft voice. “Sleep, beautiful, you will always be the center of my attention.”

Wait, did I say all that out loud?

But I don’t have time to ask as the darkness takes over, and I’m out cold.

FORREST

I feel Harper start moving next to me, and I’m surprised she is awake so early. I wait to see if she settles back into her sleep, but her eyes flutter open.

“Happy fortieth birthday, my goddess,” I whisper, lifting her chin and kissing her on the lips.

“Best birthday present ever, you got my name right.” She smiles and starts to stretch out, which just makes my cock even harder than it has been all night sleeping next to her dressed in just her lingerie. My hands roam over the black lace bodysuit she has on. With her black hair falling over her shoulders and down towards her breasts and the black lace, she looks every part a true goddess.

“How do you feel?” I ask, kissing her on the forehead while I assess her.

“Like I’m forty.” She groans, but then before I can say anything, she rolls to the side and pushes me onto my back on the bed. She is up and straddling my naked body.

“Forty and flirty.” My hands lock on to her hips, holding her still because if she moves on top of my cock right now, I’m not sure I can hold back from coming on the spot.

“Wait, why am I dressed, and you aren’t? Well, half-dressed, I guess you can call it.”

“Because you fell asleep,” I reply.

“But you’re naked and you took my dress off, so why not this as well?” She runs her hands down the lace, and I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from exploding.

“Sleeping in anything with this...” I push my hips up off the bed as she gasps at my cock rubbing up against her pussy, “was too much torture. And I wanted you awake when I finally got to rip you out of it.” She knows exactly what she is doing now, trying to wriggle around on top of me. “It might be your birthday, but I wanted to unwrap my surprise present, watching you writhing as I did it. Not my style to try anything when you are in an alcohol coma.”

“Such a gentleman.” She leans forward, bringing her face so close I can feel her breathing.

“Oh, you know I’m no gentleman in the bedroom when it comes to you. Get on your back, birthday girl, because I’m about strip you bare and give you the first of many presents you will be receiving today.” My hands slip around to her ass and squeeze each cheek.

I listen to her squeal as I roll her over and tickle her as I do it. Rising up onto my knees above her, I take one of the shoulder straps and rip it apart with my hands.

“You know, I have a thing for lace,” I whisper in her ear as I rip the strip on the other side off. The hitch in her breathing lets me know she is enjoying this. Taking the lace in my teeth, I start pulling it down the front of her body.

“Happy birthday to me,” she moans, and I know this is a birthday she will never forget.

Mission accomplished.

Or so I thought.

ChapterSixteen

FORREST

It might be Harper’s birthday, but I feel like I just got the present. Sex with her is off the charts anyway, but this morning, the way she responded to my touch had me almost exploding before she did. I want every morning going forward to be like that.

After a perfect way to wake up, Harper and I showered before heading down to breakfast.

There are a few sore heads around the table, but surprisingly, Harper isn’t one of them.

“I hate how you can drink until you pass out, and then you bounce back in the morning like it’s a normal day.” Felisha is sitting at the table on the balcony wearing sunglasses and drinking a strong coffee, which is not her usual morning beverage. But a cup of tea just wasn’t going to cut it for her this morning.

“We have been friends since we were seven years old, and you know this about me. I’m a morning person.” Lifting her own coffee in the air, Harper smiles at Felisha as she groans.

“I beg to differ. I’ve seen a few mornings where there is not a smile to be seen,” I say, putting my hand on Harper’s shoulder and pulling her closer so I can kiss her on the cheek.

“I didn’t say I was a happy morning person, just that I get up early and can function perfectly, even if I have had a big one the night before,” Harper proudly responds. “Plus, I’m usually not smiling because I have to deal with you first thing in the morning, all sweaty and smelly in the gym,” she adds, pretending that she doesn’t love to watch me work out.

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