Page 61 of My Totally Unfair Deal

Harrison’s fingers slide into my hair as he slides into me from behind, pulling me back so he can whisper directly into my ear.

“Were you really going to fuck another man while you’re living with me?”

“No… I…” I can barely form words. I’ve never known sex could feel like this—this deep, this intimate. All I want is for him to keep owning my body between the sheets, over and over, for the rest of my life. “I like you… a lot.”

He lets out a low laugh and presses a slow kiss against the side of my neck. “I like you a lot, too.”

He thrusts into me again, harder this time, and I fall apart all over again.

The rest of the night passes in waves of sex—slow, possessive sex on his bed… fast, breathless sex against the walls… and then nothing at all as I finally pass out in his arms.

THIRTY

HARRISON

Iwake up to the lingering scent of Eliza on my skin and the sheets still warm from where her body had tangled with mine all night.

But the bed beside me is empty.

Still half-hard from the memory of her, I reach out instinctively—only to meet cool linen and silence.

Frowning, I check her room. The shower. The living room. Every space on her side of the penthouse.

She’s not here.

Where are you right now?

Eliza

Just out.

At four a.m.?

Eliza

Yes.

Can you turn your location on, so I can know where ‘out’ is?

Eliza

No.

I call her. She answers on the first ring.

“I’m fine, Harrison.”

But her voice betrays her—fragile, laced with a quiet sniffle.

“I’m totally fine. I promise.”

“Just tell me where you are so I can make sure… You should’ve said something before leaving.”

“I’ll be home in a few hours. After I finish thinking.”

The line goes dead.

I call back. Straight to voicemail.

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