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I don’t wait to see his reaction because I close my eyes and press my lips firmly against his. He stiffens at first, but then relaxes as he kisses me back.

Now, I’ve been kissed plenty. By girlfriends, hookups, and even random fans. But none of them compare to kissing Harrison Price. His tongue slips past my lips and embraces mine greedily. I can still taste the champagne on him, and it does things to me that I’ve never experienced before. My stomach clenches, my fingers twitch, and my toes curl in my shoes.

When Harrison’s hands reach up to grip my biceps, I groan. The sound of a car screeching and colliding with another mixes with the band inside now playing something magical. I think it’s “Birds of a Feather,” but I’m too lost in Harrison to pay attention.

I tentatively place my hands on Harrison’s waist. This is still so new to me; I’ve never touched a guy romantically. Does Harrison like it? Should I move them elsewhere?

I feel like I’m in middle school again, completely unsure of what to do. But then Harrison takes my hands and moves them to his ass. He pulls his tongue out of my mouth to murmur, “Squeeze, Hollingsworth.” And then his tongue is back where it belongs.

I never need to be told twice to squeeze. My fingers dig into the bubbly flesh beneath his dress pants, and I’m instantly hard as a motherfucking rock. I swallow Harrison’s ecstatic groan, continuing to squeeze for what must be hours.

When we finally break apart, the moon is higher in the sky. Both of us are breathless, our lips swollen, eyes glassy.

“That was…”

Harrison presses a finger to my lips. “Don’t say it.”

I smirk. “Epic.”

He groans, rolling his eyes.

“You don’t agree?”

“Oh, I agree.”

I attempt to kiss him some more, but he stops me with a handon my chest. I track his eyes as he glances at where his hand has ended up—right over my heart. It’s running at hyper-speed, with no sign of slowing down.

“I have a room about ten floors up. Want to see it?” He presses his groin against mine.

My eyes roll back. “Fuck, Harrison. What are you doing to me?”

“This is nothing, Hollingsworth. Come with me, and I’ll show you what I can really do to you.”

He holds out his hand, waiting, letting me decide if this is something I want.

But I don’t need to think about it. I’m ready. So fucking ready.

Chapter 19

You Beg so Prettily

Daniel

If tuxedos arethe devil’s pajamas, then the elevator is the devil’s lair.

Harrison presses the button for his floor. Once the doors slide shut, he wastes no time wrapping his arms around my neck and kissing me again.

“Just think,” he murmurs when we pull apart for some air. “In a few short minutes, we can both be completely naked.”

My whole body thrums with anticipation. “Canbe?”

He traces a finger down my chest, stopping right above my cummerbund. “Well, what if we leave our dress socks on?”

Harrison stares at me, his eyes smoldering, and I gulp. I’ve never fooled around with my socks on before, but gosh, if it doesn’t sound hot as sin.

“I’d be amenable to that,” I croak out.

“Good. Now, tell me what you want me to do to you, Hollingsworth.”

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