Page 16 of Harper's Unexpected First Time

I can’t stop staring at his chest. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m afraid to make eye contact or because he’s just so damn sexy. He looks like he was sculpted from marble. And then my eyes drift lower, to the thin trail of hair that disappears beneath his waistband. I’m suddenly very conscious of the fact that I’m not wearing any panties (or a bra, for that matter). I can’t hide my arousal. My pussy is so wet that it’s starting to drip down my leg, and my nipples have formed into stiff peaks that poke through the shirt.

“Shit,” he groans. “Please don’t hate me. I had no idea. I just assumed…”

“You thought I was a slut,” I finish for him. “Sleeping with a different guy every week.”

“Let’s just say I thought you were experienced. All those guys the tabloids have shown you with. The pictures…”

“You of all people should know not to trust the tabloids.”

“Touché. I just can’t believe that a girl as gorgeous as you was still a virgin at 18.” He pauses. “Shit. You are legal, right?”

“Yes, James. You have nothing to worry about.” I’m trying to play it cool, not let him know how strongly I feel about him. I mean, I already had a pretty major crush on him. And that was before he fucked me. I never thought my first time would be so mind–blowing, and I’m positive it wouldn’t have been that way with any other man.

But I’m no fool. I know James is a permanent bachelor with no interest in settling down or even dating long–term. He goes through women like most people go through water. I don’t want to seem desperate or clingy. I got my first time over with—finally—and now I can move on. I will not let myself get attached to him.

“For the record,” he says. “I’m not sorry. I’ve wanted to do that ever since I saw those pictures of you in a bikini in Bali. And every time the paps catch you out with some new asshole, I want to murder him.”

There’s a flutter in my stomach and my heart is racing. I guess I wasn’t imagining all that sexual tension between us these past few weeks of filming. “But why do it on set?” I ask. “Where everyone could see?”

James grabs the bottle of whiskey from his shelf and takes a big gulp before sitting down on the couch and running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t exactly think it through.I just knew that I couldn’t wait. You were going to make me come one way or another, and I couldn’t resist that sweet pussy of yours. Besides, I thought you wanted it. You practically begged me to fuck you.”

I smile. “I was acting. That was what the scene called for. Half of what I said was in the script.” I plop down next to him on the couch, letting the shirt open slightly to reveal my breasts to him. They’re not totally out in the open, just a hint of them, my nipples barely peeking out. “If I had known then that you planned to fuck me for real, I probably would have cranked the dialogue up a notch.”

He gives me a look, but I’m not sure how to read it. I kind of get the feeling he wants to fuck me again. Like, right now. Heishard again. Really hard. I can see his erection poking straight up through his pants, he’s not even trying to hide it.

“That blowjob was not acting,” he says. “You needed a good hard fuck. I know I did.” He pauses. “Anyway, I wouldn’t have done it if I knew you were a virgin.”

“Bullshit,” I say, grinning. “You could have stopped once you found out, but you didn’t.”

“Okay, you’re right. Nothing could have stopped me by that point. You already had my dick all wet, and once I got my fingers in your pussy, realized how tight you were, how hot and ready, I couldn’t help myself. I had to have you.”

He passes me the bottle of whiskey and I take a small sip, letting it burn my throat before warming me up from the inside.

“I realize we’re doing things slightly out of order,” James says, putting his hand on my leg. His touch is electric, sends a pulse of excitement through my body and raises my internal temperature by several degrees. My skin is so flushed that it feels like it’s burning. “But can I buy you dinner tomorrow night? I want to take you out on a proper date.”

“Is James Grant asking me out?” I try to be flirtatious and hold his gaze, but the way he’s looking at me makes that difficult. I get the feeling he wants to rip my clothes off, and considering all I’m wearing is this open shirt, that wouldn’t be hard to do. He just has to push it over my shoulders and let it fall off…

But I can’t encourage him, even though that’s exactly what I want him to do. If I seem too easy, he’ll lose interest in me. I have to play hard to get.

“I was under the impression you didn’t date,” I say. “That you never hook up with the same woman twice.”

“Normally you’d be right. But I’m willing to make an exception for you, Harper. What do you say? Let’s give this another shot.”

“I don’t know…” My enormous grin gives me away. “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, James. What we just did…that was only acting. I’m really not that into you.”

“Hmm. Is that so?” He rubs his thumb over my lower lip and then leans in to kiss me. “Last I checked, you couldn’t fake squirting. Not like that anyway.”

“Damn. Is that what gave me away?”

“I’m afraid so. But the good news is that I was, in fact, acting. Mostly.”

“That’s good news?” I raise an eyebrow.

“For you it is. I had to hold back for the cameras.”

“Oh yeah? What would you have done if we were alone?” It takes all of my willpower to resist the urge to strip off his pants and climb on top of him right now.

“For starters, I wouldn’t have let you hide under that sheet.” His hand moves up my thigh and stops just short of where I really want it. “But more importantly, I would have been a lot less gentle. I wanted to fuck you at least twice as hard as I did.”

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