Page 62 of Single Dad's Fake Bride
I reached for him, pulling him up. He rose easily, and I caught the edge of his shirt in my fists, tugging him down for a kiss. I could taste myself on his lips, feel how badly he was shaking.
He leaned his forehead to mine. “Jesus, Sadie.”
I reached for his belt again, but he beat me to it this time—his fingers working fast, the metal buckle clinking as he yanked it loose. He shoved his pants and briefs down just enough to free himself, then stepped between my legs, breath shaking.
“God, I need you.”
He dragged me closer to the edge of the desk. One hand fumbled in his wallet, tore open a condom. He rolled it on without slowing down, eyes locked on mine the whole time.
Then he grabbed my hips and pushed inside in one steady, desperate thrust.
We both groaned.
The stretch knocked the air from my lungs. My hands found his shoulders, gripping hard as he bottomed out.
“You okay?” he panted, voice rough in my ear.
I nodded, already rocking my hips up to meet him. “Don’t stop.”
His rhythm deepened, hips driving into mine with sharp, purposeful thrusts that left no room to think. The desk creaked beneath us. His grip on my hips tightened, pulling me closer with every stroke. I held onto his shoulders, gasping each time he hit the spot that made everything tighten low in my belly.
“You feel unbelievable,” he managed, breath ragged. “I’m trying to hold on?—”
“Don’t.” My voice was barely a whisper. “Just come with me.”
His mouth found mine again, messy and desperate, as his pace turned uneven. I felt the shift in his body, the way his control slipped, rhythm stuttering as he pressed in harder.
I came fast—everything inside me pulling tight as I clenched around him, breath catching on a sound I couldn’t hold in. He groaned low against my mouth and followed, hips pressed flush to mine as he spilled into the condom, one hand fisted in my skirt, the other cradling the back of my neck.
Neither of us moved.
His chest heaved against mine. The air between us was thick and unsteady. His forehead dropped to my shoulder. I let my eyes close, my hands still tangled in his shirt, my body still shaking from how hard it hit.
“I didn’t mean for that to happen,” he said quietly, voice rough in my ear.
I smiled against his shoulder and breathed him in, relishing the pleasure of having come undone right here in his office. What a mess we were making of this situation entirely, but it felt amazing. Whether we could go back to keeping this professional or whether it got messy was left to be determined, but this man was unraveling me one thread at a time.
"I know," I whispered as he pulled out. He lingered near for a second, kissed my cheek, then backed away and pulled his pants up.
I sat on the edge of his desk, trying to catch my breath, trying to process what had just happened. Harrison stood facing the window, his shirt half-buttoned, his hair disheveled. My panties were still on the floor and my heart was still pounding.
Finally, he turned around, running a hand through his hair. "Come to dinner tonight," he said, his voice still rough around the edges. "We can go over the license application Theodore is preparing."
I nodded, sliding down from the desk on unsteady legs. "What time?" I smoothed my skirt and picked up my panties—to be put on in the ladies’ room shortly.
"Seven." He was buttoning his shirt now, transforming back into the composed Harrison Vale everyone else knew. "We need to make sure we have all the details straight before we file the paperwork."
"Right." I gathered my scattered hair into my hands, trying to twist it back into some order. "The details."
He watched me struggle with my hair for a moment, then stepped closer. "Here." His fingers were gentle as he helped smooth the dark waves back, and I found myself leaning into his touch despite everything.
"Eloise will be excited to see you," he said softly.
The mention of his daughter sent a sharp pang through my chest. What were we doing? What would happen to her when this arrangement inevitably fell apart? Because it would. We'd end up having sex a few more times and realize that because of his age and financial status, my inexperience and debt, we were incompatible. It almost made me want to run screaming now, just to save everyone the heartache, but I didn't know how to. Not when we both needed this to work so badly.
"Harrison," I started, but he was already looking at me with those careful, shuttered eyes.
"I know," he said quietly. "We'll figure it out."
