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“That’s right,” he croons. “You take my cock so fucking good, baby. You’re so fucking wet.” He gathers some of that wetness on his fingers and rubs it against my clit. His hold on my hair isdownright punishing when I can’t hold myself up anymore, but he doesn’t let up. “I need you to come,” he growls. “Because I’m fucking close and you’re going to come again first. Do you hear me?”
I whimper in response.
“Words, Harlow.”
“Yes,” I gasp in response.
“Yes, what?” He pushes and I whimper again.
“I hear you.”
“That’s a good girl.”
It’s only another minute, maybe two at the most, when I shatter around him with a scream. It’s so loud he slams his palm against my mouth to stifle the sound.
Groaning, I feel him pulse inside me as he comes.
“Your pussy is squeezing me so tight,” he whispers in my ear. “Fuck.”
He lets go of my hair and I collapse in a boneless heap onto the mattress. His body bows over mine until he pulls out. I whimper at the loss of him. I hear him stirring in the room, but I can’t move. When he returns to the bed, he lifts me easily in his arms and yanks the covers back before depositing me inside and following him. I lay spraddled across his bare chest, and he chuckles, gently stroking his fingers through my hair.
“I’d say you’ve been thoroughly fucked.” Amusement colors his tone.
I make a noise of agreement.
“I’ll let you sleep for now,” he says.
“Mhm,” I hum.
His body shakes with laughter beneath my ear, and he bends his head to press a kiss to the top of my head. “I love you.”
I manage to muster a tired, “I love you, too,” before sleep claims me.
CHAPTER 30
HARLOW
It’s amazing what rough sex, followed by slow morning sex, can do for a girl. I stretch my body as I wake for the second time. My body is sore everywhere, but in a good way. I crack an eye open and find Jameson’s spot empty with a note in his place. Creeping my fingers over to the pillow, I snatch the note and read;
I figured you’ll be hungry when you wake up, so I went to grab us a late breakfast. I’ll be back soon.
—J
P.S. Don’t worry I’ll bring coffee.
I smile and fold the note. I’m not sure how long he’s been gone so he could be back any minute. With a groan, I force myself out of bed. My bladder is screaming at me. After I pee, I hop in the shower to wash up. Stepping out, I wrap myself in one of the hotel’s robes. I feel like a spoiled princess.
Settling back on the bed, I reach for the remote and find something to fill the silence. You’d think with working in a chaotic coffee shop and having a rambunctious kid at home that I would crave silence, but I think I’m so used to noise that silence feels wrong.
The door creeks open slowly, and Jameson pokes his head in, smiling when he finds me awake.
“Hey,” he says, pushing the door open fully and revealing the drink holder in one hand and a paper bag in another.
“Coffee!” I cry gleefully with grabby hands.
Jameson chuckles and uses his foot to push the door closed. I happily take the drink carrier from him.
“What’d you get to eat?”
