Page 64 of Sins of the Father

I keep her on edge, slowing my thrusts down, and our sweat merges.

“Please, Steven...harder. Oh God.”

“You want it harder, Harper?” I murmur while flicking my tongue behind her ear.

“Please,” she hardly gets out.

I widen her legs and push them up toward her chest, holding them secure with my body and pound into her so hard, she explodes with my first thrust.

And I come with her. Pumping my seed in her so violently, I get dizzy and collapse on her. I quickly slide my hand to her clit and stroke it so fast, she continues to shatter and dig her nails into my flesh.

When there’s no more adrenaline left, I roll over, taking her with me, trying to find air as much as she does.

And there’s no question about it. If she goes back to New York, she’ll ruin me.

9

Harper

Sweat coats our skin,and my cells hum from how Steven just played my body. I pant for air, and he slides his fingers along my forehead and tucks my wet hair behind my ear.

I turn my head. He’s breathing hard, too, but there’s still a smoldering heat in his eyes.

The way he looks at me makes my stomach flutter. I’ve never had a man focus on me so intensely before. And now, sex is over, but his laser expression doesn’t fade.

I trace his jaw with my fingertip, and he closes his eyes briefly. I lean over him, and his arms tighten around me.

“No one’s done that to me before,” I admit, unsure why I’m telling him but once again not able to control my urge to blab around him.

He raises his eyebrows and purses his lips. It’s an expression I’ve only seen once before—a mix of cocky but not annoyingly arrogant, with a hidden smile. “I told you to trust me.”

“I do. With everything,” I assure him, the words rolling out of my mouth without any hesitation. Heat rises to my face, realizing what I just said.

His face changes, and he swallows hard. The neutral look I can’t figure out, the one that always awakens all my butterflies and makes my legs ache, wreaks havoc in me.

I shudder in his arms, and all he’s doing is looking at me with his blue eyes. Steven Sinclair is like a trance you can’t pull yourself out of, and now he’s given himself to me, it’s even more powerful.

He knows what I want and need on a deeper level than I do. Part of me says to run. His worries over our logistics aren’t one-sided. I may not voice them as he does, but the voice in my head warns me I’m playing with fire.

I’m a New Yorker.

He’s a Chicagoan.

And the voice once again reminds me how my life is in shambles, and his is nearly perfect.

“You cold?” He pulls the blanket over us and pretzels his legs around mine.

“Mmm.” I snuggle into him further, telling the voice in the back of my head to go away and wanting to absorb every minute of his limbs wrapped around mine.

He kisses my head, and I slide up and claim his lips for my own.

We hungrily kiss, as if we haven’t gotten our fill, and his erection hardens again. I shimmy my hips to slide on him. He groans, and Hope wails through the monitor.

We both jump, and I roll off him.

“Stay in bed, Harper. I’ll get her.” He rises, goes into the bathroom, and washes his hands.

I put on a robe and go into the bathroom to wash my hands as well.

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