Page 99 of Sins of the Father

“Control me how you want,” I demand.

“What?” he pants.

I place my hands over his. “I want to feel how much you want me. Don’t hold back.”

“You’re killing me, Harper,” he mumbles.

I slide his cock in my mouth, taking him in inch by inch, opening my throat to accept him, then grazing my teeth on his shaft on the way up. I squeeze his hands again and lock eyes with him. “Show me.”

He repositions his hands and slowly begins to control my speed. When I think he’s about to burst, he pushes me off him and drags me up on his lap.

His fingers slide over my panties, and he grunts. “Crotchless... Jesus, Harper.”

I slide onto him, moaning as he fills me, inhaling his skin.

“Shh. You have to be quiet here,” he quietly growls and sucks on my earlobe while circling my earring with his tongue. “I’ll make you scream later tonight.”

I shiver as his fingers slide up and down my spine. “I’m sorry about yesterday.”

“Shh.”

“Thank you for—”

“Shh.” He kisses me as if I’m the beginning and end of his existence. And I want to be.

A cloud moves in the sky, and the sunlight shines through the glass, adding to our heat.

“This is the best workday ever,” he murmurs, moving the little fabric covering my nipples with his lips and tugging at them with his teeth.

I whimper and circle my hips harder on his erection, sinking deeper, and gripping it tighter with my spasming walls. “Steven.”

He holds his hand over my mouth, bites on my collarbone, and moves his hand to my clit, circling me fast.

My cries become louder, and he grasps my hair and firmly holds my head while ravishing my mouth with his tongue and lips.

Adrenaline courses through me, and I become a rag doll in his arms. He erupts, his cock swells, and he pumps his hot seed into me.

Our faces are buried in the other’s neck when my alarm rings.

“What’s that?” he murmurs.

I grab my phone and hit the snooze. “Ten-minute warning.”

He grins. “Did you just schedule our sex?”

“Yep. Any complaints?”

He chuckles. “Nope.”

I reach for my purse and pull out the baby wipes.

“Please tell me Hope isn’t outside my office door?”

“No. Anna is at Jamison’s.”

“Good. What’s up with the wipes?”

I bat my eyes. “I need to make sure my man is meeting-ready. I’m sure the lipstick look might cause some questions.” I wipe his neck and face where I stained it.

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