Page 26 of Crave: A Reverse Harem Romance

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, breaking away just enough to look into my eyes again. “Come for me, Harlow. Come with me. Now.”

It was enough to send me over the edge.

My whole body started trembling as my orgasm overtook me, and Axel called out my name, his voice rough and gravelly as his cock swelled even thicker inside me.

“I’m coming, baby,” he groaned. “Fuck, Harlow… fuck…”

He kissed me again, collapsing onto the bed next to me and pulling me close, crushing me against him in a way that I never wanted to end.

How was this man so hot, so sexy, so genuinely nice? And so damn good in bed, too? How was that even possible?

And how had someone so far out of my league ended up in my bed again?

None of it made sense to me, but none of it really mattered too much right now.

Because right now he was murmuring more of those sweet, sexy things to me in between kisses and making it really hard to think or worry about anything else.

Right now, all I could focus on was Axel.

Beside me.

Inside me.

With me.

It felt really, really good.

Waking up that morning with Axel had been nice.

Really nice, actually. Maybe even too nice.

As much as I had tried to remind myself that I was definitely not going to get attached to a one-night stand—even after that one-night stand turned into two nights—it was hard not to indulge in a little fantasizing about what might be when I woke up to him spooning me, his strong arms wrapped tightly, possessively around me.

Which was why I had to say no when he had asked if I wanted to go out for breakfast with him.

Not that I had wanted to decline, of course. Just the opposite.

It had sounded like a perfect date to me.

But that was the problem. What if he hadn’t meant it to be a date? What if he was just being nice?

Maybe he was just one of those people who didn’t like to eat alone.

I couldn’t see him asking me on a date, anyway. He just didn’t seem like the settling down kind of guy. So the last thing I wanted to do was go out with him and become even more enthralled over breakfast, only to be disappointed later when things didn’t work out.

I told him I had work to do, but that I appreciated the invitation and that I had fun. He left gracefully, and here I was again with my coffee and my laptop.

And once again I was writing like a beast.

I wasn't sure what my inspiration really was. Was it just the sex or was it Axel? Maybe he was my lucky charm. Maybe I’d have to keep sleeping him to get this book done.

Wouldn’t really be opposed to that, frankly.

This book was shaping up a lot steamier than I planned, but I was kind of digging it. It was cathartic to get all my sexual feelings out. Because despite being extremely satisfied by Axel, I had a lot of pent-up energy. I felt like he’d started my sexual awakening or something.

Not that I ever disliked sex, but I never felt like it was this thing I absolutely needed, that I had to have.

Now I felt like an animal. A sex goddess.

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