Page 69 of Butter My Biscuit

“That was …intense.” He kisses me again.

“Yeah,” I say, not even sure I can form a complete sentence right now.

He rolls over on his back, and we both stare up at the soft lights strung at the top of the blankets, and then we glance at the TV that we muted at some point.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to watch that movie again without thinking about this,” he admits.

“Uh, same.” I roll over on my side and face him, squeezing my thighs together.

Tomorrow, I’ll be sore from where he was—I can already tell. Harrison pulls me into his arms and holds me against his bare chest, and I squeeze him tight, like if I were to let go, he’d disappear.

He kisses my hair. “Want to watchElf?”

“Yes,” I tell him with a laugh.

Just as he reaches for the remote, there’s a knock on his door, and we look at each other with wide eyes.

When the doorknob turns, Harrison jumps up and rushes forward, placing his foot in the way to stop it. Then, he sticks his head into the hallway. “Can I help you?”

“Just wanted to tell Grace hello.” By the sound of Colt’s tone, I know he’s smiling, but I feel like I can’t breathe, knowing we’re both butt-ass naked.

“She says hi back.” He’s on top of it. Probably knows my words are lodged in the back of my throat.

“Why are you being weird as fuck?” Colt asks.

“Goodbye,” Harrison tells him, shutting the door and locking it. He leans against it, crossing his arms over his chest until Colt’s footsteps echo. “I need to remember to lock doors. That was too close,” he whispers.

“I know.” I burst out into laughter, twisted in the blankets. Giddy is the only way to explain it.

Harrison pulls on a pair of boxers and then lies down beside me as I slide on my bra and panties.Elfplays from the beginning, and I snuggle into his strong arms, listening to his heartbeat settle. The pillows and comforter feel like clouds, and my eyes grow heavy as he snuggles me.

Tonight, I had the best sex of my life.

I just hope we can keep our promise … and nothing changes.

* * *

The next morning, I’m woken to Harrison’s scruff against my neck.

“Good morning.”

“Mmm,” I moan out, pressing my ass against his hard cock.

“Sorry,” he says.

I turn and look over my shoulder at him. “Don’t be.”

Reaching behind me, I grip my hand around him.

“Don’t you dare start something you’re not gonna finish,” he warns.

I let go, sliding my panties down. “What time is it?”

“Five. I’ve got a few hours before I have to leave for Christmas at my parents’,” he growls in my ear.

As his large hand runs down my body, I part my legs, allowing him to slide his fingers between my slit.

“You’re so damn wet.” His voice is low and gruff.

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