“I figured that, too,” J said.
“I’ll hold onto this in case she comes back looking for it.” Although I figured it had been Keg who sold the drugs, if someone else did, they’d go looking for this cash and she’d need it then.
We headed back inside and I found Harlow waiting for me at the bar. She held Wilder’s and Griff’s attention, and I took a moment to appreciate the ease with which she got on with club members. She’d kept away from the clubhouse over the past few months, choosing to lock herself away at home or at the café. Seeing her here today, laughing like she was, made me happy.
She smiled at me as I approached, and turned her body to mine when I stood in front of her. “I missed you this morning.” Her voice was soft; all breathy like she’d been thinking of fucking me.
I bent my head so my mouth was near her ear. “Damn, woman, you know that sexy voice of yours gets me hard.” I spoke so that only she could hear, but I didn’t give a fuck if anyone else heard it. My feelings for Harlow weren’t something I ever tried to hide.
Her body swayed and her back arched as the front of her brushed up against me. “I could take care of that right now.” Her eyes flirted with mine and her promise sizzled in the air between us.
Fuck.
Yes.
I grabbed hold of her hand and without another glance at anyone in the room, I stalked towards the office, pulling her with me. No fucking way could a man pass up that offer.
When we arrived at the office, I ushered her inside and kicked the door closed behind us. Then I pushed her against the desk and reached for the button on her jeans. “Fuck, sweetheart, why’d you wear jeans? A skirt would be better for this kind of thing.” I moved as fast as I could to undo her jeans because, hell, my dick had hardened to the point where a man could go crazy if he didn’t get any relief.
She raised her brows. “Really? You’re gonna complain about shit when I’m standing in front of you offering you this ?” As she said the word ‘this’, she guided my hand to her pussy.
Her wet, dripping pussy.
Fuck.
I ran my finger through her lips and groaned. “Not complaining, Harlow, just stating the fuckin’ truth.” I yanked her jeans down and then her panties. “Did you wake up wet for me, baby?”
She’d undone my jeans and pulled my cock out. Wrapping her hand around it, she began stroking me. “Yes, and you were gone so I took care of myself with BOB, but he’s never enough. Especially not when I make myself come thinking about you; it just makes me need you more.”
I groaned again; the thought of her using a vibrator turned me on, but her dirty talking took me to a whole new level of turned on. Grinding myself against her, I growled, “From now on, I’ll wake you up and fuck you before I leave for work.” As the words left my mouth, I lifted her so she sat on the desk, thrust my cock inside her and squeezed my eyes shut as her pussy welcomed me in.
God damn, my woman felt good.
She moaned and dug her fingers into my back. “Fuck me hard, Scott. Fast and hard,” she pleaded. Desire laced her words and caused me to move with clear intention. If Harlow wanted fast and hard, who the fuck was I to argue?
Her legs wrapped around me and we lost ourselves while we gave our bodies over to the pleasure we craved. There was no kissing and no gentleness to this sex; it was raw need, pure and simple.
Cock and pussy and cum.
A quick fuck that would get us through the day until I could fuck her until she passed out tonight.
As her orgasm shattered through her, she clung to me tighter, digging her fingers into my skin even harder. No words escaped her mouth, but her breathing had quickened and I watched as her eyes closed and she bit her bottom lip. And then my orgasm moved through my body, and I thrust one last time before coming.
Fuck.
I tightened my hold on her and dropped my head against her shoulder. We didn’t move for a few minutes, but eventually I pulled out and let her go. I pulled my jeans up and loved the fuck out of it when her hands took over and did them up. Her eyes didn’t leave mine, and hell if they didn’t promise me all sorts of sexy shit.
“Christ, it’s like you’re making up for lost time,” I said as she pulled her panties and jeans up.
“Are you complaining?” The playfulness in her tone told me she loved this conversation.
I dropped my lips to hers and kissed her. It was a long, deep kiss and when we finally surfaced for air, I said, “Fuck, no. Anytime you want to make up for lost time, just call me, and I’m there.”
She grinned and reached for her bag that she’d dumped on my desk. Pulling something out that was wrapped in tin foil, she placed it in my hands. “You need to eat this because I’m going to bake your other favourite tonight.”
I frowned. “What’s my other favourite?”
Shaking her head, she refused to tell me. “You’ll have to wait until tonight if you don’t know what it is. It’ll be a surprise that I guarantee you’ll love.” She pressed another kiss to my lips before slinging her bag over her shoulder and taking a step away from me.
I placed the cake on the desk and folded my arms across my chest. Watching as she took the few steps to the door, I said, “A head’s up, sweetheart – my dick is already hard for you again. That sweet pussy of yours is mine tonight and I plan on fucking you all night long, so take it easy today.”
Her steps faltered and when she turned to me, I could clearly see how much my words had affected her.