Chapter 45
Better Than a Book Boyfriend
Kazimir
Islide open the door to the shower, step inside behind Harley, and pull the glass door closed, relishing the warm water against my body.
She backs up against me, rubbing against my hard cock.
I groan.
She flashes me a knowing smile from over her shoulder. There’s a suggestive twinkle in her eyes.
I lean forward until my lips flirt with her earlobe. “Why don’t I clean you up first before I make it dirty.”
“I like the way you think.”
“One or two shampoos?”
She tilts her head back until our eyes meet. “You’re going to wash my hair?”
“I am.”
She flips around and stares up at me.
“Why are you looking at me like I just grew a second head?”
“I… Well…” She averts her gaze. “It’s… unexpected.”
“Let me guess. No one has ever taken care of you like this?”
She shakes her head. “It’s not part of the guidebook of rules for casual hookups.”
Not that I’m in a position to lecture anyone when it comes to relationships, but this woman has been short changed. “It’s an honor to be your first.”
She giggles. “It’s like I’m a virgin again.”
“Consider this aftercare after I’ve punched your V card.”
She tilts her head to the side. “You’ve been reading my romance books again?”
“A few passages here and there.”
“That’s a crime, Kaz. Either read a book from cover to cover or you don’t read it at all.”
“Copy that.” I wink. “Going back to my question, what will it be, Goldilocks?”
“One.” She turns around. “I already shampooed this morning.”
I grab her shampoo from the shower niche and squeeze some in my palm before lathering it. I bring my hands to her head and massage the suds in her blonde hair. The clean floral scent swirls around us, and her shoulders sag.
“Your magical fingers against my scalp are amazing,” she says. “Is there anything you do half ass?”
“I’m doing a good job?”
“You’re hitting it out of the park.”
“I aim to please.” I massage her scalp with more vigor.
She lets out a little moan, and my cock weeps.
I do quick work of rinsing the suds from her mane.
The soapy water glides down her sensual body in an erotic caress.
My greedy eyes follow their descent as the bubbles swirl around her muscular calves until they land at her dainty feet on their way down the drain.
I lift my eyes, fixating on her beautiful ass.
This woman’s body was made for sin.
This woman’s body was made for me.
I drag my hands down her shoulders, over her ribs and stomach, before my fingers hover over her pussy.
“Is this a perk of taking a shower together?” She spins around. “If so, I’m all for saving the environment.”
I kiss her lips. “You better believe it’s a perk.”
She flashes me a wide grin. “In that case, I should properly thank you.”
I frown. “For what?”
Wicked glee glints from her green eyes. “For pushing me to be a more conscientious New Yorker.” She drops to her knees in front of me.
“Fuck.” I play around with the shower knobs and shut down the water coming from the raindrop showerhead and switch to the extendable one, aiming the water against her back so she doesn’t get cold.
She stares up at me through hooded eyes, framed by long lashes.
She’s so fucking sexy like this.
“You want me to show you who you belong to by fucking your mouth?”
“I want that so bad.”
I fist my cock and give it a good tug before bringing it to her lips.
She opens her eager mouth.
“Not yet, “I say. “Lips pressed together.”
She obeys.
I rub the tip of my cock against her lips.
“Now, lick your lips.”
She does as she’s told.
“Good girl. You earned the privilege of having my cock in your mouth. Open that pretty mouth for me.”
She opens wide and sticks out her tongue.
“Such an eager slut.”
She fists the base of my throbbing cock. A wry smile tugs at my lips when her hand can’t quite wrap around my girth.
She closes her lips around my engorged head. Eager to please, she swirls her tongue around as she tightens her grip.
I see stars.
I fist her hair and tug. “You have a hell of a mouth on you.”
If she doesn’t smile around my cock.
As she resumes her mission, she reaches up and grabs my ass, pulling me forward as she deep throats me, all the while batting those fucking long lashes as if she doesn’t know she’s robbing me of all self control.
It takes every ounce of me not to explode at the back of her throat.
“Fuck, Harley.” Every nerve ending in my body fires to life at the feel of her wet mouth around me.
That cheeky smile is back.
She pulls her head back, letting my cock drop from her lips. I’m about to protest, when she grips my shaft and drags her flattened tongue from my balls to my tip.
My legs are shaking from the tingles of sensation coursing through my body.
She does that a few times before swallowing my cock again.
The eagerness with which she does this, causes her to gag.
Her eyes water, and she blinks a few times before closing them.
“Eyes on me,” I say.
She obeys.
It’s the most beautiful sight—her on her knees, heavy tits out, mouth ready to be fucked and deepthroated.
“My turn to take over.” I fist her hair and angle her head. “Tap out if it’s too much.”
She shakes her head.
My perfect little slut.
Tilting my hips back, I work myself deeper inside her mouth.
She moans around each inch I feed her.
I groan my approval, bucking my hips, my eyes trained on where my cock disappears between her plump lips. I slide in deeper and deeper, until I’m balls deep.
My abs pull tight and I slam my hand against the tile wall as a groan spills from my lips.
This time, she doesn’t choke and she doesn’t gag. She doesn’t even tap out. She keeps her eyes glued to mine, looking up at me like she’s ready for more.
So am I.
I tilt my hips back, sliding my cock out of her mouth.
She frowns. “Am I not doing it right?”
“I’m this close from coming.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“It is, because I’d rather come inside your sweet pussy.”
She smiles wide.
I slide my hands underneath her arms and lift her from her knees. She wraps her legs around my hips, and I walk us to my bedroom. With each step, the tip of my cock bobs against her ass.
I drop her to her feet. “Give me a minute.”
It doesn’t take me long to find a condom. Once sheathed, I lift her in my arms and kiss her like my life depends on it, as I march toward the wall before slamming her body against it.
“I want you so fucking much, this might be a bumpy ride.”
“You won’t hear me complaining.”
I transfer her weight to one hand and line my cock at her entrance with the other. With a grunt, I slide into her inviting pussy.
Harley squeezes her thighs around my waist, her arms snaking around my neck, pulling me close.
I take that as my cue.
I pound into her, slamming her back against the wall with each thrust.
She pants.
I respond by slamming with more urgency.
“Your pussy is so warm and so wet, I never want to slide out.”
“You don’t have to slide out. Ever. Just keep fucking me like you are now, Kaz.” She punctuates her tempting invitation by clenching her pussy tight around my cock.
Fuck. “How far can I push you?”
“As far as you want.”
“I read something in one of your books—”
“I’m game.”
“Without knowing what I’m about to suggest?”
“I trust you.”
Those three little words are all I need.
I slide a hand around her neck.
Her eyes grow wide and before I can ask her if she’s willing to push things that far, she nods.
“My little slut was dying for a hand necklace.”
The lust I read in her eyes is dizzying.
I fuck her without mercy.
Her moans and mewls reverberate against the walls, ratcheting my arousal.
I fuck her with unwavering passion. Sweat drips down my face. The cadence causes my legs to tremble. “There isn’t much left to me. You’re going to come hard for me?”
Her eyelashes flutter.
I loosen my grip.
She pants. “Yes.”
I let loose, losing myself between her legs.
Harley hitches a breath, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.
She’s close.
“I want you to come hard for me,” I say, as my hips piston back and forth. “Don’t hold back.”
“I’m coming—” She clenches my cock hard at the same time as her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Kaz—”
I follow right behind her.
I thrust into her one last time as my grip tightens around her neck.
“Oh, God—” I squeeze my ass cheeks hard and spill myself inside her intoxicating pussy. It’s so core-shaking, I’m surprised I don’t lose consciousness and land us both on the shower floor.
I let go of her neck and take her weight in both hands.
She drops her forehead against my shoulder. “Mother of God.” Her breath brushes across my skin.
“Yeah. I know.”
For the next few heartbeats, Harley and I pant as we struggle to catch our breaths, the rhythmic sounds of our heavy breathing echoing in the room.
She lifts her head up. “I was never one for annotations like some other book girlies, but you’ve convinced me to change my ways.
From now on, I think I’m going to start highlighting all the passages I want to role play.
Because you master the art of stepping into the shoes of the perfect book boyfriend.
” She arches a brow, her lips pursed. “#BetterThanABookBoyfriend #HandNecklace #Smexy #BookScenes #He’sA10. ”
I tilt my head back and let out a boisterous laugh.
When our eyes meet, hers are huge.
“What?”
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
“What is it, Harley? Did I come so hard, I grew a horn in the middle of my forehead?”
“Hearing you laugh for the first time is on par because that was a freaking unicorn moment, if I ever heard of one.”
You bring out a side of me I didn’t even know existed. I roll my eyes. “Stop razzing me, Goldilocks.”
“And… the grizzly bear is back.”
I shake my head.
I drop her to her feet and place a soft kiss on her lips.
I pull away, remove the condom, and stride to the bathroom to get rid of it. I’m back in a flash. I drink in her naked body. Her beautiful pale skin is spotted with red blotches from the rush of blood from her climax.
I did that to her.
“I swear, this fake relationship is paying dividends.” She laughs.
I don’t.
A zip of irrational anger rushes through me.
I pinch my lips together.
She frowns. “Did I say something wrong? Because lighthearted Kaz just left the carriage house.”
I sigh. “Harley, we don’t have to keep up the pretence of a fake relationship. I think we’re well past that. What we share isn’t pretend. It isn’t to me, anyway. Why don’t we see where this goes?”
Myriad emotions play off her beautiful face. “Kaz… I…” She wraps her arms around her body. “I have nothing to offer you.”
“Why do you keep saying that?”
She dances from one foot to the other. “You took in a stray cat that needed shelter.” She points at herself over her head. “I can’t stand on my own two feet. You’re my boss and roommate, which means I depend on you for a paycheck and for a roof over my head.”
Her dismissive words land like a blow against my ribs.
My face falls. “What?”
“Being your fake girlfriend is… part of the agreement to help you reach your goal—”
“I hate the way you put yourself down. You have a lot to offer—”
“Our relationship serves one purpose.”
It’s like Jekyll and Hyde. How can she be this detached?
She bites her lower lip. “The goal is to turn the attention away from your drama queen of an ex in the hopes the Montana brewer you’ve been courting, without much success, will give you a chance to make him an offer he can’t refuse.”
Her words hang heavy between us.
Heat sizzles up my back.
I scrub a hand on the base of my neck, unable to make sense of her reaction.
Am I bad at reading people?
The hum of her rejection is the only sound filling the room as I come to grips with her crushing decision.
The fact we’re having this conversation just after I made her come so hard, her eyes were rolling in the back of her head and we’re still naked is even more dejecting.
I kick an invisible ball on the floor. “If you’d rather keep it to our arrangement with benefits, then I should let you know, the list of nominees for the upcoming RISE Awards—New York State’s Restaurant Industry Spotlight on Excellence Awards was announced today while you were in the changing room after skating. ”
She flinches.
Yeah, sweetheart, you’re not the only one who can flip on a dime. “Number 22 is nominated in the Best Restaurant NYC Classic and Rising Star categories.”
“That’s amazing, Kaz.” There’s no levity to that comment. And her somber expression is testament to that.
I soldier on. “My chef and sous chef will be present with their significant other. So will the rest of the kitchen staff.”
“They must be over the moon.” She forces a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.
“I’m proud of the nominations and my staff.” I weigh my words. “If you’re still up for the gig, I wouldn’t mind a fake girlfriend for the evening. You know… until I catch the attention of the Montana brewer.”
She stares up at me for a long beat before storming out of the room, leaving me slack-jawed and staring at her retreating back.
What the fuck?