CHAPTER 23 #2
I lean back on the pillow, sliding my free hand to hitch my top up, giving Harrison a free view of the abs I know he loves.
He doesn’t disappoint, eyes darkening as he looks me over.
I wasn’t intending on putting on a show for Harrison but that not-so-little limelight seeking side of me preens at his attention.
I stroke myself for him and I don’t even have to fake the little whimpers and moans I’m making because wanking myself while Harrison watches is hot.
He watches in silence until I’m arching my back, desperately chasing the prize at the end.
And then Harrison snaps. He surges forward, knocking my hand away as he takes over for me.
And it’s instantly better, having his hand on me.
He must have been taking notes too because it’s just the way I like it, the way he dips his thumb into the soft spot underneath my head and rubs me in a way that has my spine swiftly tingling.
I feel the sensations start to shoot down my spine, that point of no return just in sight when Harrison abruptly stops. I let out a whimper at the injustice as he leaves me standing on the clifftop all alone.
“Hey, what?” I garble.
“Now, Casey Calloway. I want a promise from you before we continue. No more sex talk while we’re at work, okay?” Harrison says, leaning over me like an avenging angel. A cruel avenging angel with chestnut locks and the most beautiful brown eyes on earth.
“What?” I gasp. I’m too far gone for coherency of thought but it kind of sounds like Harrison is using sex to get his way about something. How incredibly rude. And how incredibly ironic.
“You heard me, baby,” he replies, voice teasing, stopping my hand from sliding down to finish the job. “No more sex talk. No more teasing. No more made-up groin injuries. No more swanning around my treatment room in your sexy little underwear.”
“Why are you so mean?” I cry, head tipped back on the pillow. I think I want to weep. And beg. Definitely beg.
“Do we have an agreement?” he asks. I’m about to shake my head, not wanting to give up all my fun at work but he punctuates his question with a firm squeeze of my cock, and I can’t remember my qualms anymore.
“Yes. Agreed,” I gasp. “More. Please.”
“Agreed?” he coaxes, teasing my cock some more until I am nearly crying, dick weeping onto my stomach. “No more sex at work?”
“No more sex at work,” I cry, relief hitting me instantly when he grips my cock and finishes the job he started.
I come in two seconds flat, so close to the finish line that I would question what kind of witchcraft Harrison possesses that enabled him to know exactly when to stop.
But I can’t think about that at the minute, mindless in orgasmic wonderland as I finally finish after the cruellest edging of my existence.
And no, I am not dramatic. Not one little bit.
“I think you just got played at your own game, my darling,” Harrison says, all sweetness and gentleness as he smooths the hair from my forehead. Just a loving gesture from a loving guy who cheated me out of something big. I’m positive I’ve been cheated here.
“Who are you?” I reply, staring up at him. “And what did you do with my sweet Harrison? I want him back. The guy who’ll do anything for me.”
“He’s still here,” Harrison grins, all smugness mixed in with that underlying sweetness. “But he has his limits, and he has his boundaries. And some of them are things even you can’t cross, my sweet little diva.”
“How did I lose here?” I rasp, rifling back through the fragmented parts of my mind, bits and pieces still floating in a post-orgasmic haze.
“You didn’t lose,” he replies, stretching his long, naked body alongside mine. “But we did both win.”
“And I suppose you’ll go and say that’s fair,” I huff. “Equals and partnership and all that fluff.”
“It’s perfectly fair,” he says, smoothing back my hair again and pressing a kiss to my forehead. He’s so sweet and gentle. How was he ever so cruel to me? “This way, you get to run out on the field and dominate the game week after week. And I get to keep my job.”
“Ah, fine,” I grimace, revelling in the slide of his fingers through my hair. I try not to purr. “I suppose you make a point.”
“I make an exceptional point.”
“And you’re going to hold me to that promise?” I press. “Even though it was extracted in a moment of supreme weakness.”
“You bet your bottom dollar, baby,” he grins, placing another soft kiss on my forehead. Damn, why does he have to be so sweet? It’s like he wants me to both love him and hate him all at the same time.
“Nobody warned me about your witchcraft, Harrison Thornfield,” I sulk, pleased when his mouth hitches up at the side.
“I’d say we’re about even then,” he smiles, nothing but softness in those eyes.
“Even?”
“Yes. Even. Because nobody warned me what I would be getting myself into when I packed up my life and flew out to Australia. Nobody warned me about Casey Calloway.”
“Well I suppose we all really wanted you to come anyway,” I return, biting on my bottom lip.
He leans down, biting me softly there too. It stings. I love it. I think I love everything he does to me.
“I would have still come. In a heartbeat,” he says. And I just whimper, tipping my head back on the pillow and wondering how this became my life. How I was suddenly sharing my life and my bedroom with a guy. And not just any guy, but gorgeous, classy, intelligent and oh-so-sexy Harrison Thornfield.
Talk about winning the jackpot.