10. Harvey
Chapter 10
Harvey
“ M mm,” I lick my lips as I drop to my knees in front of her, her hands perched precariously on my shoulders. “Look at you.” I swipe my thumb gently over her sheer panties that give me the perfect glimpse of her pussy.
“Wait.” She pushes against me when I lean in to kiss her through her panties. “I haven’t…” She looks unsure.
“Showered?” I smile. “All the better.”
“Shaved,” she says quickly.
I stare up at her, keeping eye contact as I lean back in to kiss her. I run my nose against her through her panties. “You think I give a fuck if you haven’t shaved or showered?” I nip at her panties with my teeth. “Nothing could stop me from tasting you.”
My hands grip the waist of her panties as I try to savor every second but there’s no point. I can’t keep my tongue from her. I pull her panties down in one motion, then push her back onto the bed, my hands at her knees spreading her thighs apart simultaneously. I run my hands up her inner thighs, spreading her wide so I can see her.
“Already wet for me?”
“Oh God.” Her arm is slung across her face, covering her eyes, her other hand gripping the comforter beneath her. I pull myself up so that I’m leaning over her and pull her arm away from her face.
“I want you to look at me while I do this to you.” Her face grows red. “You asked me what I wanted.” I reach around and unhook her bra, pulling it slowly from her body. “I want you to watch me enjoy you.” I lean in and cup her breast, biting each nipple and kissing them, sucking them into my mouth while her hands tangle in my hair.
I drag my mouth up her body, my lips finding hers again as my fingers begin to tease her. I slide my middle finger up her slit that’s practically dripping already, then back down again. I repeat the process, including her clit this time.
I shake my head at her when I feel her thighs begin to close slightly. “Leave your thighs wide open for me, just like this.” I push her legs farther apart. “Good girl. Now, let me inside you.” I push two of my fingers against her opening and she gasps. “Too much?”
“Y-yes.”
“We’re gonna have to work on that then, aren’t we?” I ask, sliding my middle finger inside her.
“Ohhhh,” she groans, gripping the blanket even harder.
My tongue is in on her breasts as she adjusts to my finger, her moans growing louder the deeper I go.
“Fuck, I need a taste.” I’ve resisted as long as possible. I pull my finger from her body, bringing it to my mouth. My cock pulses the second her flavor is on my tongue. I dip my finger back inside her, repeating the process. “Jesus fuck.” I start to curl my finger inside her. “I need more.”
My tongue dances across her clit as I stretch her wider with a second finger, her agonizing cry a low moan of pleasure and pain.
“That’s right, you can handle it. Just keep your eyes on me.” Her eyelids struggle to stay open and I struggle to keep my mouth off her but I need this, I need to see her come. I want to see her lose control, to surrender to nothing but pleasure.
I curl both fingers, starting to move my hand in an up and down motion instead of back and forth. Her eyes squeeze shut, her thighs shaking.
“Oh, it’s too much.” Her back arches from the bed.
“It’s not too much. You can handle it,” I reassure her as I look down her body, taking everything in. Her breasts bounce with the movement, her pale-pink nipples pert, begging to be sucked. I tease her, bringing her to the edge a few times but not letting her fully surrender just yet.
I lean forward, my mouth over hers. “Aspen.” I say her name softly, bringing her glazed eyes back to mine. “Does this feel good? My fingers inside you like this?” She nods her head, completely unable to speak. “Are you ready to come?”
“Yesss.” It’s a plea.
I lean in, kissing her gently, my fingers pressed against her G-spot. Watching her convulse beneath my touch when her orgasm breaks through will be an image burned into my brain until I die.
It’s beautiful and intoxicating. She looks so raw and exposed, a complete contradiction to any other time I’ve ever seen or encountered her. When she finally comes down, no longer panting and moaning, I pull my fingers from her and lick them clean.
“And now, I get to lick you clean.”
I lose myself in her, my tongue buried inside her as she begins to grind her pussy against me. If I’m not careful, I could let myself be consumed with her to the point it takes over my life. I don’t know what it is about Aspen Wilder that has me already wanting more, but she’s under my skin now in a way I don’t think I’ll ever be able to recover from.
I can’t help myself. I give her another orgasm with my tongue, letting her flood my taste buds with her sweet flavor one more time.
“Now that you let me have dessert first, I really do owe you that dinner.” I look down at her still naked body, running a single finger up between her breasts to her chin.
“Do you need to…” She glances down at my cock straining against my jeans.
“I’ll be okay; this was about you.” I tilt my head. “Kind of about me too, getting to watch you.”
“I just thought…”
“Trust me, I want to.” I stroke her cheek. “But you struggled with two fingers and I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Oh.” She blushes, glancing away.
“Hey, that is the exact opposite of a bad thing so get that thought out of your head. Trust me, the image of seeing you writhe beneath me with only my fingers is a pretty damn good ego boost for a man.” I kiss her on the nose gently. “Now please, get your tempting ass dressed before I go back on everything I just said.”
She giggles and it’s a relief, the concern I had about her trusting another man with her body after what she confided in me earlier about her boss lessening. The last thing I want is to give her another reason to fear or worry and I sure as shit never want to be the cause of that.
“I can’t find my—” She glances around the floor as she zips her skirt.
“These?” I hold up her sheer white panties.
“Yes, thank you.” She reaches for them but I tug them back just out of her reach.
“You don’t need them.” I slowly slide them into the front pocket of my jeans, then lean down to grab my shirt from the floor.
“I don’t?”
“No, you don’t. Any other questions about the matter?”
“Why do you need them?” She nods toward the small white scrap of fabric that’s still sticking out of my pocket.
I look at her, trying to figure out if she really is naive or if she’s playing a game but the more I study the expression on her face, the more I’m convinced she’s serious. I take a seat on the bed and pull her so she’s standing between my legs.
“Aspen, what do you think I’d want your panties for? The panties that were wet with your cum from being turned on by me?” Her face is redder than I’ve seen it before. “I’m not trying to embarrass you, I promise. I just need to know where the boundary lies with us. With what you’re comfortable with me sharing or saying without sounding like an asshole that’s just objectifying you.”
“I understand. I don’t want you holding back.”
“Are you sure about that?” I smooth a flyaway from her face. “I’m trying to remain a gentleman. The fact is…” I pause, hoping that what I’m about to say doesn’t come out incorrectly. “You aren’t like the other women. They know what they want; they know what the situation is if they’re with me. There’s no tiptoeing around a hookup or a one-night stand.”
“I’m not that na?ve,” she says with a coy grin. “Just because I don’t say certain things out loud, doesn’t mean I don’t think them.”
“Mmmm.” I run my hands up her body, settling against her waist. “I like the idea of you having dirty thoughts. Tell me one.”
“You first.” Her hands are in my hair. “What are you going to do with my panties?”
“You know damn well what I’m going to do with them.” I attempt to pull her down to kiss her but she won’t let me. “I’m going to smell them while I jerk off to the memory of eating your pussy and the way you taste.”
“Tonight?”
I shake my head, this conversation only making my cock harder. “Fuck. Yeah, most likely. I don’t think I’m going to last much longer with this conversation going the way it’s going.”
She reaches her hand down slowly, keeping eye contact with me as her fingers graze my belt buckle. “You don’t have to wait.”
My hand is on hers in a flash, stilling her movements.
“What are you doing?”
“I can help you,” she says gently and it’s so sweet yet so fucking hot at the same time.
My expression grows serious. “Okay, you want the truth? If my cock is out with you in the room, it’s going to be inside you and I don’t mean once or gently. I’m hanging by a fucking thread with you in my bedroom right now and your hand on my belt, you understand? I am seconds away from fucking you through this floor.”
“Okay.” She nods, pulling her hand back from mine but I grab it quickly.
“Is that a desire of yours, watching me?” She nods her head. “Is that something you’ve enjoyed with past partners?”
“No. Can you show me how? Teach me?”
“Teach you?” I’m not sure if I’m hallucinating at this point from blue balls or what, but there’s no way in fuck this sweet, innocent woman just asked me to teach her how to pleasure me. “Teach you what?”
“How to”—she shifts in her stance—“how you like it.”
“We need to change the subject and get out of my room right now.” I stand up and grab her hand, pulling her down the hallway and back out into the kitchen.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“No, I didn’t, and we’re done talking about it.”
“Hey, just got off an interesting call with Connor Blake.” Jimmy gives me a funny look.
“Oh yeah? What about?”
“He was clearly flustered, said that there’s been another threat and this time it’s serious. He wants around-the-clock coverage now, at his office, house, everywhere. Doesn’t care what it costs.”
“New threat—what happened?” I sit up, genuinely curious if Jimmy and I were both dead wrong with this case.
“He said someone sent photos of himself to him from a long lens camera.”
“Did you see the photos? Is it a credible threat?”
“No and not sure until we see the photos. He said he had no idea who sent them but he knows it’s from someone his wife knows. Don’t ask me how he knows, he just knows. So anyway, he specifically requested that you be his bodyguard for the foreseeable future.”
Now it makes sense.
“He asked for me by name?”
“Yeah. why?” he asks, confused.
I expected some sort of retaliation once he found out that I’m the boyfriend so I’m not too surprised by his request. It’s the easiest and probably cheapest way to get me away from Aspen.
“No reason. I’ll go talk to him and assess the validity of the threat and photos.”
I swing across town, not bothering to give him a courtesy call before walking into his office.
“Excuse me, sir. You can’t go in there; he’s on a call!” Natalie attempts to run after me, hobbling on her stilettos. I ignore her, pushing the door open to Connor’s office.
“What the—?” He stands up, his phone pressed to his ear as the door swings open. Natalie appears behind me.
“I’m sorry, sir, he wouldn’t listen.”
“Yeah, everything’s fine. Listen, Rodger, I’ll have to call you back.” He tosses his phone onto his desk, his eyes darting to Natalie behind me.
“Thanks, Natalie.” He smiles. “I’ll handle it from here.” The second she closes the door behind us, his smile fades.
“I guess you know my name after all.” He stares me down, an intimidating tactic I’m sure he uses on others but it won’t do shit here. “So, you asked for me, wanted me to be your shadow, so here I am.” I sit down in one of the chairs opposite his desk.
“Look, Harvey.” He perches on the edge of his desk, another tactic meant to make his victims feel at ease, like they can trust him. “I’m sure this isn’t your usual protocol, how you go about being someone’s hired gun, bu?—”
“I’m not your hired gun. I was hired to protect you. I’m not your employee and I’m not at your beck and call. I came here to talk to you about the new threat, to see the photos. Then Jimmy and I will assess whether we feel you need around-the-clock protection.”
He’s shit at hiding his emotions. His face grows red with anger as he shoots off his desk. He walks toward me, looking down at me with disgust.
“I’m the one who makes the calls. You are the help. I told him that money isn’t an object so if I want the protection, you’re going to give it to me or I will make damn sure this is the last job your pathetic little firm takes.”
When I stand up, it’s as if he’s forgotten just how much larger I am than him. Attempting to square his shoulders, he puffs his chest out and it’s almost laughable.
“Okay, Mr. Blake.” I smile down at him. “You’re right. You want protection twenty-four seven, someone always watching you, in the shadows, taking note of everything you say and do, everyone who you talk to and interact with… we at Four Forces can provide that.” His eyes dart back and forth nervously, his jaw clenching tighter as he tries to remain stoic. I reach out my hand to clutch his shoulder, leaning down to look him even closer in the eyes. “And don’t worry. Even if I see something I shouldn’t or maybe find out about some illegal activity that you or your company might be involved in”—my smile spreads wide—“you can trust me.” I give his arm a playful squeeze. “Sorry for the interruption. I’ll let you get back to your day.”
“Start tomorrow,” he says without looking at me as I head toward his office door.