Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
H arlow didn’t want to think or question, she just wanted to feel.
And Easton made her feel so much.
And want more. So much more.
His mouth was on hers, his tongue thrusting deep. The kiss was hot and fierce, and ignited fire in her veins.
She moaned and squirmed on his lap. One of his hands slid under the skirt of her dress, skimming up her inner thigh.
“This is probably a mistake,” she panted, then bit his bottom lip. “A sexy, breathtaking mistake.”
His fingers teased the edge of her panties.
“ Yes . I want your hands on me. Touch me, Easton.”
“I am,” he growled.
“Harder,” she begged.
He made a hungry, masculine sound, then his fingers shoved her panties aside, and he found her clit.
Harlow wrenched her mouth free and gasped. He rubbed her clit, and then forcibly pulled her mouth back to his. As he stroked her, she felt her temperature rising. Then she was going up in flames. She circled her hips, moving against his oh-so-clever fingers.
“You’re soaked.” His finger played with her, before sinking deep.
She opened her eyes, rocking on his hand. “ Easton .”
She stared blindly at the night sky and wondered if anyone could see them out on the terrace. Probably not, but the thought gave her a little thrill.
He pushed two fingers inside her, stretching her. She cried out, pressing her forehead against his. She held him tight, needing the anchor to keep from flying apart.
“I can feel your sweet pussy clenching on my fingers, Harlow.”
His sexy words and deep voice made her belly contract.
“So tight and wet. You’ll feel so good when I finally slide my aching cock inside you.”
“Easton… Oh, God .” She was so close.
He reached behind her and lowered the zipper on her dress. He shoved one shoulder off.
She shivered. The night air was cold, but it was what he was doing to her that earned the reaction.
She was wild for him.
He stroked her nipple through her lace bra. Her nipples were hard little nubs, and she ground down on his hand, just pure sensation now.
“That’s it, beautiful.” He pulled her up, his mouth closing on one lace-covered breast.
Oh, God. “Yes.”
His thumb stroked her clit, his hot mouth sucked on her nipple. If anyone could see them, they’d see her in her boss’ lap, totally undone as he drove her closer to a massive orgasm.
His fingers kept pumping inside her.
“ Easton .”
“Come for me, Harlow.”
She trembled, her hands digging into his shoulders, she was riding a thin edge.
He yanked her closer, his mouth taking hers—a hard, punishing claim.
Harlow’s orgasm hit her like a deluge. Her hips moved wildly, and his mouth captured her cries.
She slumped against him, small tremors running through her.
“Fuck, you are so goddamn beautiful, Harlow.” He tugged her hair hard and his gaze ran over her face, then he kissed her. It was slower, more deliberate, and left her heart racing.
Then he rose, lifting her like she weighed nothing. She clamped her legs around his lean waist.
His mouth was back on hers. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was filled with desperate hunger.
He strode inside.
Harlow kissed him back, wild for him. Eager to feel those strong hands on her again, to hear his masculine groans, and feel the heavy weight of him on her.
She wanted to be possessed by Easton Norcross.
She shimmied against the hard bulge in his trousers. He cursed and dropped her on the bed.
He was silhouetted by the golden glow from the terrace. He didn’t look like the handsome civilized businessman now. No, he looked ruthless. A pirate about to claim his spoils.
He leaned over her and gripped her dress. He pulled it off her with quick, impatient yanks.
There was hunger in his gaze as it roamed over her. She lay there in only her black lace bra and panties.
He straightened and unbuttoned his shirt. Harlow’s belly contracted. He pulled the fabric off.
Oh, hell . He was perfection. Hard, defined muscles covered in bronze skin. Intricate tattoos crossed his chest, and she was sure each image told a story. Fascinating tribal-like tattoos wound around his arms.
Then his hands were on her. He reached under her and her bra was gone.
“Fuck, you have gorgeous breasts.” He cupped one and she arched into him. Each stroke on her skin was an assault on her senses.
Then he gripped her panties. He shocked the hell out of her by ripping them off her.
She gasped. The heat in his gaze left her trembling, the need in her a hot, vicious thing.
He leaned over her, pinning her to the bed. His mouth on hers in a scorching, voracious kiss. She strained against him, loving the feel of that hard body on hers. She fumbled with the waistband of his trousers.
“Off,” she demanded.
“Not yet.” He bit her neck.
Sensation washed through her.
He moved lower, between her breasts. She arched like a bow.
“Easton—”
Then he nipped her belly. She turned mindless. She wanted him inside her. Now .
But he had other ideas.
He shoved her thighs apart. “Need to taste you, Harlow.”
Then his mouth was between her legs.
Oh, oh. Her hands clamped in his hair.
He sucked her clit, then licked up along her folds.
“So damn sweet.” She felt his warm breath on her sensitive skin. “Knew you would be.”
Then his mouth was back on her.
Harlow heard the desperate sounds she made—moans, gasps, cries.
Then her second climax hit her, leaving her gasping for air. “Easton!”
As pleasure flooded her body, she reached for his pants again. She got them open, and finally got his hard cock in her hand.
Oh, boy . It was long, thick and hard.
“Inside me, Easton. That’s where I need you.”
He left her for a second and she lost his cock. She made a sound of protest, then heard a drawer open and close, followed by the crinkle of foil. Then he moved over her, his face a feral mask of need.
He yanked her legs up, tight against his sides. She locked them against him and grasped his biceps.
Then with a snarl, he buried himself to the hilt inside her with one single thrust.
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Brutal, obsessive need pounded through Easton.
Harlow was wrapped around both his body and his cock.
Fuck. He gritted his teeth, afraid he might erupt on his first thrust.
He wanted her mindless beneath him. Wanted to watch her splinter apart. Hear her scream his name again.
“I’m the only man fucking you.” His voice was deep, guttural.
Her fingers bit into his skin, her cries sweet in his ears.
“Tell me you only want me, Harlow.” Fuck, he wasn’t usually possessive like this. She drove him crazy. “Tell me you want my cock, my hands, my mouth.”
“ Yes , Easton. Only you.”
He pushed back, rising off her, wanting to watch her take him. She lifted her arms above her head, her body on display, and with each thrust, her full breasts jiggled.
He saw her hands clench in the covers. Saw the way she took his cock deep. He growled and slid a hand down her body.
She made a husky mewl of sound. He found her clit and thumbed it.
“So sweet and hot, Harlow.”
Her eyes locked with his, her teeth biting on her lip.
“So beautiful.” He thrust hard. “Damn, I’m going to come soon.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
He groaned, and worked that swollen clit. He wanted her spasming around him when he poured himself inside her.
She gasped. Her body shaking. “Yes, there .”
He covered her again, his hips driving deep. “Take me, Harlow. All of me.”
Her nails raked his back.
With a brutal groan, Easton’s climax hit. His vision grayed. He growled her name as tidal waves of pleasure battered him.
When his head cleared, they were both sprawled on his bed, limp as cooked spaghetti.
Easton realized he hadn’t closed the terrace doors, and a cool breeze washed over them. He needed to get up and close them, and deal with the condom… As soon as he could feel his legs again.
He looked at the expanse of her smooth, elegant back. She was lying on her side and he stroked her, felt her tremble.
He curled around her and nuzzled her hair. “We’re lucky we survived that.”
She made a sleepy sound.
Easton smiled. He was feeling pretty fucking content. He kissed her shoulder. Her hair looked like a cloud of spun gold, and he fingered the silky strands.
“You alive?” he asked.
“Still evaluating. Is death by orgasm a thing?”
“I hope not.”
He finally mustered enough energy to get off the bed and stride to the doors. He closed them, then headed to the bathroom. When he returned, he found her watching his naked body unabashedly.
“See something you like, Ms. Carlson?”
“I like your body, Mr. Norcross. All hard and bronze and sexy.”
He pressed a knee to the bed. “Oh?”
She pulled him down and tumbled him onto his back. Then she straddled him.
Pleased, he cupped her breasts, flicking lazily at her nipples. Her fingers traced his ink across his pecs.
“No one suspects this is under your slick suits. And I’ve heard you speak French on the phone, all suave and elegant, but you’re not. You’re tough, protective, and strong.” She traced the tattoos on his chest. “When did you get these?”
“Started when I was in the Army. Still add the odd one every now and then. Keeps my mother fretting.”
Harlow lowered her head and kissed them.
“Are you hungry?” He fought not to roll her under him.
She licked his flat nipple. “Not for food.”
Desire reignited, flames licking at his gut. “I’m hungry.” He gripped her hips and yanked her upward.
She let out a little cry.
He pulled her until her thighs straddled his head.
“Grab the headboard, Harlow.”
She sucked in a breath, her hands curling around the metal bars.
Easton cupped her ass, then licked along the crease of her inner thigh.
Her body jerked.
His . He pulled her onto his mouth. She was soaked and smelled like heaven.
She tasted even better.
He licked her, and felt her thigh muscles quivering.
“ Easton . Yes, God, yes.” She undulated against his face.
“Like that, baby. Work yourself on my mouth. I’m so hungry for you.” He buried his face between her thighs.
She moved on him, grinding against his mouth, making husky, desperate sounds.
“I’m going to lick and suck until you come again, Harlow. Then while you’re still coming, I want you to find my cock, put a condom on me, then ride me.”
She moaned.
He clenched his fingers on her ass. “You hear me, Harlow?”
“Yes. Yes.”
She kept riding his face and he kept working her hard. He sucked that swollen clit, lapped at her sweetness.
His cock was a hard throbbing pain against his abs. He needed her so damn much.
“I could get addicted to this.” He sucked her clit between his lips.
Her body convulsed. She threw her head back and screamed, then bucked against him.
So damn beautiful.
Her body still shaking, she scooted back down his body. She found his cock, her smooth hand wrapping around his hardness.
Easton muttered a curse. When she pumped him once, he groaned. He fumbled to find the condoms he’d pulled out earlier. He handed her one.
It was torment to watch her open it, then slide the latex down his cock with single-minded focus. He groaned.
Then she lifted her hips, and lowered herself onto his cock, easing onto him, taking him inch by inch.
She moaned and pressed her hands to his chest.
Shit . Easton locked his muscles, fighting not to move, not to come.
Harlow sank the rest of the way, letting out a long moan, and taking all of him.
Easton gripped her hips. “God, you feel good. Made for me.”
“Easton.” She started moving. She rode him, gaining speed.
He felt sparks of lightning shoot down his spine. “Yes, like that.” His voice sounded like gravel. “You’re killing me, baby.”
She moaned, moving faster and faster.
She was so hot, the way she took him deep. He felt how wet she was.
“Not going to last.” He found her clit and rubbed it.
She rocked wildly, her pussy clamping down on him. Then she splintered apart again.
Her climax triggered his.
Easton gripped her ass, thrusting up. His guttural roar filled the room and he exploded inside her. “Harlow!”
The room blurred, then came back into focus. Harlow was lying limp on top of him. Her sweat-dampened skin stuck to his, her breath puffed against his neck.
He stroked down her back. He was sure his legs wouldn’t work this time. “Harlow?”
A small, feminine murmur. She snuggled against him and he realized that she’d fallen asleep.
He grinned at the ceiling, stroking her skin. She’d fallen asleep with his cock still inside her.
Easton liked that. He liked it a lot.