Chapter 21
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
OLIVE
It’s late when something wakes me up. I lie still, listening. Trying to figure out what woke me. I suck in a breath to scream when I see a dark shadow in the doorway to my bedroom.
“It’s just me, angel.”
I let out the breath on a rushed sigh. In my sleep muddled brain, I forgot that I gave Harrison my spare key since he said he would be coming over late again.
“You scared me,” I accuse.
He crosses the room and kneels down beside me on the bed. “I’m sorry. Forgive me?” he asks with a sexy, totally forgivable smile.
I reach up and sift my fingers through his hair and pull him down to my lips for a chaste kiss. “Of course.”
He kisses me lightly then stands to undress. I watch his silhouette as he strips down to his boxers. I let out a happy sound when he crawls under the blankets with me and pulls me against his chest. He lets out a deep sigh as I cuddle against him.
“Rough day?”
“You have no idea,” he mutters.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
With his hands on my hips, he pulls me on top of him so I’m straddling his waist. “I don’t feel much like talking,” he says, rolling his hips so that I can feel his erection pressing against my core.
“Definitely doesn’t feel like you want to talk.” He pulls me down for a deep, hard kiss. “Talking is overrated,” I gasp.
“Mmm,” he agrees, kissing me again. And again.
As quick as a flash, Harrison has me on my back, my panties off, and my shirt pushed up over my breasts.
His lips encircle one turgid peak. I arch my back into his touch, loving the feel of him as he teases my body.
Just that one small touch has me careening towards the edge of release.
Who knew I could get so turned on with just a little attention to my nipples?
I whimper when he pulls away, then let out a low moan of approval when just as quick he’s kneeling between my legs, his condom-covered cock poised at my entrance.
Achingly slow, he pushes inside me, filling me with his thick cock.
My walls stretch around him, and I wonder if I will ever get used to feeling him inside me.
Can one get used to being so close to another person?
Harrison slowly picks up the pace until I can’t think anymore. His cock shuttling in and out until the room is filled with the slapping of our skin and low moans of pleasure.
“Harrison,” I gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive place.
“There?” he asks through gritted teeth.
I nod my head because yeah… there… so very there. My eyes cross when he hits the spot again… and again… and again. My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, crushing me under its tumultuous ocean. I scream out my release, calling Harrison's name.
He groans my name as his cock jerks inside me, filling the condom.
We both collapse to the bed panting. I wonder if sex is always like this or if it’s just him.
If it’s always like this, I’ve been seriously missing out.
A small voice inside me says it’s just Harrison and that I am very much past casual in my feelings for him.
I’m not sure how many times we reach for each other in the night, but it’s late when I wake up in bed alone.
I run my hand over the cold sheets where Harrison slept beside me last night, and my heart aches at not having him to wake up to.
I pull on one of Harrison’s shirts—he’s getting quite the collection of clothes left behind at my place—and head to the kitchen for coffee.
A smile spreads across my face when I see the note Harrison left me.
Hated leaving you in bed. Meet me for lunch at noon at Ridgeway?
HJ
A little spurt of happiness flows through me at the idea of meeting Harrison in the middle of the day for lunch.
Silly, I know, but for the last several days, it’s just been him here late at night—sleeping and well…
sex. I miss him. If it’s possible to miss a person you have either seen or talked to every day.
A quick look at the clock tells me I have two hours until I’m supposed to meet him. I decide to take a bath and soak my achy body. Not that I’m complaining, mind you, a girl just needs to get used to a man with the kind of stamina Harrison has.
After my bath, I put lotion on every inch of my skin, making it silky smooth.
I dress in my favorite skinny jeans and a blouse that shows just a hint of cleavage.
I take my time doing my makeup and hair.
By the time I’m done, it’s time to leave.
I couldn’t have timed it more perfectly if I tried. Now I don’t have to wait around.
I grab my purse and run back to my room for my phone. I frown when I see a text notification from Harrison.
Have to cancel, angel. Work is a shitshow. Dinner instead?
My shoulders hunch, and I instantly feel like the wind was taken out of my sails. It only takes me a minute to make my decision. If Harrison can’t come to lunch, lunch will come to him. I toss my phone in my purse and head to The Villa for tacos.
It’s not until I get inside Harrison’s building and am being guided up to his office that I start to question my decision to just drop in on him.
Before I can talk myself out of bringing him his lunch, I straighten my shoulders and get on the elevator.
I push the button for the top floor. Butterflies take flight in my stomach, and I chew my bottom lip nervously.
The elevator dings as the doors open, and I find myself in a posh office area. An older woman sits at a large desk in front of double doors that I assume house Harrison’s office.
“Can I help you?” the woman asks with a kind smile.
“Yes, I’m here to see Harrison James.”
Her smile widens kindly. “Do you have an appointment?”
I chew my bottom lip filled with nerves again. “No… we… um… we had a lunch date, and he had to cancel. I thought maybe I would bring him lunch instead.”
If I thought her smile was wide before, it’s sunshine bright now. “How sweet of you. Mr. James is in a meeting, but it should be finishing soon. Have a seat. Would you like something to drink?”
“No, thank you.”
“Just let me know if you change your mind,” she says before going back to her work.
Barely five minutes pass before the big double doors open—a very attractive, but cocky-looking man exits, followed by a beautiful woman. The man leers at me as he passes and the woman sneers, obviously finding me lacking.
She’s tall with long brown hair. Her business suit fits her like a glove and is just this side of professional.
She’s gorgeous. She’s my exact opposite.
I suddenly feel frumpy sitting here in my jeans and shirt.
I felt good leaving my apartment, and this woman just stabbed right through that thought, reminding me that I’m from an entirely different world from this one.
I mean, not only am I wearing jeans and sandals, but I brought a millionaire cheap tacos for lunch. Tacos he admitted to liking, I remind myself. The woman gives me one more dirty look then leaves with the well-dressed man.
“You can go in now,” the assistant says.
I straighten my shoulders and walk toward the closed doors. I lightly knock and jump when Harrison barks for me to come in.
Yikes.
I slowly open the door and peek inside, half expecting Harrison to throw something at the doors like I’ve seen in the movies.
Thankfully he doesn’t. He’s just sitting behind a massive desk that is covered with papers, and he’s running his hands through his hair.
He looks up as I step into the room, and his pinched expression is replaced with a smile of relief.
“Olive, angel, what are you doing here?” he asks, standing from his chair and closing the distance between us.
“I brought lunch.” I hold up the bag full of greasy tacos.
He wraps me up in his arms and gives me a kiss…
a hot kiss, one that I feel down to my toes.
He pulls away and presses a kiss to the tip of my nose.
A sweet gesture that has those butterflies back in my stomach.
For someone who came off as arrogant the first time we met, he’s anything but. He’s been nothing but sweet to me.
“Well, I just wanted to drop this off. I won’t keep you,” I say, handing him the bag.
He grabs the bag and drops it on a side table by the door and pushes it closed and locks behind me. “Maybe I want to keep you,” he growls, caging me in against the door.
“Maybe I want to be kept,” I pant, arousal flooding my system as he gets even closer.
Our lips crash together, and all thoughts of lunch are thrown out the window.
He trails kisses down my neck and down along the curves of my breasts.
I gasp when he tweaks my nipple through my shirt.
Then he’s got the shirt up and off, followed quickly by my bra.
His lips fall to my breasts, sucking and nipping at my nipples before licking away the twinge of hurt.
“Harrison,” I gasp. “We shouldn’t do this here.”
“Why not?” he asks, kissing his way down my stomach until he’s kneeling in front of my working the buttons on my jeans open.
I gasp when he slides them down my legs, taking my panties with them. “Because you’re at work… this is…”
“This is exactly what I want for lunch… you.” The words are a low growl as he presses his mouth to my pussy. My head thuds back against the door, and my hands thread through his hair, holding him to me as he eats me right here in his fancy office.
I don’t know if it’s just because he’s talented or the naughtiness of doing this in his office—a public place—but I’m more turned on than ever.
I let out a quiet squeal when Harrison stands and throws me over his shoulder.
My jeans are still tangled around my ankles.
I stumble a little when he sets me on my feet, but he’s quick to steady me.
He spins me around and pushes me down over his desk.
“I’m going to fuck you right here on my desk.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Fuck me.”
I hear his zipper and the tear of a condom, then he’s right there, pushing deep into me from behind. I gasp as he hits the end of me. He slowly pulls out then pushes back inside. I let out a low moan, my pussy clinging to him as he rocks into me.
“You feel so damn good.” He thrusts back into me harder and harder until his abs are slapping against my ass.
Harrison grips my hips and does exactly what I asked of him… he fucks me.
We chase our releases at the speed of light.
His hand covers my mouth as I come on a scream muffling my sounds.
He follows me soon after, groaning his own release.
He presses a kiss between my shoulder blades and stands, pulling me along with him as he sits in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
We sit silently as our breaths return to normal.
“Best lunch ever,” he murmurs in my ear, kissing me lightly.
“You haven’t even eaten it yet.”
“I had my dessert first.” My cheeks turn pink at that, but I’m pleased as much as I’m embarrassed.
I quickly dress while Harrison fixes his suit. He looks just as handsome and put together as he did when I first got here. Well, his hair is a little more mussed, but otherwise, he looks perfect. I try to straighten my shirt, but it’s horribly wrinkled, and there's nothing I can do to fix it.
“You look beautiful,” Harrison says, pulling me into his arms.
I shake my head with a laugh. “No, I look like I’m doing a nooner walk of shame. Is that even a thing?”
His eyes narrow as he looks at me, then he’s pulling me into his arms and kissing me soundly. When our lips part, he tucks my hair behind my ear. “You’re gorgeous, angel. Don’t let anyone, not even yourself, tell you otherwise.”
My cheeks heat with a blush. It feels like I’m always blushing around Harrison. Not that I mind, it’s hard not to be dazzled by his compliments and the way he devours me with his eyes.
“Thank you,” I murmur.
He presses another light kiss to my lips. “Never thank me for the truth.”
Pleasure ricochets through me at his words, followed by a wave of fear. I’ve managed to give this man a piece of my heart, and I can easily see myself giving the whole thing to him. All I can do is hope that he’s not careless with it. Maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way as I do…