“I don’t see it,” he whispers. “All I see is you.”
Oh.
Before I can respond, Chris Collins presses his lips to mine.
A warmth spreads through me and my body seems to float above the warehouse floor.
The kiss is tender and passionate, and it makes my toes tingle.
I can hear the police sirens in the distance and the cries of the wounded men outside. But all I feel is this moment.
I melt into him, savoring the feeling of his tongue and the way his body feels against mine.
This kiss is different from the ones we’ve shared before. It’s more than just two people sharing a moment.
It feels like a promise, like a beginning, like a future.
And as Chris Collins pulls away and looks into my eyes, I know I am exactly where I belong.
Someone next to us clears their throat and Chris nods at me.
“Close your eyes,” he tells me.
Thinking about my safety, he lifts the cuffs over my head just in time for my dad to punch him in the face.
Chris stumbles backward, and I step between them.
I’ve never seen my dad this angry.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he yells, pointing over my shoulder as I try to keep him back.
“Calm down,” I plead.
“Answer me!” my dad screams at Chris.
“I think it was pretty clear,” Chris says.
Great. That’s not helpful.
“What the fuck did you just say?” my dad snarls.
“Stop!” I shout, pushing him backward. “Just stop!”
“Then explain yourself!” my dad demands.
“I love him!” I yell, the admission echoing in the empty warehouse. “I love him, Dad.”
His eyes grow wide as he stares at Chris.
“My daughter just said she loves you?” he mumbles.
“Yeah,” Chris says behind me. “I heard her.”
“And do you love her?” my dad asks him.
He won’t say it back. He prefers to show it.
Chris pauses, and I hear his heavy sigh behind me.
“I’d die for her in a heartbeat,” he says.
I knew he wouldn’t say it.
“You have my word I’ll keep her safe, Mark. And I don’t break promises.”
My dad looks so conflicted as he bites his lip and shakes his head.
“You better not fuck this up and hurt her.”
“I won’t,” Chris says.
“Hereally won’t,” I add.
My dad flattens his suit jacket and walks up to me.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” he says, side-hugging me. “I might not show it sometimes, but I love you, honey.”
“I know you do,” I say, hugging him back.
My dad then extends his arm and shakes his best friend’s injured hand.
“Thanks for saving her, dipshit. And Imeant what I said. One wrong move…”
Chris nods. “I know.”
Shaking his head like he can’t believe what’s happened, my dad kisses my hair then marches to the door.
“What a fucking night,” Chris sighs, leaning against the wall.
“Yeah,” I agree. “Are you really not going to London?”
“Nope. Fuck London. You’re the only thing I care about now.” He raises an eyebrow when I bite my lip. “What? You going to accuse me of calling you a ‘thing’ now?”
“A little,” I giggle. “Still can’t say it, can you?”
His jaw twitches. “I prefer toshow it.”
“I know,” I say, smirking at his bound wrists.
“What are you thinking?” he asks.
I smile at him.
“I’m thinking that those handcuffs are making me want to go back to my house right now.”
Chris grins and stands tall.
“A-fucking-men to that,” he says. “Let’s go…”
THIRTY-TWO
Harper
Wearing a black silk blindfold, my heart is beating all over my body as Chris Collins leads me up the staircase. I hear the creak of my bedroom door swinging open, and he pulls me to the bed.
Intrigue got the better of me two nights ago, so I spent the evening reading all about the kinds of things Chris is into.
“I’m ready for you, Daddy,” I say with a nervous breath.
“Wow,” Chris whispers. “I thought you couldn’t get any more perfect, and every time you surprise me.”
I gasp when he grips the bodice of my sequin dress and drags it down my stomach.
“Holy shit,” he pants as I step out of the gown.
Wearing black panties and no bra, this is the most naked I’ve ever been in front of a guy. Bryan and I obviously had sex, and I wasn’t a virgin when I met him, but it was always lights off and under the bedsheets.
Now I’m open and vulnerable under an experienced man’s eyes, and it’s making me hornier than I’ve ever felt.
“You’re fucking perfect, Harper,” he says, sliding his hand inside my panties.
My hips jerk and my knees quiver as he slides them down my legs.
“Oh, God,” I purr as he trickles kisses over my hips.
Chris nips and bites a trail to the lips of my sex, tracing a slow path with his tongue, working me until a shiver races through me. He sucks harder, making me tremble as I drag my fingers through his hair.
“I want to see you,” I moan.
“Then take off the blindfold,” he says, his words muffled against my thighs.
He kisses a path to my swollen clit and takes me into his mouth. I push the blindfold past my forehead and stare at the top of his head as he devours my sensitive flesh, swirling his tongue around my bud while his long finger slides inside me.
Tightening my grip while he hums and purrs against me, his expert tongue drives me to the edge of a cliff, and I fall apart.
Every lick keeps the ecstasy going, detonating in every cell inside me before peaking and intensifying again.
“You taste so good,” he moans into me.
“Fuck!” I scream, my hips grinding against his face as I try to pull him closer. “Oh God! I think I’m gonna…”
My words drown inside this flash flood of pure pleasure.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.