“Good idea,” Harrison said and lifted me over his shoulder, striding back to his apartment.
“Harrison! Put me down!” I shouted, banging my fists against his back.
It only made him laugh.
“It's fucking cold outside. My dick’s getting frost bite.”
“My car—”
We entered the building and he went around the desk in the entrance and lifted a phone. “I need you to park a car please. Key is on the desk.”
I heard a sleepy voice on the other side agree to do it immediately.
“If someone steals my Beemer, I'm going to be seriously pissed off,” I huffed.
“Settle down. Baxter will be there in a minute. It's all good.” He chuckled as he pressed the elevator button. It was still on the ground floor, so it opened immediately. He stepped inside and let me slide down his torso, catching my mouth with his on the way. I tried to resist, tried to fight against his chest, but my traitorous body was enjoying it too much. By the time we got to the top floor, I’d melted into him and was kissing him back as hard as he was kissing me.
Finally he lifted his head. “That’s better.”
He walked us backwards out of the elevator into the apartment. The door was wide open. “You don’t know about my whip wielding skills, do you?” I teased. “Leaving doors wide open is a punishable sin—one can get spanked or whipped for doing that.”
His eyebrows rose. “Eva, don’t start what you can’t finish. I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to be on the other side. I may just grant you the chance to show me.”
Chapter Fifty-Six — Harrison
I woke to the sound of Eva talking softly in her sleep. Not able to make out the words, I just stared at her beautiful face. I couldn’t believe that she was here, in my arms and in my bed. Her leg was thrown over mine, and her hand rested on my ass.
With the back of my hand, I gently traced the outline of her face. Why had it taken me so fucking long to come around? All that precious time I'd wasted being bitter and angry when I could have had the most beautiful woman in the world right here all this time.
Her eyes fluttered open, instantly widening when she saw me. A deep pink color flushed over her skin when she realized her pussy was up against my thigh. I pushed the hair from her face and leaned down to kiss her, eager to suck at her lips.
She turned her face away. “Harrison, stop.”
I groaned. My cock couldn’t get enough of her. I'd fucked her twice more before we passed out from sheer exhaustion.
“I'm only getting started, baby,” I said as I pushed my stiffening cock into her hip.
“No more until we’ve talked. It's morning . . . and you promised.”
I kissed her forehead. “You’re right. But when it comes to you, my dick just wants more.”
She rolled away from me and I felt the loss like a smack in the head. Jesus, I’m addicted to her. I sat back against the headboard with my hands behind my head to stop myself from reaching for her. “Let’s get this talking over with so we can get back to fucking.” I grinned.
“No. After we talk, I'm out of here. I need to get to the office.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” I said, arching a brow at her. “Let’s take the day off. I'm sure we’ve both worked enough overtime to take a fucking week off. God knows, I haven’t taken a holiday in years.”
“Jade told me that’s because you’re married to your career.”
I pondered her words for a moment. “Yep, it’s true. But I'm working on changing that. I’ve discovered better things to do with my time than work extra hours.”
“Start talking, Harrison. Tell me what happened. And I'm a good listener, so don’t leave anything out.”
“Babe, it's a long story. I’ll fix us coffee first. You wait here.”
She sighed. “Make mine extra hot. I have a feeling we’re going to be a while.”
I padded my way to the kitchen and brewed two coffees in the expensive machine my mother had given me for my birthday—it hardly got used except when Savage came over. The rich aroma filled the kitchen as I buttered two croissants I’d defrosted while waiting.
Determined to tell Eva my whole story, fear gripped my insides as I realized that she could just as easily decide never to speak to me again. My mouth went dry as I imagined the possibility of her walking out that door forever. I hoped to God that she’d see my side of the story. It wasn’t pretty, and I was all kinds of fucked up because of it. I wouldn’t blame her if she took off without looking back.
Back in the bedroom, she’d slipped her camisole back on, but there was no way I was returning her panties. She’d propped herself against the pillows and smiled as I handed her coffee to her.