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begging him to fuck me.

When he finally eased his finger from me and reached for a condom, I rolled onto my elbows and knees and pressed my forehead against a pillow, but he picked me up and tossed me onto my back. He wasn’t about to let me hide, and I actually loved the fact that he took charge. Then he parted my legs with his hands on the back of my knees and sank his cock into me.

There was no more worrying or second-guessing after that. All that remained was pleasure and sensation and Harper. He put my ankles on his shoulders and fucked me hard, leaning in so his face was right above mine as he murmured, “You feel so good, Phee.” I couldn’t have formed a sentence if I’d tried. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let myself get totally lost in him.

When he was close to finishing, he reached between us and began jerking me off. It didn’t take much to push me over the edge, and I came so violently that everything went out of focus. He came a few moments later, crying out as he bucked into me.

Afterwards, I did my best impression of a jellyfish washed up on the beach by lying there like a gelatinous blob and gasping for air. He seemed somewhat less destroyed, because he tumbled out of bed and said, “Back in a minute,” as he headed to the bathroom. The most I could manage was grabbing a fistful of tissues and wiping the cum from my stomach.

He returned a minute or two later, and I fully expected him to retreat to his bedroom. Instead, he picked up the duvet from the floor, climbed into bed with me, and tucked us in. He kissed my cheek and murmured, “That was amazing, Phee.” Then he draped his arm across my chest and fell fast asleep.

I was sure I’d regret the hell out of sleeping with Harper. For now though, I shoved aside those first few tendrils of remorse, curled up against him, and let myself enjoy his warmth as I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 3

The sound of my phone beeping woke me the next morning. I slipped out of bed and found it in the pocket of my jeans, and then I glanced at Harper, or more specifically, his bare ass. He’d thrown the covers off during the night, and he was face-down and sleeping soundly.

There were several texts and a voicemail, all from the same number. I’d reserved a car service for that morning, and apparently our driver was waiting downstairs and messaging every three minutes. It took my sleep-addled brain a few moments to process that, and then I yelled, “Shit, we overslept! Get up Harper, we’re going to be late.”

He raised his head and mumbled, “Huh?”

“I said we’re late! Go take the quickest shower of your life, and don’t put on your suit. We’ll take it with us to the studio.”

“Late for what?”

The fact that he was literally moving at sloth speed was making me crazy. “Rehearsal for the Tommy Allen special!”

“Oh. Right.” He sat up and scrubbed a hand over his short hair, which made it stick up in rough spikes. “I need coffee.”

“You can have some when we get to the set. Please get up, Harper. I’m begging you.”

“I don’t think you understand. My need for caffeine is medicinal, not recreational. Also, wow do I have a headache. How much tequila did I drink last night?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.” I threw a pillow at him and yelled, “Shower, Harper. Now!”

He just sat there as the pillow bounced off his head. Then he said, “You’re cranky in the morning. Also, do you know you have condoms sticking to you?”

I quickly sent a text to let the driver know we’d be downstairs in fifteen minutes, then looked down at myself and spotted two condoms in their wrappers, which were stuck to my stomach. There were dozens more scattered over the floor and quite a few in the bedding. I didn’t have time to pick them up, and I felt my cheeks warming as I imagined housekeeping discovering them.

As I peeled off the two that were sticking to me, I muttered, “Oh hell no,” because Harper started to lie down again.

I grabbed his ankle and tried to physically drag him off the mattress, which really didn’t work. But he finally said, “Okay, okay, I’m up,” and climbed out of bed. Then he wiggled his brows