Trick - By Lori Garrett Page 0,53

the first time in a long time, I feel like actually am okay.

“We’re amazing.”

“And Rochelle?”

I take her hand and squeeze it in mine. “Rochelle and I understand each other.”

“So no rings?”

I cock my head to the side. “No, baby, no rings ever for her and I. And as for you and me...well, I can hope for someday.”

Harlow stands on her tiptoes and presses her mouth to mine.

“I love you,” she says on my lips.

“Harlow Mills, I never stopped loving you.”

I pull back just enough to see a smile creep across her face, and also to see Rochelle slipping out the front door to a waiting cab. I momentarily contemplate going after her, offering to drive her home, but it may just start shit with her all over again. Besides that, some tool in a suit is eyeing Harlow from across the room. I can feel his stare boring into her.

“Come on, let’s go to my office,” I say, pulling her behind me. “Do you have another performance?”

“Nope, I’m finished for the night.”

I close the door behind us, and lead her over to my desk. I sit down on top of it and pull her in between my legs, running my hands up and down her thighs, wondering what kind of panties she’s got under that tiny skirt.

“You want to head out, then?” I pull her earlobe into my mouth and nip at it with my teeth, hoping to entice her to leave with me. To get away from this group of assholes.

“ I do. But not yet,” she says.

“You’re killing me, Harlow.”

“I know.” She reaches up under my t-shirt and runs her palm over my chest, fingers splayed, tracing the contours and driving me fucking crazy. “I just have this rush from performing. I want to stay out a little longer. This night feels amazing! Please,” she coos, while she’s unzipping my pants.

“Fuck me, Harlow. You know I’m going to give you whatever you want, kitten. You want to stay, we’ll stay. I just don’t like the way all those assholes are looking at you.”

“Who cares,” she says. She gives my jeans a tug till they are at my knees. “They all know I’m here with you now.”

I like the sound of that.

“I know, but some of those jerks might not respect that.”

“They will. And if they don’t, I can take care of myself, you know. I did it for the last three years just fine.” Her voice wavers, though, and I feel like the moment is lost between us.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been there with you.”

“You’re here now,” she says. She unbuttons her silky blouse. I run my hands up her stomach, across her chest, then push the shirt off of her shoulders and unhook her black, lace bra.

“That I am,” I moan. I pull at the zipper on the back of her skirt and let the scrap of material fall, finally giving me a peek of what’s underneath. The black lace panties hug her ass in a way that should be illegal. “Let me see these, spin around.” I guide her, with my hands on her hips, in a circle. There’s a keyhole-shaped cutout on the back of them, tied together with a light pink bow. “These...” I swallow. “These are incredibly sexy. You are incredibly sexy.”

Harlow turns back to me, hooks her fingers in the sides and slides them down the length of her legs, then steps out of them. The woman of my fucking dreams is standing in front of me in nothing but fishnet knee-highs and high heels. I am not worthy, I know this for sure. I hop up off of the desk and try to pull her into me, but instead, she reaches inside my boxers and grips my dick, which is already throbbing at attention.

“So, I was thinking,” she says, staring up at me as she strokes me. “You’re going to have to back off when it comes to my work. This wasn’t the gig I thought it was going to be tonight, but it’s still a job. I need to get all of the experience I can now so that when I move to New York, I’ll have an entire resume, not just a pipe dream.”

“New York?” I grunt. I’m trying to pay attention, but god, this feels good.

“Yes. That’s my dream, you know that.”

“Mmhmm.”

“I want to make the move soon. And when I do, I hope you’ll come with me. But if you can’t right away, I don’t want you