Trick - By Lori Garrett Page 0,54

starting stuff with me because you think I’m out sleazing it up. This is just a job, Gunner. A job I love. You just have to trust me.”

“I trust you,” I say. I do. But even if I didn’t, I’d tell the woman anything she wanted to hear right now just to make sure she didn’t stop touching me.

“Promise?” she asks.

“Promise, baby. I promise to always do whatever makes you happy.” God, I mean it.

“Good,” Harlow says. She smiles, then drops to her knees. She takes my dick into her perfect mouth and sucks on me hungrily.

“Oh, Jesus, Harlow, you’re a goddess.”

She takes me deeper into her mouth, while one hand strokes me softly. I knot my fingers into her hair and watch as she bobs back and forth. She lets out a small noise that sounds like a purr and the vibration on my dick drives me crazy.

“I am not going to last long, baby,” I say. I feel like a fifteen-year-old, but the sight of her like this—it’s impossible.

Harlow looks up with those gorgeous blues and locks eyes with me as I pump in and out of her mouth. Her tits bounce and I can see the perfect curve of her ass sticking out. I love that a skimpy pair of fishnets on those long dancer’s legs and a sky-high pair of heels are all that’s covering her body.

“That is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen in my life.”

She keeps her eyes and her mouth on me as she cups my balls and strokes me, then takes her free hand and reaches down to slowly rub her clit.

“You’re going to be the death of me, kitten,” I pant.

Harlow moans as she simultaneously pleasures both of us. I can’t take it anymore.

“I need you,” I say.

I scoop her up and slam her back onto my desk.

“Fuck me,” she murmurs.

“Baby, we may like it rough, but what you and I do is never a fuck. I love you too much for that.” I thrust into her, and know that this is exactly where I belong.

CHAPTER 13

HARLOW

“Well, I guess we could have gone home earlier like you wanted. It looks like the party has died down,” I say. The bar is still busy, but not nearly the flurry of people that were there before Gunner and I snuck off to his office.

“I know you wanted to enjoy the party, but I can’t say I regret the choice to have our own, uh, private soiree.” Gunner’s voice is low and sexy, just like it was when he was telling me how sexy I looked while we had sex on his office desk.

I grin and Gunner wraps a protective arm around me and pulls me close into his side.

“Where you been, little brother?” Ryker yells from behind the bar.

Gunner’s face falls and his body goes stiff. “What are you doing back there, Ry?”

“Jared looked beat. I told him to head out. Figured that was okay since you were here and all.”

Gunner runs his palm across the stubble on his cheeks. “Not cool, dude. You don’t even have a liquor license, I could get in major shit for that.”

“Sorry, bro,” Ryker says, throwing his hands up in surrender.

Gunner sighs. “Whatever, just get out of here. I’ll take care of the drinks. You’re about done, right?”

Ryker pulls his phone out of his back pocket and checks the time. “Hardly, brother, it’s still early!”

Gunner stares back at him. “No, you’re almost done for the night. Bro.”

Ryker glances back and forth between Gunner and I. “You’d think that hitting that fine piece of ass would make you less of a dickhole,” Ryker says.

Gunner wastes no time. He has Ryker by the shirt and is in his face before I blink.

“Gunner, calm down, he was just joking,” I say, pawing at Gunner to let his brother go.

Gunner releases the fist full of shirt, but doesn’t unlock his eyes from Ryker’s. “I said get out of my face. I’ll handle the drinks.”

“Whatever,” Ryker mutters and starts to walk away.

I smooth down Gunner’s t-shirt. “Oh, and Ryker,” Gunner calls. “My register better be to the penny.”

“Fuck off,” Ryker mutters under his breath as he stalks away.

“Gunner,” I say, my voice low and soothing. “You didn’t have to be so upset with him. He’s just having a good time.”

Gunner leaves my side to walk behind the bar, not making eye contact when he answers me.

“Ryker is nothing but trouble. We all are.”

I roll my eyes. “Alright, Exaggeration Hunt.”

“I mean it.”