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  “Why didn't you come inside of me?” I finally chanced to whisper.

  “Baby.” He pressed a kiss to my lips. “I had to mark what was mine first.”

  7

  Hammer

  “Is your pussy wet?” I twisted her nipple again. She swallowed as she watched me, not answering. “Tell me.”

  “So fucking wet,” she moaned and trailed one hand down her body. My eyes flared when it dipped between her glistening thighs. Her gorgeous gaze hung heavy on mine before she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and breathed, “Daddy, will you kiss my pussy? It needs you.”

  “Fuck.” I dropped to my knees and pulled her swollen lips to my face. Her pussy glistened with arousal and had my mouth watering. “Fuck, keep going, that’s fucking gorgeous.” I leaned in a little closer, dragged my nose up the line of her inner thigh, nipped and bit into her flesh.

  Her fingers swirled in her juices as she worked her clit in slow, lazy circles.

  “I can smell your sweet cunt.” I ran my nose up to her fingers and inhaled, the smell of her arousal intoxicating me. “Better than any scent that can be bought.”

  I ran my fingers between her lips and plunged one inside, her hot wet heat surrounding my finger.

  “Come here.” I hiked one leg up over my shoulder and her hands flew into my hair, fisting and holding me to keep her balance as I thrust another finger inside her and attached my lips to her clit.

  I pulled and sucked on the hardened bundle of nerves, and thrust my fingers in and out of her until my desire for her nearly exploded. I was reduced to the five senses of sex. Her taste on my tongue. The sounds of her moans in my ear. The silky feel of her body against my fingers. The sight of her olive skin pinking up with arousal. The smell of her sex filling my nostrils.

  I was surrounded by Harper. I’d died and gone straight to heaven. Her pussy pulsed and she came around me in a scream as her hands fisted in my hair. I sucked and slowed my tongue, lapping up her arousal. I ran my nose up the center of her body, nipped at her hips, dipped into her navel, traced my tongue along the curve of her breast and the sharp line of her collarbone, before landing on her lips and sinking myself inside her. Fucking bliss, right here inside of her.

  She scratched at my shoulders, ran her nails down my back as I bit through the pain and sank in and out of her. I murmured in her ear how fucking hot she felt around my dick. How tight she fisted at me. How beautiful and sensual and so fucking sexy my baby was.

  I sucked on her nipples and teased the hardened peaks with my teeth, nipping just before I pulled away so she arched and cried and her pussy came in a wave around me. I grunted as I plunged into her, before sucking at the flesh under the curve of her breast. I wanted to leave a mark. I wanted to redden her up and leave a bruise so she would feel me in the morning.

  I heaved and thrust until I stilled inside her, her heels biting into my ass cheeks, her arms thrown above her head as her body heaved in deep breaths full of fresh air.

  We could push away the flirting before, but being with her, inside of her, neither one of us would ever be the same.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged, and my cock throbbed.

  “Almost there, sweet Harper.” I leaned over her body, bit at the soft flesh of her neck, nipping hard enough to leave a mark. She squeaked before I pulled out and collapsed back on the reading sofa, her thick thighs cradling my face as I lapped at her sweet entrance.

  She hummed and moaned with pleasure as I kneaded the flesh of her sexy ass cheeks. Without thinking, I snaked one palm between her breasts and forced my index finger past her lips. “Suck me.”

  She did as I ordered, my finger swirling past the lips and around with her tongue until it was hot and wet. Without asking her permission, I slipped my hand between her cheeks and used the lubed finger to probe her asshole.

  She gasped and squirmed.

  “Think your ass is ready for me?”

  “No,” she whispered.

  “No?” I slid my hands down her crack to finger at the swollen lips of her pussy. “Rock against my face. Relax. Feel how much you like me filling you.”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she chorused, hips moving quickly against my mouth. “More.”

  She dragged her sexy pussy across my lips until I felt her thighs begin to slowly tremble. I pushed my index finger to the second knuckle and she split, screaming softly at my ear as she soaked my face in hot squirts of her arousal.

  “Oh my God, what just happened?” Her soft mouth popped open.

  “You just made me the happiest man alive and squirted all over my face, beautiful.”

  “I wanted you in my ass.” She pouted softly.

  “Baby… Did you like my fingers inside you?” I asked as I massaged my thumb at her rear entrance. She nodded fiercely before pushing her ass back against my palm to encourage me further. “You really think you’re ready? I don’t want to push you.”

  I pushed the tip of my thumb against her entrance and she nodded again. “Harper, you gotta tell me.” She moaned but didn't answer. I smoothed one palm along her ass, my dick throbbing hard and bouncing against her ass cheeks. “Just relax. Relax.” I swirled, sucked my own finger into my mouth and then used it for lube at her tight entrance. I fingered her clit, ran my digits through her swollen lips before slowly easing my larger-than-average cock into her tight back entrance.

  She sucked in deep breaths as her body tensed. “Relax, sweet Harper.”

  I repeated the reassurances as I eased myself into her ass. A feral groan fell over her lips when I sank inside of her. “That’s it, beautiful girl.”

  Harper and I had been pushing the limits of our flirtation since we'd met. What we had was never innocent, even if it had all been in our minds. A woman far beyond her young years, she’d been undoing me from the start, even when she didn't know it.

  But now, this thing between us was as real as it came.

  My raging hard cock fisted in one hand, I eased in and out of her back entrance slowly, as I devoured the soft flesh of her neck between my lips. I tugged from the base to the tip of my dick, pumping up and down my length slowly, prolonging my release, increasing my pleasure. “I've been waiting a lifetime for you. I won’t let you forget that.”

  My tongue shot up and licked the sweet flesh before I suctioned my lips against her skin and pulled. I sucked and tugged, before nipping with my teeth. A guttural noise made its way past her lips. She arched and moaned, twisted, but I held her hips in my grip, her thighs wrenched apart, pussy on display and dripping wet as I slow-fucked her ass.

  I gathered the wetness from her pussy and swirled it on her skin to make sure I had enough slip to make this pleasurable for her.

  “Fuck, I need you. Harder, everywhere. Hammer, you feel so amazing.” She twisted her body again as I continued to dance my fingertips along her pussy ever so lightly. I was driving her insane with want. I chuckled as she squirmed, seeking release, her head thrown back. Her head popped up, her green eyes flicked open, haunted and animalistic, as if she were out for blood. “I hate you, you keep teasing me with your talented fingers,” she growled.

  “I don't believe you.” I ducked my head into her neck and kissed along her collarbone. I drew long sucks as I continued to deny her orgasm, barely moving inside of her ass now. “Patience, sweet Harper.”

  Her pelvis worked circles against my thighs as I nipped at the skin, held the flesh between my teeth for just two seconds before releasing and moving to another place. I waited till that almost coppery taste began to land on my taste buds. The flavor that told me I’d bitten her just enough.

  “Fuck…” She arched before managing to thrust and push me deeper into her ass. She was rubbing, finding, searching, seeking, desperate for release. I groaned as I fisted at the flesh of one of her tits. She sucked in a rush of a breath before her body tensed, her heels dug into my ass, and then she sagged against me. Her legs fell from around my waist. I smiled into her neck when I realized she’d just gotten off.


  Now was the time. Now was perfect.

  “Not over yet, love,” I held her thighs in my hands and thrust as hard and fast as I could. I was relentless. Punishing. I needed her. And the fuck of it was, she held my gaze the entire time, moaning.

  She captivated me.

  “Jesus, you're so hot and wet, you like when I leave marks all over your body?” I slid one hand up her stomach, between the beautiful globes of her tits and then landed at her neck. My beautiful red love bites like a necklace, a collar she’d have to hide tomorrow; there was no way she could cover those up with makeup, just fucking let her try.

  A string of yeses fell from her lips when I gripped at her tits, as they bounced with every thrust of my body. She screamed and panted and came in a torrent around my dick. “Please come in my ass, Daddy. I need to feel you filling me.”

  “Jesus, Baby Girl.” My cock shot off and my orgasm fired through my body, waves of pleasure overtaking me, sagging me, making my legs jelly, my arms limp as I emptied into her ass. “Next time,” I hissed, sucking at her earlobe, “Daddy’s going to empty himself in this sweet pussy and leave you nice and full.”

  “So…” She hummed a few moments later. “How are we going to get out of here?”

  She crawled into my arms, hair glistening with sweat and looking more beautiful than ever before.

  “Done with me already?” I teased.

  “I’ll never be done with you. But we can’t hide out in the library forever.” She batted me in the chest and giggled. I loved hearing her laugh, I wanted to listen to it for the rest of my life.

  “As much as I want to bend you over and spank that pretty ass of yours, we need to get dressed before my guys get here. Because if they got a glimpse of any piece of exposed flesh, I might be going to jail for murder.”

  “Can you drop me off at home?” she asked.

  “I don’t think I can drive you back to L.A. right this minute,” I said, watching her tits again, craving to suck those perfect nipples between my teeth.

  “Damn, Jessie. How are you hard already?”

  “It’s you,” I said, thrusting my hard cock towards her open hot hand.

  “Mmmm. I can’t wait to have this in my mouth again, Daddy. I want to feel that hot cum all the way in the back of my throat.”

  “I’m going to make your ass so red for acting like a little brat,” I said as I grabbed her hand and held it behind her back.

  “I hope that’s a promise, Daddy.”

  Just then my phone buzzed. I swiped the screen to life, reading the text message. Caller id said it was caller unknown, maybe its campus security trying to cover up their mistake.

  Did the librarian taste as sweet as she looks?I’ve had my eye on her for a while. She didn’t seem to like my correspondence. But that didn’t mean you could take my toy away! She belongs to me!

  “What the fuck is this?” I grit.

  “What?” She leaned closer, but I locked the screen before she could see anything.

  “Has someone been leaving you notes, Harper,” I asked, trying to remain calm. “You didn’t say anything to me about them. I can’t keep you safe if I don’t know what’s going on.”

  “I thought it was just my imagination, someone playing a prank,” she whispered.

  I tried to keep my voice low and steady. I didn’t want to upset or scare her more than she probably already was. “I’m going to need to see these notes, baby girl. This is a dangerous situation. He is escalating, locking us in here and then texting me. Where did you find the notes and how often were they left for you?”

  “What was the message?” Fear widened her eyes.

  “It doesn’t matter, what it means is I’m going to kill whoever sent that message.”

  Chapter 8

  Harper

  “Mr Hot stuff is coming back to town tonight?” Silver asked, stretched out on the sofa with a book in her hand.

  “He is,” I said as I put my sandals on my feet. Jessie had gone to L.A. and I’d continued studying until I passed the bar this week. He’d assigned three plain-clothes bodyguards to sit outside my classes and apartment and watch me when he couldn’t. “He insisted on flying back into town to celebrate.” I offered, thinking about the weeks of texting and Facetime we’d done since he’d left. I hadn't told Silver about the weird text message, only made Hammer promise me that he’d have someone keeping an eye on Silver too, just in case.

  “You gonna get some of that Daddy dick?” Silver asked, wagging her eyebrows at me. “Get it girl!”

  I laughed, thankful for her sense of humor as I grabbed one of the pieces of clothing on the armchair and threw it at her.

  “You can’t get mad at a girl for asking. I was fanning myself after your retelling of the library night.”

  “I knew I shouldn’t have told you anything.”

  “I’m your best friend. You have to tell me when you lose your virginity. So where are you going tonight? Cause you look like you're dressed to give someone a heart attack.”

  I looked down at my dress. A black lace number with cut outs at my midriff and back. Three months ago I would never have thought about ever wearing it. I would have been too worried about my muffin top or the extra weight on my back, but now I felt incredibly sexy and the dress looked amazing. And the reason I felt like that was all thanks to Jessie. He made me feel powerful, sexy, and so completely beautiful.

  “It’s pretty hot, isn’t it? I hope Jessie will like it.”

  “Like it? If the man doesn't rip it off you the second he sees you, he doesn't have a damn heartbeat,” Silver said, giggling. “I'm so green with envy. I can’t wait until I meet my Mr. Right.”

  “What’s going on between you and Cole?” I asked, feeling a pang of guilt being so deliriously happy when my best friend wasn’t.

  “Cole is Cole,” she said, shrugging her shoulders, “but tonight is all about you.”

  I crossed the room to the couch and sat down beside her. “You’re amazing, and if that man can’t see it then it’s his loss.”

  “I know, I’m pretty fabulous, aren’t I?”

  “You are. You’re the best,” I said, putting my arms around her. At that moment the doorbell rang and Silver pushed away from me.

  “Alright, alright. Enough with the pity party. Get going.”

  “I always like seeing you in a suit,” I said, sipping champagne that Jessie insisted on ordering.

  He leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I always just like seeing you.”

  When we got to Francois, he insisted on sitting in one of the red velvet booths. Francois was one of the best French restaurants in New York City. Three Michelin stars and a wait list that usually took two years. It was the best of the best and only the wealthiest people in the city could afford to eat there.

  “This is a really fancy place. I’m not sure if my passing the bar is worthy of this place.”

  “Sweetheart, you're worthy of everything.” He raised a spoonful of crème brûlée to my lips. I took the bite and closed my eyes, relishing the perfect creamy texture and taste. It felt like a burst of perfect flavors combusting in my mouth. “I’ve had my guys digging into that text message, I’ve got an informant at the cell company that traced the text to a local number. As soon as we had GPS coordinates I sent a few of my toughest guys...let’s just say he won’t be sending any more text messages.”

  “Jessie, what did you do?”

  “What I had to to protect you, baby, that’s all you need to know. And we aren’t here to just celebrate your amazing academic achievements.”

  “Oh,” I asked, “what else is going on?”

  That’s when Jessie slid out of the booth, taking my hand and asking me to stand. Once I was on my feet, he bent down on one knee. I gasped as every single eye at the restaurant fell on us.

  “Harper, I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you. You’re the sunshine on my rainy days, the moon in my night. I never thought you would be mine but I’m so glad you are.
I love you more than anything in this world, even my own life. I know I’m older and you have so many other options, but I would be the happiest man on earth if you’d agree to be my wife.”

  My hand went to my mouth as I looked at the giant diamond ring in his hand, then I looked at the beautiful man in front of me. The man I’d loved since I was seventeen years old. The man who’d always been there, helping, supporting and giving me the room to grow. He’d given me the time, because he knew that’s what I needed. To grow, live and make sure I knew what I wanted. But while he’d been patient he’d been my everything.

  “Yes. Jessie, yes!” I shouted, a little louder than I should have. The whole restaurant erupted in cheers, and the clapping of hands was deafening, but all I could see or hear was Jessie. The only man I’d ever loved and ever would love. I jumped into his arms, feeling his strength surround me. “I love you more than every fairytale romance on the shelves of my library.

  He laughed, “well, that’s a pretty high standard for me to live up to, but I’ll do my best.”

  “You’re my true-blue prince charming, Jessie McKenzie.”

  “Baby, I’ve got a reputation to uphold, you’re making me sound soft.”

  I giggled. “You’re anything but soft, Daddy.”

  Epilogue-Two Year Later

  Hammer

  “I love this house,” my wife said as we stood outside the front door to a two-story brownstone in Brooklyn. I wanted to move us into a fancy penthouse in New York City, but Harper was dead set against it. She kept going on and on about how she wanted a bigger sense of community for our son or daughter. So I found this house and redid the inside as a surprise.

  I didn’t want her worried about anything while she was carrying our child. I’d already had to neutralize one threat to her life, I was prepared to do anything to keep her out of harm’s way. She didn’t know I’d killed for her, I didn’t think I could handle the look in her eyes when she found out I was an even harder man that she thought.The man who was stalking her had gotten a job with campus security to get close to her. When I pushed to get the university’s business, he decided to step up his timeline. He had paid one of the other security guards to lock the door of the conference room. Then he was going to swoop in and rescue Harper before kidnapping her. What he didn’t plan on was me being locked in there with her. I didn’t like to think about how close I had come to losing her.