But I’ve never felt less in control in my life.
I’m scrollingthrough my phone, trying not to think about Harper sleeping in the other room, when she bursts through my door without knocking.
“A car just pulled up outside,” she says, and I look up to find her breathless, beautiful, and?—
She pauses just inside the doorway, and something in her expression shifts when she sees me on the bed.
Fuck.Focus, Graham.
“It’s our guys. Well, my friend Isaak’s security guys. You’re safe.”
I see her shoulders visibly relax.
“So they’ll just… what? Stay stationed out front?”
“And a guy out back, too.”
Harper’s whole body seems to shudder, as if the adrenaline is finally leaving her system. She’s been holding it together all day, being strong for her kid, but now?—
“Pretend I’m not here,” she says suddenly, and flips off my overhead light.
I frown at her in the semi-darkness. My bedside lamp is still on, though, so I can see the way her eyes have gone dark, and the way her hips sway as she moves closer to my bed, biting her bottom lip.
Uhhhh… My mouth goes dry as she approaches with a liquid grace I remember from a thousand fevered teenage fantasies. Her fingers find the hem of her shirt.
“Get under the covers, Caleb. And close your eyes.”
Then she pulls her shirt off over her head.
Jesus Christ.
My brain short-circuits. Years of wanting her, dreaming about her, and now she’s standing at the foot of my bed in just her bra and?—
I thought she’d go back to her room after confirming it was the protection unit outside. Or maybe she’d stay, finally wanting to talk.
But her clear alternate intentions don’t stop me from throwing the covers back and revealing that I haven’t put on anything besides my boxer-briefs after my shower.
My heart hammers against my ribs as Harper leans over—giving me a perfect view of her cleavage—and snaps off my bedside light.
The darkness feels intimate.
Dangerous.
“Face away from me,” she breathes out, and goosebumps race across my skin.
Every instinct screams at me to turn and pull her close to my chest—to take control of this situation like I usually do with subs at the club.
But God knows she’s not a sub. And something in her voice tells me she needs to be the one calling the shots right now.
So I roll onto my side, presenting her with my back, even though it kills me not to look at her.
The mattress dips as she climbs in behind me. The covers settle over us both, and suddenly we’re in our own private world. Hidden from everything outside this room.
Just us.
Then her hands are on my shoulders, kneading my muscles, warm against my bare skin.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I gasp out, melting into her touch.