She heard him rip open a condom pouch. Then he grabbed her hips and nudged her up onto her knees into the position he wanted her. “Last chance to say no, baby. Tell me what you want.”
She licked he lips. “I want to feel your cock in my ass.”
He feathered his lips down her spine, sending shivers through her. His voice sounded low and throaty, sending more waves of need through her. “I’m going to make you come until I’m ready to stop, baby. I want to feel that sweet virgin ass of yours sucking my cock deep inside you. I’m going to make you realize how good it is to let go to someone else.”
“Yes, please!”
She felt still more cool lube on her ass, then he knelt between her legs and pressed the head of his cock against her loosened rim. “No going back.”
“Do it!”
He slowly pressed forward. She gasped, and he paused, waiting for her to adjust to the sensation. When she relaxed, he continued until his entire cock was buried inside her and she felt his thighs pressing against hers.
“Take a deep breath,” he instructed.
She did. Then she heard the Hitachi click on and felt him reach around her waist and press it between her legs.
Her already swollen clit responded as an earth-shattering orgasm ripped through her. Her back arched and she cried out.
He held her in place with his other hand around her waist. “That’s it,” he grunted. “Let me feel you come for me.”
The pleasure bordered on pain, more intense than anything she’d ever felt before, robbing her of all strength. Her body held her prisoner even more than Tate’s reassuring grasp as she trembled in his arms. He pulled the Hitachi away for just a moment, giving her a chance to catch her breath before he firmly pressed it against her pussy again. He did this over and over, softly talking to her, encouraging her to let go for him.
After what felt like forever, he started moving, sliding his cock out until just the head was buried before sinking home again, the pleasure-pain in her ass only intensifying each orgasm until she could do little more than lie there and gasp for air between moans of ecstasy.
He began to thrust faster, harder, deeper. “You’re such a good girl, and such a hot ass, I’m ready to come. Give me one more, baby.”
Her body responded, her fingers clamped around fistfuls of bedding as she moaned into her pillow.
“Good girl.” He shut the Hitachi off, dropped it to the bed, and grabbed her hips. He fucked her hard and fast, his cock swelling and throbbing inside her as she felt him come. He collapsed on top of her, then rolled to his side with his arms around her, his softening member still buried inside her.
She burst into tears.
Immediately, Tate’s voice changed, concerned, back to normal. “Honey, are you okay?”
“Yes!” she wailed, clutching his arms tightly around her, praying he never let go.
She felt his body stiffen, his uncertainty evident. “Are you sure? Did I go too far?”
She vigorously shook her head as she sobbed. “That…was…fantastic!”
He finally relaxed, chuckling a little. “You sure?”
She nodded, tipping her head back so she could kiss him. He responded, gently nibbling on her lips and working his way back to her ear. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.
“I love you,” he whispered.
She sniffled as a smile curved her lips. “I love you, too.”
He hugged her tighter, and like that, she crashed into sleep.
Tate waited until he knew Harper was sound asleep before carefully pulling out and untangling himself from her. He cleaned up in the bathroom, moved the toys off the bed, then crawled back in next to her.
He’d sobered up, and as Harper rolled against his side, tucking her head in the crook of his arm in her sleep, he knew he would do whatever it took to keep her in his life. He loved Doug, but tonight he’d fully seen the vulnerable side of Harper, the woman who wanted someone to love, to be loved, someone she could trust to let go with.
He would never take that away from her. Not even for Doug.
He would, however, do his best to convince her and Doug that, contract be damned, there was room for three in this relationship.
The next morning, he awoke before she did and watched as she stirred, then slowly opened her eyes.
He stroked her cheek and kissed her good morning. “How do you feel?”
She blushed, but nodded.
He gently grasped her chin in his hand and made her look him in the eye. “Don’t ever be embarrassed around me, baby, got it? You enjoyed that as much as I did, if not more. It’s between us, and we can do that as much as you like.”
She stared at him for a moment, then threw her arms around him and kissed him. “I love you,” she whispered.
He stroked her back as he held her. “I love you, too. I meant it.”
She closed her eyes, laid her head on his chest, and cried. It nearly broke his heart, hearing her sobs, but he sensed this was something she needed to do, a pressure relief of some sort, a cathartic cleansing of her soul.
When she regained her composure, she sniffled. “Thank you,” she softly said.
“For what?”
“Forgiving me.”
He sat up. “Forgiving you for what?”
“For taking Doug from you.”
He gathered her into his arms again. “Let’s get one thing straight,” he said as he cuddled her to him. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Stop feeling guilty. It’s in the past, it’s not your fault, and there’s nothing to forgive. Got it?” He nuzzled the top of her head. “And frankly, look at what happened. We never would have met. Right?”
“Right.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Shower and then we go out to eat for breakfast. Okay?”
She nodded. “Okay.”
“Go check your sugar.”
She sniffled as she nodded and slowly climbed out of bed. She stopped, turned, leaned in, and kissed him again.
“Hey, give me a smile,” he teased.
She did, and it twisted his heart in a pleasant way. He reached out and stroked her cheek. “There’s my sweet girl.”
Her smile widened. She turned and headed for the bathroom.
He watched her go. He sighed, happy, before getting up to join her.
Two weeks after her initial tryst with Tate, Harper knew she did love Tate every bit as much as she loved Doug. She just didn’t know what to do about it. The London office reported that the deal would be finalized within the next couple of days. She’d barely spoken to Doug the entire time he was out there, e-mailing with him but doing everything in her power to avoid actually talking to him on the phone.
She knew Tate still loved Doug despite their own new relationship status. With nothing to hide between them, she’d made Tate open up and talk about Doug. No matter what Tate said to the contrary, she couldn’t ditch the guilt she felt over taking them from each other.
She sat down at her desk, pulled up the travel site they usually used, and booked Doug’s flight home. Before she hit enter to finalize the ticket, she hesitated. Doing this would end the newly found happiness she had with Tate. It would also end the past happiness she’d had with Doug.
After a moment, her finger pressed the key and the flight confirmation information appeared on the next screen. She printed it out, forwarded a copy to Doug, and then locked herself into her bathroom to cry.
In three days, he would return.
In three days, she’d be saying good-bye to her new life.
Chapter Nineteen
Harper stood at her office window and stared out at the Tampa skyline. No more delays, no more putting off the inevitable. Doug was finally winging his way home. Part of her wished she could have permanently reassigned him to London. It would delay facing him and saying good-bye to Tate.