by Bay, Louise
“They had the desired effect then,” I replied.
“Harper, you could turn up in a trash bag and it would work magic on me.”
“I know that feeling,” I said.
When we were both naked, we stood, staring into each other’s eyes, Max cupping my face. “It’s so good to have you here,” he whispered. “I’ve missed your beautiful, soft skin.” He smoothed his hands over my breasts, around my waist, and across my ass, “Your perfectly wet pussy.” He dipped his hand between my legs and groaned. “I’ve missed this. Your sounds, your wetness.”
My skin tightened and I shivered.
“I’ve got to be inside you. I’ll take my time with you later, but I need to feel you around me. I need to be close.”
It was what I needed, too.
He spun us around, then pushed me against the wall. Lifting my leg, he rubbed his tip along the length of my sex.
“Max, condom,” I said, breathless and desperate.
He shook his head. “I just had my annual checks. I’m all good.”
Oh. I hadn’t slept with anyone but him since I’d last been tested. “Me too, and I’m on the pill.”
I moaned as he pushed into me and stilled. “Good,” he said.
“Max.” I tightened my fingers around his arms. I needed him to wait a few seconds for me to adjust to him. After not having him for so long, in this position, he seemed to fill me more than usual.
He increased his rhythm. “I’m not going to be able to last long, and after I’m done, I’m going to have you on the bed, then in the shower. I’m going to be inside you for hours.”
The thought of the relentless drive of his dick in and out of me chased my breath from my lungs.
“Once is never enough with you. I need you all the time, forever.”
I felt as if I were cycling toward the top of a mountain, panting and moaning, desperate to get to the top. As Max thrust into me again, his dick reaching deep inside me, I found myself at the summit. I arched my back as I began to freewheel down the other side.
“I love you,” I whispered into the wind.
Max was right behind me, grunting my name in my ear as he jabbed his hips into me so sharply it would have hurt if it weren’t for the insulating effect of my orgasm. “I love you,” he shouted out.
His skin was hot and sticky with exertion when I put my arms around him, pressing my breasts to his chest, hoping I could attach myself to him permanently. He lifted my ass and I wrapped my legs around him as he walked us toward the bed, still joined, him still inside me. He sat on the edge of the bed, my knees coming to rest on either side of him.
“Lie back,” I said. His eyes looked dazed as he did what I said. “I wasn’t too late,” I mumbled as I began to move my hips, just slightly, enjoying the feel of him still inside me.
He reached toward my breasts, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs as he looked up. His touch melted me around my edges. I contracted my muscles, trying to stem the wetness his touch released.
He groaned, and slipped one hand down to my clit. “Too late?”
I wasn’t sure I could get the words out to clarify. Already I wanted him again, wanted to make the climb up the mountain, even though I was still out of breath from my first trip.
“I was worried you’d be . . .” I gasped as he increased the pressure on my clit. “I was . . .” I couldn’t speak or move while ribbons of pleasure unraveled over and through me. My brain didn’t have capacity.
As if he understood, Max lifted his hips off the bed and I stilled, happy to sit on him, to be taken by him.
“Tell me what you were worried about,” Max said, the muscles in his neck straining.
I pressed my palms against his chest. “That it was too late for us,” I said.
He grabbed my hips and rolled me to my back. “Never,” he said as he pushed into me. “Not ever.”
It was just what I needed to hear. I reached up and traced my fingers over his eyebrows. “I love you.” I couldn’t stop repeating those words. I’d never said them to any man before. No one before Max had ever deserved them.
My orgasm crept up on me, pushing through my body like a tremor: silent, intense, and powerful.
“Oh God, your face when you come.” Max growled and thrust again, erupting into me.
He rolled off me, then pulled me toward him.
“When I get my breath back I’m going to kiss every inch of your skin, then make you come with my tongue.”
“We may run out of time.” I fingered his hair. “I have to make my way back to the city.”
He squeezed me tighter. “Stay. Don’t ever leave.”
I chuckled. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Maybe.”
“Things feel a little different,” I said. Perhaps because we were away from the city. Perhaps because I knew how painful losing him had been and knew I’d work hard never to make that mistake again. “I don’t know why, I just—”
“I think it feels like the beginning of forever,” he replied simply.
Epilogue
Three months later
Max
“Come in,” I barked without looking away from my laptop. I thought I was the last one in the office. I was keen to get this piece of work finished and get back to the apartment and get my girl naked, and I didn’t really want any interruptions.
“I’m looking for the King of Wall Street,” Harper said as she opened my door.
I pushed my chair back from my desk. “Hey, I thought I was meeting you back at the apartment.”
She walked toward me, rounding my desk, trailing her hands over the papers stacked up on it. “I couldn’t wait,” she replied, placing her purse on the table by the window.
I swiveled my chair so I was facing her. “How was dinner with your father?” Harper and her dad had seen each other a couple of times in the last few months.
“It was good.” At times I wondered whether or not it was worth the tears that often followed one of their meetings, but she assured me she was crying over their history not their future. If she wanted to try to build a relationship with her father, I was happy to support her in anything she did. “Nice actually. We’re getting to know each other a bit better now.” She leaned forward and unknotted my tie. “And I thought I’d come back here and make sure you were keeping focused.” Gently, she pulled my tie from my neck and sat on my desk. “I remember how you used to tell me how you weren’t so focused when I worked here,” she said, pulling up her skirt a little, revealing more of her long, brown thighs.
“Yeah,” I said, a little dazed by the woman in front of me. “It’s better for the bottom line that you don’t work here anymore.”
“I agree,” she said, pushing my chair around with her foot so I was facing her.
“I like your shoes,” I said. They were the first pair I’d bought her from Jimmy Choo. I was becoming quite the regular customer. I’d never seen her wear them outside of the bedroom and they seemed a little much for dinner with her father.
She began unbuttoning her blouse. “I remember you saying you used to think about me . . .” She opened the cream silk, revealing her high, tight breasts. “. . . here.” She leaned back. “On your desk.”
Jesus. Blood rushed to my cock. I’d thought about little else while Harper worked at King & Associates. And despite us being together as a couple, I couldn’t persuade Harper to come back to work for me. Perhaps it was better all round.
“Tell me what you used to think about.” Her back arched and she slid her feet over my thighs.
I grabbed her legs and pushed them apart, her skirt riding up around her waist. Yes, this was just how I’d imagined her.
“Christ, Harper, you’re not wearing underwear.”
She tilted her head. “Is that what you imagined?”
I lifted her legs, putting them over my shoulders, and dipped my head. “Yeah, you making my desk all wet.” I breathed over her pussy. She moaned, her pitch getting higher as I licked over he
r slit before slipping a thumb into her entrance. “I fantasized about making you come on this desk.” I circled her clit with my tongue and she slid down onto her back as if admitting defeat, her fingers snaking through my hair. She’d come to get fucked in the office and she was about to get her wish.
Her moans got louder and louder as her pussy got wetter and wetter. For a brief moment I worried we’d be overheard, but fuck it, I was the boss and I could do what I wanted with the woman who I was going to be with for the rest of my life.
I fumbled with my fly, my erection straining almost painfully against my zipper. It sprung free and I fisted it in my hand. Eating her out here, making her crazy with my tongue, the lights of the city behind me, the wealth of Manhattan around us, made me feel like a king.
“I have to fuck you,” I said, peeling her legs from around my neck and standing. I dropped my pants and plunged into her. Jesus, she was always so fucking tight. Her hands reached behind her for the edge of the desk as she tried to resist my thrusts pushing her off the other side. She was perfect. I circled my hands around her waist and pulled her onto me harder as she began to twist her hips. She was too close, too soon.
“I think you fantasized about this too,” I said, slamming into her again and again.
She cried out. “Max.” Her calling my name was always the starting pistol for my orgasm. I thrust harder and she screamed louder, “Max, Max, oh Jesus.”
Just before I came I pulled out of her and pulled her up. “Lean over, I want to see that beautiful ass bent over my desk.” If she wanted to give me my fantasy, I wanted the whole thing.
She grinned and spun around, her heels thrusting her firm, tight ass in the air. Her arms spread across the desk, my papers flying off the edges. “You want me like this?” she asked.
I responded by parting her legs slightly and thrusting into her again. My force pushed her further onto the desk and she curled her fingers around the edge as if hanging on for her life.
“Yes,” I groaned. “This is how I wanted you, that first day you stepped into my office.” She shuddered underneath me, the start of her orgasm stirring across her skin. “And how I’ve thought about you every day since.”
“Max,” she whimpered, lifting up her head with what energy she had left. “Please, God, Max.” And she tightened and stilled and I allowed myself a final thrust before pouring into her and collapsing over her back.
We stayed there for a minute or so, panting, our clothes half hanging off us, sweaty and rumpled.
“Well, that was a nice surprise,” I said as I stood up, fastening my pants.
Harper was still wobbly on her feet as she got up from the desk and I reached out to steady her. “I thought it was weird we’d never fucked here, given this was where it all began,” she said and glanced around my office while doing up her blouse.
Bending forward, I gave her a kiss on the lips. “It doesn’t have to be a one-time deal,” I said. “I’m all for working late if this is the reward I get.” I didn’t work late in the office very often. I still only spent two nights a week in Manhattan and both those nights were always spent with Harper.
“You get plenty of rewards, my friend,” she said, smoothing her hand over my chest.
I grabbed her wrist. “I want more.”
She opened her mouth slightly and I could tell she had some sarcastic comeback and then changed her mind about sharing it with me. “More?” she asked.
I nodded. “For us, for you and me. I want us to be fucking on my desk when we’re ninety and have been married sixty years and have four kids.”
Harper took a step back. “What are you talking about?” She shook her head. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Do you promise?” I asked.
“Do I promise to fuck you on your desk when you’re ninety?” she asked, laughing.
“Marry me, Harper.” This wasn’t what I had planned. I assumed we’d be together forever and I’d thought about proposing but I hadn’t expected those words would leave my lips today.
My eyes flickered between hers and I circled my hands around her waist. “Marry me,” I said again. “I can do the big proposal thing, another time, with a ring and a string quartet but just tell me now you’ll say yes. I don’t want to go another day without knowing you’re going to be my wife.”
She tilted her head and gave me a small smile. “Okay, but I get two proposals, right? This one and one with a ring?”
“Jesus, always so demanding.”
She shrugged. “I’m just confirming what the offer was.”
“Yeah, two proposals. And you agree to be my wife, have ten kids with me, and fuck me on my desk when I’m ninety.”
“Sounds like a deal,” she said and she wound her hand around my neck, pulling my mouth down to meet hers.
One Year Later
Harper
“Holy crap,” I shouted from the downstairs bathroom.
“I told you,” Max yelled back.
I wandered back into the kitchen, clutching the pregnancy test. “We’re going to need a bigger boat,” I said.
Max grinned. He’d gotten me pregnant with Amy just over a year ago, the night we’d first fucked on his desk. It had happened several times since then. Pregnancy had made me hornier than usual.
“What are you talking about?” Amanda said as she lifted her little sister out of her bouncer and put her on her hip. “We don’t have a boat.”
As I reached Max, he put his arm around my neck and pulled me toward him, kissing me on the head. “Congratulations.”
“What did you do to me?” I asked, shaking my head.
“What I do best,” he said. “No doubt it’s another girl, because I don’t have enough women in my life.”
“What are you talking about?” Amanda repeated, her eyes narrowed as she glanced between us.
“Harper’s pregnant,” Max announced.
“Again?” Amanda asked.
I grinned. “Again.”
Amanda handed me Amy and hugged us both. “This is amazing. I wanted a sister for so long and now I’m going to lose count.”
“You’re going to have to marry me now,” Max said.
“I don’t see why. I told you there’s no rush, and anyway, if you were serious, you’d propose properly. Like on one knee, with a ring. That was the deal. Remember, effort gets rewarded, Mr. King.” I stood with my hands on my hips.
“Do you ever do as you’re told?” he asked, rolling his eyes.
“Apparently, I get pregnant on demand. Does that count?”
“I do all the hard work as far as that’s concerned.” He grinned at me.
I rolled my eyes. “Oh really?”
“Now’s the time, Harper.”
“Max, I’m pregnant. Did you miss that? I’m not walking down the aisle knocked up.”
“I really want to be bridesmaid,” Amanda said. “In fact, I might just buy a dress and wear it around the house if you two don’t get your act together.”
“Mr. King.” One of the guys from the catering company came from the pool area into the dining room. Thank God we had help today. We lived in a state of perpetual chaos on the best of days. Today we’d added to the fray, throwing a welcome home barbeque for Pandora and Jason. “We’re set up and ready for whenever your guests arrive. I’m just going to start pouring some drinks.”
I turned to Max. “Holy crap. That’s another eighteen months without booze.”
“Well, you’ll be in good company,” Max said, hugging me close, Amy grabbing at his hair.
Pandora and Jason were pregnant as well. It was the reason they were coming back to America. That and they missed Amanda.
“I’m not sure everyone at this party’s going to fit,” I mumbled. The party was just a family occasion but that list was growing by the day. Along with my mom, we were expecting Max’s parents, Pandora’s parents, Scarlett and her new boyfriend, Violet, Grace, and Jason’s brother.
“I spoke to an architect last week,”
Max said, taking Amy. Max King was never short of female attention of any kind, so of course Amy was a daddy’s girl.
“An architect?” I asked, opening the refrigerator. Now I had an explanation for that cheese craving; I was going to give in to it.
“You’re right; we need a bigger space. I thought maybe we’d add a pool house, too, because we need live-in help.” Max wandered out of the kitchen mid-conversation before I could tell him I was sure we could manage without anyone living in.
It was as if life was set to fast forward—Max and I living together, Amy, a second baby.
“Girls,” Max called from the study.
I knocked the fridge door shut with my hip “What does he want?” I asked Amanda.
“I don’t know, but let’s go,” she replied, bundling me toward the study.
“Do you smell that?” I asked. “And where’s that music coming from?”
I opened the door to the study to find the room empty but the doors leading out onto the patio open, the white curtains lifting in the breeze.
“What’s going on, Amanda?” I asked. She shrugged, nudging me toward the patio doors. As I stepped outside I saw Max right in front of me, on one knee, surrounded by every colored rose ever to exist. I glanced around. Flowers covered the ground and huge vases were scattered across the lawn, adding color wherever I looked. To my left was a cello player, and I instantly recognized the music as Bach’s cello suites, the same piece Max had turned up to full volume the night we’d first slept together.
Amy was on her mat next to Max, looking up at me, grinning, her eyes a beautiful green, just like her father.
“What are you doing?” I asked. “How . . . when—” I turned to Amanda, whose grin told me she was clearly in on the whole setup.
“Well, where effort’s required, there’s no excuse not to make things perfect,” he said. “And I thought, the four of us here, together and now with number five on the way . . .” He took a deep breath. “I can’t imagine anything more perfect than that.”
He opened the red box he held, revealing a huge princess-cut diamond. “Harper, I’ve loved you from the very moment I laid eyes on you. You are already my heart, my soul, my family—and now I want the world to know. As the King of Wall Street, I need you to be my queen. Marry me.”
