ALEX ROBERTSEN CROSSED THROUGH my foyer, hooking his thumb over his shoulder. “What did you do, James, become an overnight celebrity?”
“Sorry about that mess outside.”
“It’s not your fault, my fiancée keeps me well informed where celebrity gossip is concerned. This is about what I expected.”
I nodded. “You want a drink?”
“Nah, I’m good.” Alex swiped the screen of his iPad. “With security, I will set you up with this system. It’s the same one I have for our house, and Ella’s store—top of the line. No one is getting in here. I’ll have this place sealed tighter than the White House.”
I wouldn’t expect anything less from Robertsen Security. Alex’s company was the best and I trusted his expertise.
“You have a system that includes rooftop snipers? I’m impressed, Robertsen.”
His mouth twisted up, as if he’d actually entertained the idea once. “I can have one or two guys stationed on your property, whatever you like—do you want around the clock security or just a guy to have your back when you go out?”
Staring up at the beams in my living room, I shoved a hand through my hair. “What do you recommend?”
“I always recommend that celebrities, such as yourself, have security, but I understand that it can cramp your lifestyle. It’s an adjustment. I can promise you this—any one of my guys will be as visible or invisible as you need them to be.”
Weighing my options, I poured a drink. I’d never needed a fulltime security detail. Usually the studios would have someone who escorted me for appearances and movie premieres, but I never felt the need to employ security—until today. Earlier, outside my driveway, that was a wakeup call. What was most important to me was Harlow’s safety. I’d dragged her into this arrangement, now it was up to me to make sure both of us came out of it physically and mentally unscathed.
“I can see this is overwhelming, James. How about we do a trial run?”
I took a drink as I let his suggestion turn over in my mind. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
After we squared away the details, he snapped his iPad closed. “I won’t let you down, buddy. I’ve scheduled your installation for this week and I’ll be here to personally oversee it.”
I blew out a sharp breath. “I appreciate that, but you’re getting married in a few days. Don’t you have better things to do than babysit an installation crew?”
He lifted a shoulder. “I’m the groom, all I have to do is show up.”
I smirked. “Sure, buddy, keep telling yourself that.”
I stepped into my bedroom, just as Harlow appeared in nothing but a towel. “Well, it looks like I’m late. You’ve already showered—alone.”
“Yep, guess you’re going to need to work on your timing.”
I flopped back onto my bed. “My imagination is fucking you like crazy right now.”
Harlow gave me an easy smile as she sauntered over to my bed. “Give me your hand.”
Offering her my hand, I cocked a brow. She gripped my hand in hers and then lifted the towel revealing her bare pussy. Holy Christ.
Harlow positioned herself over my hand and then eased my middle finger inside her. She worked her hips finding the perfect rhythm. Her skin smelled like my soap and the wet heat of her body was intoxicating.
Watching her fuck my finger was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen in my life. Somehow I tore my gaze from where our bodies were connected meeting her hooded hazel eyes. Harlow’s teeth grazed over her plump bottom lip. The zipper of my shorts bit into my balls, the aching friction sent my need for her into overdrive.
“Touch yourself,” she murmured. “I want to watch you stroke your cock.”
“You are such a demanding dirty girl.” My eyes never left hers as I unzipped my shorts and gripped my cock. She hummed and moaned as my hand grazed up and down my shaft with long slow strokes. A lazy smile tugged the corners of her mouth. Her movements managed to loosen the white cotton from her body and I watched it slide down exposing her breasts.
A long moan slipped from Harlow’s lips sending electricity charging through my veins. She picked up her pace using my finger for her pleasure.
“More please.”
My thumb teased over her clit, and I felt her walls tighten around my finger. When the towel hit the floor, Harlow’s free hand cupped her breast. Her other hand held my finger in place, and I felt the tremors pulsing against me.
“Fuck, Harlow, get on my dick and let me fuck you.”
She shook her head and that lazy grin returned. The wicked gleam in her eyes alone nearly had me coming undone. Harlow was enjoying the power of control. It was hot as hell.
She was wild, raw and opened to me. Fuck. She looked beautiful—her auburn hair swayed back and forth as unintelligible words slipped from her lips.
“Don’t stop, Grady,” she groaned, as the spasms rolled through her body.
My hand pumped my cock faster and I thrust my finger deeper inside Harlow giving her just what she wanted.
“Yes, yes, oh yes . . .” she chanted, shaking and riding my finger through the muscle-weakening orgasm. Waves of my own release tingled in my balls when her arousal slid down my hand. Jesus.
I let her ride my finger until her legs threatened to give out. In a swift motion, I pulled her on top of me. What surprised me next was when she slid down my body, and popped the button of my shorts. She gave me a wicked smile before taking my cock into her mouth. I watched with extreme fascination as my dick slid between her perfect pink lips. Her tongue swirled around the tip of my dick, teasing the underside and sucking my balls into her mouth.
“Harlow, sweetheart, I’m going to come.” My voice was strained with warning.
She stared up at me, not caring, sucking me deeper. My hips shot up, and she tested her gag reflex. “Fucking hell, your sweet mouth.”
Teetering on the edge of losing it, my fingers tangled in her dark hair. My eyes screwed tight as my head fell back against the pillows. Gripping my length with two hands, she sent me over the edge exploding into her mouth.
“My God, you’re amazing.” I blinked up at the wooden beams taking a quick moment to regain my breathing.
Her fingers brushed up my thighs, sending a shiver rattling through my bones. My gaze returned to her and I wrapped my arm around her lower back bringing her closer. She curled into my side, nuzzling the crook of my shoulder.
“I think I need another shower,” she murmured, tracing her finger along the tip of my half-hard cock.
“Keep doing that and I’ll have no choice but to fuck you—here on my bed or in the shower.”
She rolled onto her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows. “Should I expect to become familiar with every flat surface inside this place or the entire property? I think I saw an outdoor shower.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I thought we established that your ex-wife was the crazy one and you really shouldn’t tell a woman that she’s crazy,” she said with smile.
“There are two definitions to the word, crazy,” I informed, zipping my shorts. “Number one—unhinged. That one’s mental state has manifested in a wild or aggressive way. Two, extremely enthusiastic and I’m particularly fascinated by the way you passionately mentioned the outdoor shower.”
She shot me a pointed glance. “I’m not sure that you’re expressing the term correctly, rather twisting it to fit your narrative.”
“Hmm, I’d like to see you twisting that beautiful body of yours again.”
“Are you some kind of sexual deviant or is everything an innuendo to you?”
“Not a deviant. But if you leave the sexual innuendo door open even a fraction, I’ll come barreling through like the Kool Aid Man.”
She snickered, dropping her forehead to my chest. My hand brushed up and down her back and she tossed her arm over my stomach. We laid on my bed in silence, listening to the sounds of The Harbour and my ceiling fan. My fingers continued to skim over her skin, the sight of Harlow’s naked body atop my bed with sunlight splashing over her curves had a profound effect on me. If I had any talent, I’d take a photograph or paint a portrait of her capturing this moment.
“How did your meeting go?”
“Fine, I’m investing in a high-tech system complete with a security detail.”
“It’s probably a good idea.”
“Yeah, I have another good idea—how about you accompany me to a wedding?”
“I already agreed to go to Ronan Connolly’s wedding with you.”
“Ronan and Holliday are a flight risk. I’m not sure the wedding they’re planning is the real one. Knowing Connolly, he probably has decoy wedding invites out to throw off the paparazzi and gossip hounds. Those two could be getting married in Ireland tomorrow for all I know.”
“I’m actually talking about his sister, Ella,” I whispered. “She and her fiancé, Alex, are getting married on the twenty-fourth.”
She tilted her head to look at me. “I wish I could, but I’m finally launching my website the day before.”
“Congratulations, that’s awesome news.”
She busied herself with her phone. From the corner of my eye I saw her calendar. Yep. It was filled with meetings in New York and California. I was happy for her, but I couldn’t help feeling some disappointment that she wouldn’t share her good news with me. Even with all the casual sex, I thought we were at least better friends. I sound like a douche canoe.
“We should sync our calendars. I’m texting Haven to do that for us. Now, give me some details about the wedding.”
I laughed. “You know that I can’t do that, if you want details you should come as my date.”
She rolled up to her knees, swinging her hair over her right shoulder. “Okay, at least tell me this, what’s the dress code?”
“Formal,” I answered, watching as she slid her long legs over the side of my bed.
“Location?”
“Hmm, yeah that’s off limits. I’ll tell you afterwards or text you during.” I rolled onto my side, propping up on my forearm. “If you’re looking for the wedding invitation, you won’t find it.”
“I figured that you’d have that locked up somewhere. I know you have a copy of the Preppy Handbook somewhere here, Grady.”
“That’s cute, as if I needed some book to tell me how to dress.”
She opened my nightstand drawer and rummaged through its contents. All my books were in my study, and the Preppy Handbook was not on the required reading list.
“You think you’ve got me all figured out, sweetheart.” I stood up from the bed, stretching my arms over my head. “How about you take that shower and meet me downstairs. It’s time to take the boat out.”
As she zipped past me, I gave her perfect ass a quick smack. She yelped, before blowing me a kiss over her shoulder.