King of Wall Street: a sexy, standalone, contemporary romance (22 page)

“Violet?” she asked.

“My other sister,” I explained. “And both grandmas want Amanda to stay a little girl for as long as possible. So, we have mutual aims and objectives there.” I pulled her close and she pressed her cheek against my chest. “She loved having you there. Didn’t stop going on about you when we got home—it certainly raised some eyebrows.”

“It did?” she asked. “What kind of eyebrows?”

“The busybody kind. I guess because we work together and live in the same building. I think my sisters believed . . .” What had they thought? That we were dating?

“Is Violet younger than you?” she asked and I was grateful she had gone in a different direction.

“Yes, and a complete pain in the ass. Always interfering in everyone’s business. She’s a meddler.” I chuckled as I realized it might be a genetic thing. “She’s a lot like Amanda in that way.” Amanda dressed her constant whining about wanting a baby sister as self-interest but I was pretty sure she wanted me happy. “They have a lot in common.”

“Sounds like you have your hands full. Even without King & Associates.”

I sighed. “They occupy two different spaces in my brain.”

“Maybe,” she said. She wiggled her body against mine, and I rolled us over until she was on her back and I was looking down at her.

“You’re the exception,” I said. “You seem to have taken up residence in both spaces.” I brushed my nose against hers and pulled back to look at her. “I realized it in the cab today. I liked that we could just be together, near each other. No talking, no touching.”

She nodded very slightly.

“This is new to me,” I said. I wasn’t sure what
this
was. If I was just having a personal relationship with someone I worked with, or having sex with someone I knew more about than just their last name. Or was it the fact that whenever I saw her, whenever I thought about her, whenever I touched her, I wanted more. It was all new.

I dipped my head to kiss her nose as she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me close until my cock pushed against her.

I’d fucked a lot of attractive women with nice, firm asses; long, lean legs; and huge tits. Harper was attractive, gorgeous even, but with her, the stuff that made me hard, that had me moaning, was more than just the physical. I liked the way the silences were comfortable, the way she could make me laugh, the way she seemed to open up as I drove into her.

“You want some of this?” I asked, rocking against her. She grinned and I shook my head. “Insatiable,” I said as I lowered myself onto my forearms and licked along her collarbone. She threaded her hands through the back of my hair, setting goosebumps off across my skin. I took her breasts in my hands, grazed her nipples with my tongue and then again with my teeth. She arched against me as my nips became careless and harder. My dick throbbed at her reaction, but it wouldn’t find relief any time soon. Winding up her lust got me hard, her desire towing me along.

“I want to see you in those shoes I bought you,” I said, my voice hoarse. Her naked in those shoes had been an image front and center of my thoughts since I made the purchase.

She grinned up at me and ducked under my arm, heading across to her closet. I shifted to my back, waiting for her. She stepped out into the door frame, her hands above her, bracing on either side of the wood, one high shoe stroking up the side of long, tan leg. I couldn’t stop the groan that ripped out of my chest. I reached for her but instead she turned around, swaying her hips one way and then another. “How do they look from the back?” she asked. I didn’t know where to focus—her thick, soft hair sweeping down her back, down to her small waist, or her high, tight ass as it jutted out to get my attention, or between her thighs where I knew it was so soft and wet. The shoes magnified every inch of her perfect body.

“Get over here and let me show you what I think about you in those shoes.”

She took small steps toward the bed, her perfectly neat pussy mesmerizing me as she got closer. Fuck, I couldn’t get enough.

She grasped her breasts, kneading them together as she approached the bed. I rose onto my knees to meet her, wanting the space between us to disappear. Reaching between her thighs with one hand, I grabbed her ass and pulled her onto my fingers. “You are perfect,” I whispered. She gave me a small smile and her head tipped back as my fingers drove deeper.

Blood rushed to my dick and I wanted it in my fist, in her pussy, but I didn’t want to let go of her. She stumbled slightly, which made it worse, she was so affected by just my fingers she couldn’t stand. “I want you on your back, your feet in the air,” I said and pulled her onto the bed.

I kissed my way down to her belly button. She shifted, getting more and more restless, twisting and squirming beneath me. I moved farther down and gripped her thighs, pushing them open, her heels high in the air either side of me.

She cried out when I blew across her sex. Her sounds urged me on. I spread the lips of her sex, exposing her clitoris. She tensed. I wasn’t sure if it was in anticipation or embarrassment. I leaned forward and circled the bundle of nerves with my tongue. Her breaths came louder and deeper as I suckled before licking down to her entrance.

Like nothing I’d ever tasted before. Like springtime—warm, fresh, and inviting. I couldn’t get enough as I delved into her, lapping up the wetness that hadn’t already coated my chin.

I could stay like this, my face buried in her, for the rest of my days. I reached for my rock-hard cock, which was desperate to taste the sweetness coating my tongue. I dragged my fist up and forced myself to let go; I wasn’t ready to come yet. As soon as I pushed into her I’d be lost—my body would crash through every urge I had to please her in an effort to get to my orgasm.

I elbowed her thighs open wider still, my tongue connecting with her clitoris as my thumbs delved into her, pulling at her entrance, twisting then circling back. Her body began to shudder and I heard the whisper of my name on her lips. I wanted it louder. I increased the pressure of my tongue and her hands flew into my hair as she called, “Max, my God, Max.”

Her orgasm spread through her like an electricity bolt, her pussy contracting, pushing against my thumbs. I removed my hands and slid my tongue back to soothe her, feeling her pulse just below the surface of her skin.

I glanced up at her, her arms overhead as her back began to lower back into the mattress. It was the first time I’d ever had the urge to film a woman before. I’d never need to date again if I had a recording of Harper coming on my tongue like that.

God, she was perfect when she was undone.

I moved to her side as she opened her eyes and smiled at me. “You’re good at that,” she said.

“What am I supposed to say?” I chuckled.

“Learn how to accept a compliment,” she replied as she pushed herself up then straddled me. “Just say ‘thank you’.”

I shook my head, my hands going to her hips. Her wetness coated my cock as she shifted back and forward.

I groaned, her heat seeping into my veins. I wasn’t going to last long. Desperate, I reached for the nightstand. I fumbled with the drawer, had to stretch to reach inside. The wood dug into my wrist and I scrambled for a condom.

Grinning, she took the square packet before I had a chance to argue and rolled the condom on, tantalizingly slowly, both of us staring at my jutting cock in her hands.

“It’s not been long, but do you remember how good it feels?” she asked as she squeezed the base of me. “How tight I am?”

I groaned, needing her to remind me.

She lifted herself up and positioned the tip at her opening. “How you slide in so deep?”

“Fuck, Harper. Are you trying to kill me?”

She scooped up her hair, then let it tumble back down, smoothing her hands over her breasts as she twisted her hips and took me a little deeper. “You remember how you fit so good? You’re almost too big.” She took me in a little more. “
Almost.
” A little more. “I always think it’s going to be painful, but no.” She placed her hands on my torso, steadying herself, which squeezed her tits together, pushing them nearer me. Her head snapped back and I almost came right there. “It feels too good to be painful,” she continued, twisting her hips, teasing me, knowing I wanted to be in deep. “Do you remember how good it feels?”

I gripped her hips, trying to do anything I could to prevent myself from jabbing my cock so deep she’d never walk again.

She let herself sink all the way down, her eyes widening with every movement, then stilled. “I never remember,” she whispered. “I always forget just how good it feels.”

Patience deserting me, I growled and sat up, spinning her onto her back and pushing back into her. “I’m going to make sure you never forget again.”

I wanted to fuck her forever.

* * * * *

After spending the night with Harper, I had taken longer than usual to get through everything I needed to do, so I got a later train.

“I’m home,” I shouted. I could hear the television from the family room. Usually I came back to Connecticut in the week to find Marion clearing up the kitchen, but her car wasn’t in the drive. Was she here alone? “Amanda,” I shouted. I supposed she didn’t need to be babysat anymore but I didn’t like the idea of her being alone, waiting for me to come back.

“In here,” she yelled over the noise of music and shouting. I took off my jacket and put it on the back of one of the barstools and dropped my cell on the counter. A nice glass of Pinot Noir was what I needed. It had been a tough week. I placed a glass on the counter and pulled out a bottle from the wine fridge.

“Can I have one of those?” Scarlett asked from behind me.

“Hey.” I grabbed another glass. “What are you doing here?”

She slid onto the middle barstool. “I didn’t want to be on my own tonight. Can I stay over?”

I nodded. She clearly wanted to talk. I poured the wine into her glass as she held the stem.

“I’m thinking of moving into the city,” she said, tilting her head as she watched her glass fill up. “Sometimes it feels like Connecticut is where I should be in ten years rather than now. Does that make sense?” she asked.

“It’s good to change things up, I guess. You’ve never lived in Manhattan. What would you do about work?” She worked at an investment bank just outside Westhaven.

She shrugged.

Fuck, I hoped she wasn’t going to ask me for a job.

“I thought I’d apply for a transfer. There’s a treasury position in Manhattan at the moment. It’s a level up, but I have the experience.”

I nodded, relieved we weren’t about to have a difficult conversation. My phone vibrated on the counter with a message, Harper’s name flashing up on the screen. I watched as Scarlett saw the message, then met my gaze.

She didn’t say anything, so I grabbed my phone and opened the message.
Manhattan’s no fun when the King’s not in residence.

I grinned and glanced up at Scarlett, whose eyebrows were so high they nearly disappeared into her hairline. “Anything you care to share?”

I swallowed my smile and picked up my glass. “Just work.” I took a sip.

“Yeah, that looked like work.”

Thoughts of trying to keep my feelings for Harper professional had long since disappeared. Harper had been clear she didn’t want to be seen as the girl fucking the boss, and I didn’t want to muddy waters between professional and personal any more than I already had. In the office we’d agreed to just avoid each other. Easily done as the morning meetings about JD Stanley were the only times we really saw each other. Some distance in the office was a good thing.

But all the distance disappeared as soon as we were back in her apartment—for some reason she refused to come up to my place, even though it was bigger.

“Hey, Dad,” Amanda said, interrupting the silence.

“Hey, beautiful,” I replied, bending to kiss my daughter hello. I wondered how soon she’d no longer want to kiss me. Parents kept warning me about the teenage years, assuring me our disagreement over her dress was only the tip of a very large iceberg.

“You going to text Harper back?” Scarlett asked, grinning at me. If the Pinot Noir hadn’t been so good, I’d have tipped the rest of the bottle over her head. My daughter wouldn’t miss the reference and Scarlett knew it.

“Harper texted?” Amanda asked predictably. “Can you ask her if she’ll come help me get ready for the dance? I want her to do my eyeliner just like hers.”

I put my phone back on the counter. “No, I’m not asking Harper to come out to Connecticut to help you get ready. She’s not your personal stylist.”

“She’s too busy attending to someone else’s needs in this family, isn’t she?” Scarlett joked and I shot her a dirty look.

“What?” Amanda asked.

“Let’s talk about your dating life, shall we, Scarlett?” I asked.

She tilted her head. “Oh, so you admit Harper’s part of your dating life then?”

Shit. I was usually better at avoiding Scarlett’s interrogations. I turned toward the refrigerator. “Have you eaten?” I asked Amanda, trying to ignore my sister.

“Tell me more about Harper, Amanda.”

Inwardly I groaned.

“I want to be just like her when I’m older. You’ve seen her, right?” Amanda babbled on about how great Harper was, how wise she was about boys and what a great fashion sense she had. It sounded like Amanda’d known her for years rather than only spent time with her twice.