He rolled off of me and pulled me close to him, wrapping his arms around me. The sex had been magnificent and I was happy that I had agreed to sign the contract. I liked him, he made me feel really good and that was all that mattered to me at the moment. I had wanted to feel good and I had succeeded pretty quickly at it. It wasn't long before I fell asleep in his arms.
****
I rolled over naked and slipped out of the bed. I looked back at the Finn and there he was as handsome as always but currently snoring right beside me. There was no denying it, last night had happened just as I remembered it. It was so hard to believe it all happened at all. I reveled in how sore I felt, as the sex had been marvelous. It was like he knew exactly where to touch me in every area to make me feel like ecstasy would never end. I could definitely do that again and I thought about going back to him. I went to freshen up in the bathroom as I wanted to return to his cock. Who knew what the morning would bring and I wanted to seize the day… or night as it turned out? I wasn’t sure if the scene seemed hotter because of how he made me feel or if it was because of how naughty I felt courtesy our arrangement. I wasn’t sure what it was but I was grateful for the experience. I had never thought that my first sexual experiences would be that intense. Had I known, I may have had sex earlier.
I was still unsure about the decision that I had made to have a sexual arrangement with Finn. It all seemed so crazy when I thought about it but there, I was in an unknown apartment having the best sex of my life. I was convinced that it was all going to work out for the better. It was a good time that we were having together. I just needed to protect my heart at all costs, and not allow myself to get attached to someone who didn’t want anything more from me than sex. I would just lock my heart away and hope that I would be successful at maintaining a distance from him. I didn’t need a broken heart at the end of the day.
I returned to the bedroom and looked at him sleeping peacefully and smiled. Damn, I was good. I hooked myself quite the catch, even if it was just sex. A hundred women would kill to be in the same position that I was and he did mention that I was different from all other women that he had met so far. That had to mean something, right?
I crawled into bed, wanting to feel his cock inside me again. I started to stroke him to make him hard and he moaned in his sleep. When he was ready, I climbed on top of him to take what I wanted.
A moan escaped my mouth as I rode hard onto Finn’s cock, grinding into him and feeling every inch of him fill me up. I moved my body in one fluid motion over him as I was looking down at him.
Finn was pretty good though and when I looked down at him, his face was scrunched up in ecstasy and I knew that he would do just about anything for me and that was a powerful feeling. I pumped my body harder on him and I could see by his intense expression that he was going to come, he could barely take what I was doing to him. I smiled as I moved my pussy against him and then moaned loudly encouraging him to come along with me. I wouldn’t mind sleeping with him again, the arrangement seemed to get better by the moment. He was huge and I enjoyed every inch of his cock.
When he exploded inside me, I arched my back and fucked him a little harder.
“Oh god, Harper, slow down. You’re driving me crazy.”
That was exactly the reaction I was going for and I slowed my movements as he came down from his orgasm. I lifted myself off of him and rolled down beside him on the bed.
“That was amazing, Harper. Talk about a great way to be woken up.”
I laid down beside him on the pillow. I had to admit that going out on a date with him had been more enjoyable than I had thought. Dinner had been a little more than I had bargained for. I hadn’t expected to have a good time, in fact, I thought he was going to fire me. But then he had invited me up to this new apartment, and I thought why the hell not. At the very least, I had orgasmed and I had also landed a pretty lucrative deal. I could see all my dreams coming true.
“Thank you, you weren’t so bad yourself,” I said with a wink.
****
An excavation crew were mining in my brain as I opened my eyes that morning. The sun was filtering through the windows and poking my eyes with knives. I quickly closed them again and tried again but the same thing happened, I may never be able to pen my eyes again. Oh God it was a bad one. I closed my eyes again willing the headache to go away. It was far worse than a headache, it felt like someone was trying to remove my brain without making an opening to do so first. It was a bad one and my head hurt so bad that I thought I may throw up and that was definitely not good for anyone. I didn't know what to do and it was probably best to just keep my eyes closed and get more sleep. If I had to sleep the entire day to get rid of it, then it was a far better idea than staying away and feeling the headache. Painkillers would probably be a good idea however, before I went back into sleep land. I was suddenly regretting downing the Prosecco that Finn had ordered the night before. Why did I have to drink it so fast? That was what happened when I allowed my nerves to get the best of me. Now I was really paying for it.
I thought about calling Carmen to bring me some water and serious pain killers, she would know what to do to make the miners stop. She was a true veteran of hangovers and she always had a cure. I was about to shout for her when I remembered that I wasn’t actually in my own bed. I was in the random apartment that Finn had rented for our playtime. I turned to see Finn but I was alone in the bed.
Wow, we had a lot of sex the night before. I couldn't remember how many times we had done it but considering how sore I felt it must have been one hell of a night. Finn had a knack for being able to get me out of my clothes on a regular basis and remembering the things we did made me want to propel myself into his bed. Signing the contract alone made me feel more than a little naughty. It was so unlike me and yet I had done it.
I had gone home with a guy that I had been working with, or working for, gosh - what had I been thinking? He was my boss after all, and it could all end in disaster if I wasn’t careful. I could not believe how much my head hurt. I really needed to stop drinking. Wasn't that what everyone said after a disastrous night of drinking, they always woke up with regrets and then vowed that it would never happen again, only to go out again the next night. Well, that wasn't happening that night, I was on that brink where you weren't even sure whether you could vomit or not and there was no way I was going to have Finn holding my hair back while I threw up.
I sat up slowly in the bed as my head pounded. I wondered where Finn was. Maybe he was making breakfast, though I didn’t hear any noises. It was a little weird actually. Surely, he didn’t leave me here alone. All I knew was that I had to get out of here and I needed to do it now. My clutch was on the nightstand and I reached over and fumbled in it for my phone. It was 9am, which would explain part of the headache I had. Why couldn't I have slept till noon, but had I done that, I would have had to experience one of those mornings that I always considered too awkward. But that didn’t seem to matter since there was no sign of Finn anywhere. I had a ton of messages on my phone from Carmen, who expected me home last night and I didn’t tell her that I was staying here. She wanted to know how work had gone considering what had happened. I should have told her that I was going out again with Finn even though she would have disapproved big time. Her messages had plenty of exclamation points after them which was never a good sign. Lots of people were unimpressed with me at the present time. Their messages had begun the night before and carried through till the morning. I would deal with them once I found myself a cab. Once that happened, I could reply to the messages while I was on my way home. But I needed to get out of that apartment first, that was the first goal of the morning.
My clothes were scattered all over the place and it took me a while to find them all. I silently slipped into my panties and clothing and wished that I had brought a brush with me. My hair must have looked a mess and I had nothing to apply fresh makeup with.
My head was pounding and I did not want to have
to rush out. I wanted water, drugs and sleep, not in that particular order but I was certain that I did not want to be there in the random apartment that was just meant for sex. I wished I could sleep for the entire day but I needed to find my way back to my own bed first. Every time I was around Finn, I behaved like an idiot, well, when alcohol was involved anyways. I was not impressed with my behavior the night before; I never did stuff like that and I was starting to think that maybe Finn was a bad influence. I was still very much torn about the contract that I signed. Who did things like that? It was so unlike me. I was now under contract to have sex with a billionaire. It was very surreal and it was the last thing that I ever thought that I would do. Sometimes that was a good thing if someone could bring you out of your shell but waking up hungover and sore probably wasn't the best result of that.
I quickly took a peek at myself in his bathroom mirror and groaned, I looked exactly as bad as I felt. My hair was a mess and I had bags under my eyes from no sleep, in fact I could go as far as saying I could use a complete spa day to start looking normal again. Maybe it was a good thing that Finn wasn’t there anymore. But where was he? I had thought I would be waking up to Finn that morning. It was pretty obvious that he left the apartment as there was no other sound but the ones that I was making. As I was tiptoeing to the bedroom door my phone buzzed. Why was I tiptoeing? It was like I was afraid that someone would find me in the strange apartment, yet I was the only one there. I still didn’t understand why we couldn’t just have sex at Finn’s place. What was the big deal? I wondered if he was hiding something from me. He had been acting weird when I asked about his apartment. But what could he be hiding? What was the big deal?
I looked at my phone thinking that it must be Carmen trying to track my whereabouts again. She was worried that I hadn't returned home the night before but I was sure that she must have assumed where I had ended up. She was just mad that I ended up there, the question and exclamation marks told me all I needed to know about her mood and that’s who I was going home to. I definitely wasn’t in the mood for any type of lecture. I felt bad enough, as it was.
I walked out of the bedroom and made my way to the kitchen. I almost laughed when I saw a bottle of water on ice on the kitchen counter with a bottle of Advil beside it. The man literally did think of everything. I opened up the bottle and popped a couple of pills and washed it down with water. I drained the whole bottle, feeling a little better after doing so. I wasn’t sure that I liked the fact that I woke up alone. I wouldn’t have wanted Finn to see me in the shape that I was, but it still felt weird that he had just left without waking me up. I had to remind myself that this was just an “arrangement” and not to mistake it for a relationship. If we were just following a contract, there was no reason to wake up together. That’s what couples did and I had to also remind myself that Finn wasn’t my boyfriend and we weren’t going to run off into the sunset together. It just wasn’t going to happen, so I might as well get used to it. It was so important that I do not get attached because if I did, it would be a disaster.
Beside the water and painkillers was a folder. I opened it and there inside stood a wad of cash and a couple of credit cards. I shook my head as I picked up the credit cards. If I had to guess, I would assume that they had no credit limit on them. The sugar daddy had struck again. It was hard to believe that I was in the situation and I knew that the whole sugar daddy routine was going to take some time to get used to. I counted the money and realized that there was a couple of thousand dollars there in the folder. I just couldn’t believe my eyes. Another thing that was in the folder was a key. I assumed it was my key for the apartment that I would use when Finn summoned me. I still couldn’t believe that I would be “on-call” for sex whenever he needed me. But he was right about one thing, I had five million reasons to do so.
I collected my things and headed out the door of the apartment, locking it behind me with my new key. I headed to the elevator and made my way downstairs.
I pushed open the front door of the building and stepped outside. As I stepped out into the bright morning sunshine, I shielded my eyes and made a quick call for a cab to meet me at Finn's new place. I sighed gratefully as I saw the cab pull up to the curb. I got in and gave the cabbie my address and closed my eyes for the entire trip home.
When I got home, Carmen was up and waiting for me. She was pissed which was evident by the fact that her arms were crossed against her chest.
“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been worried sick. You look like you’ve been attacked by a wild animal.”
“Well, I assure you that I feel the same way. I’m sorry for worrying you. I really didn’t have a moment to text you.”
“I find that hard to believe. You can’t just not come home, Harper.”
“I’m sorry.”
“So, what happened?”
I filled her in on everything. How awkward it was when I went to work yesterday, and then how Finn asked me to dinner. My face turned red as I explained the contract and what he had offered me. I then went into our night of passion and how I woke up alone. Carmen sat there dumfounded the whole time not interrupting me once. When I finished, she was silent for a moment and I couldn’t blame her. It was a lot to digest and even I was still trying to.
“What do you think?”
“I have no idea. Not only am I shocked that he offered you that but I’m probably more shocked that you accepted.”
“You wouldn’t have?”
“I’m not saying that. I’m just shocked that you did.”
“He’s the only guy that I’ve ever been with.”
“I know, which is kind of my point. I just can’t believe it. I’m genuinely torn between how offended you should be and how I wish I was about to get five million dollars for doing something I love doing anyway.”
I laughed. She was right, the sex was amazing and Finn and I had already slept together before the arrangement happened anyway. What was the big deal now?
“I’m just not sure that it’s very ethical. This guy is your boss and you will be working with him the entire time. How is that going to work?”
“True, but so what? What would have been the difference if I would have just slept with him like I already did. We would still be working together but without five million between us. Seriously, Carmen, what is the big deal? This could give me a lot of leverage with the project now.”
“Yes, that’s definitely true. I’m not judging, Harper, please know that. I would probably do the exact same thing. He’s a hot, successful, wealthy man. Situations like this are truly once in a lifetime.”
“I figure, what could it hurt?”
Carmen nodded. “Just be careful okay? These things usually don’t end easily and you could end up with a broken heart. It’s not easy to turn off emotions and he’s the first guy that you slept with. It could be even harder for you to keep things casual.”
“I know, trust me, I know. But I’m not interested in anything serious either. I was just interested in the project. I’m not looking to fall in love. I can keep things light between us.”
“Easier said than done.”
“At the end of the day, I will walk away with enough money to make an impact on my life.”
I sure hoped so anyway.
15
Finn
I had a really hard time keeping my eyes off of Harper that day. All I could think about was the moments I was inside her the night before and how amazing it all felt. She was an incredible woman and she pleased me in a way that made me ache for her regularly. I found myself constantly looking at the time, counting down the hours until the workday was over and I could take Harper back to the apartment and then do all the dirty things possible to her. It was actually all I could think about and was having a hard time concentrating. I so badly wanted to bury myself in her young, willing body for the entire night. I was even thinking about taking the rest of the day off and taking her with me. Although I told myself that I wouldn’t get a
ttached to her, I had to admit, I spent more time than I would like to just thinking about Harper and the things I could do to hear her moan.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her and it was starting to get irritating. What the fuck was wrong with me? Harper, of course, remained professional. There was no indication on her part that she had spent the night on my cock and I was grateful for her discretion. I did not need anyone to find out about the fact that I had slept with Harper, especially Bryce who would likely murder me.
Speaking of the devil, Bryce walked into my office briskly stating that she was taking a conference call and asked Harper if she wanted to sit in the meeting and take notes. Harper practically jumped out of her seat which brought a smile to my face. Harper was a smart woman and knew that an opportunity like that would gain her valuable experience. I frowned as I watched the two women exit the office, leaving me alone. It suddenly felt lonely without Harper in the room to keep me company. It was amazing how quickly I had gotten used to her being around and in my space. I almost forgot what it was like to have my office to myself. Currently, it felt rather lonely and I didn’t like it much. It was a strange feeling for me to have because I was used to being alone and I had always been happy about it. I was comfortable and content being alone since Emelia died and never had an interest in seeking companionship after she passed away.
It was strange because I had gotten used to the dull ache that had been a constant emotion of missing my sweet Emelia. That was why I felt so guilty all the time. I felt as if I was dishonoring her memory by enjoying time with another woman. For me it meant that I wasn’t missing Emelia anymore or that I was forgetting her and that was the last thing that I wanted. The dull ache of missing Emelia was a painful thing to endure but I was finding the pain of loneliness to be a sharper blade and it was digging into me right then. What did it all mean and was I making a mistake in my life by not grasping Harper stronger and holding on to her tighter? I shook my head. I needed to get those thoughts out of my head and concentrate on work while Harper was out of the room. I should be taking advantage of the lack of distractions at the moment.
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