by Eva Luxe
The driver dropped us off at the hotel and I helped Harper out of the car again. When the door closed behind us and we walked toward the hotel doors, she didn’t let go of my hand. I loved holding onto her and I loved that she was holding onto me, too.
We stepped into the elevator and finally, we were alone. She stood close to me, and I leaned down and kissed her. I couldn’t help myself, I couldn’t stay away from her any longer. I had wanted this date to be innocent and pure, but I couldn’t stop myself. Harper drew me to her, and every fiber of my being ached for her.
She kissed me back and the kiss turned urgent, fast. I pushed her up against the elevator wall and pinned her with my body. She gasped into my mouth. God, I wanted her so badly.
The elevator pinged and we stepped apart. The doors slid open and someone stepped in, nodding a greeting. Harper and I stood side by side, the sexual energy humming between us, and I wondered if the other person could feel the tension. We were in the elevator with company for only one floor.
“What do you think that was all about?” Harper asked, when we were alone again. “Riding up only one floor? That’s strange.”
“A love,” I said, with a wink.
Harper smiled. I touched her cheek, brushing it with the back of my hand. Electricity flowed between us. Harper’s eyes were on mine and they were a deep green, darker than they had been before. They were filled with a hunger for me and I felt the same.
I kissed her again. I wasn’t going to be able to behave until we reached the room. I pulled her against me and put my hand on her breast, massaging her through the dress. She gasped and ground her hips against my crotch. I was hard in my pants. There were cameras in the elevator so I wouldn’t push it, but if we were truly alone I would have pulled her dress up and pushed my hand into her panties. I loved every inch of her body and I wanted to touch it, to kiss it and taste it.
Finally, the door slid open on our floor and Harper and I stepped away from each other, breathless with desire. I wanted her so badly and judging by the look on her face, the feeling was mutual.
“Come on,” Harper said and she took my hand again, lacing her fingers through mine.
Chapter 18
Harper
We stepped out of the elevator, holdings hands. I led the way to the room with Caden right behind me. I had a feeling he was looking at my ass.
He could look. I was hot for him and I wanted him to have all of me.
Caden opened the door with the keycard and it was barely closed behind us before we were on top of each other. I tugged at his collar, grabbed at his hair. Our hands roamed each other’s bodies and I couldn’t get enough of him. His tongue was in my mouth, tasting, exploring. Everything about Caden was familiar. It was like we were on the same level, completely in sync. And this was more than us merely getting it on. I didn’t know how he felt about it, but to me, it was about Caden and who he was. It was about who I was when I was with him.
It was different, this time. It was the third time we were doing this, but it felt like the first because it meant something to me. I hadn’t felt like this about someone in a long time. If ever. Caden was confident and demanding, knowing exactly what he wanted. I knew what I wanted, too. Not only his body, but Caden as a person. Where was all this coming from? I wasn’t even drunk.
I undid his shirt, my fingers trembling with anticipation. Caden’s chest was sculpted and adorned with golden chest hair. It was just the right amount to be sexy. I ran my fingers through it before pushing the shirt off his shoulders. He took his hands off me just long enough to get rid of his shirt before his hands were on me again.
One arm wrapped around my waist and with his other hand, he cupped my breast. He kneaded me through my dress and I sighed into his mouth. Caden rubbed his dick against my crotch and his body betrayed how badly he wanted me. The thick ridge in his pants was a turn on.
Caden slid his hands over my body and he held me to him while he ground himself against me. I was drunk with desire for him. Everything in me ached for him. My body screamed for a release and I wanted him deep inside me.
As if he knew what I needed, Caden reached down and grabbed the hem of my dress. He pulled it up, unwrapping me like a present. I lifted my arms to help him. He dropped the dress on the floor with his shirt. I would worry about hanging it up right, later. Caden slid his hands around me and unhooked my bra. He pulled it off my shoulders and slid it down my arms, tossing it to the side. I stood before him, naked from the waist up. The air in the room was cool and I got goosebumps, tightening my already erect nipples.
Caden stopped kissing me and looked me up and down.
“You are gorgeous,” he said. Caden must have been with many women before me. When a man was as popular as he was, there were a lot of women to be compared to. I didn’t get the feeling that he compared me to anyone. He looked at me like I was the most precious thing he’d ever seen. It made me feel beautiful. A man could break a woman with the wrong looks or comments about her body, but Caden could build me up the same way. With him, I felt like I was beautiful in every way.
This felt like more than sex to me. It felt like there was something more. I didn’t know if he felt it, but I was starting to see Caden differently. This trip had made me see a side of him that was worth loving.
I pushed the thoughts away. I could not think about love. Not when I was here to help him get his money by pretending to be engaged. I would only get myself hurt, in the end. This was about enjoying myself, just like Tina had said.
When Caden kissed me again, he pressed his naked torso against mine and my breath hitched. There was something intimate about being skin on skin like this. This was the point of no return. Until Caden and I were shirtless together, I could still say no.
Not that I ever wanted to.
His skin was searing hot. I pressed my hands flat against Caden’s back, feeling his muscles ripple as he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he walked me to the bed.
I had already lost my heels somewhere between the door and the bed.
Caden put me down on the bed and kicked off his own shoes before he pulled down his pants. His dick pushed against the fabric of his jocks, eager to be let out.
Caden leaned over me with his hands on my thighs. My legs immediately fell open for him. I was sober, but the way we were falling into a rhythm, like a scene that belonged in a dream, made me feel lightheaded. Caden curled her fingers around the elastic of my G-string and slowly slid it down my legs. He stared at my body as he peeled away the last of my clothing, his eyes filled with hunger. His desire was as strong as mine.
I laid in front of him, completely naked now and more than confident because I knew Caden loved what he saw.
He climbed onto the bed and laid down next to me, pressing his body against me so tightly his weight was almost on top of me. Our lips met, and the kiss was long and sensual. Deep. I loved the taste of him on my lips, the way he kissed me like he never wanted to stop. I loved the feeling of butterflies erupting in my stomach, just like I was a love-struck teenager.
He reached for my breast and ran his thumb over my nipple. He took it between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it before he tugged on it. I squirmed on the bed, the feeling setting me alight. I was getting wetter by the minute and it was becoming unbearable.
Caden knew he was driving me mad and he didn’t torture me for too long. He slid his hand down my body. I sighed when he pushed his fingers between my legs and found my slit. I jerked when he flicked over my clit. He groaned when he felt how ready I was for him.
He kissed me, locking our lips together and I closed my eyes, drowning in the taste of him. He slid his finger up and down my slit and I moaned into his mouth. He pushed me to the edge until I couldn’t hold it anymore.
And then, he stopped.
He lifted his hips and pulled his jocks down. His dick sprang free, hard and smooth. He was wet and eager. He reached for a condom on the side table and slid it on.
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nbsp; Caden rolled onto me, lifting his weight off me with his hands on either side of my head. He was positioned between my legs and I liked him, there.
I trembled slightly, nervous when I hadn’t been before. What was going on? Why did I feel like this around him now? I refused to believe that I might be in love with this man. I didn’t do love. But everything about Caden was attractive, addictive even, and I was starting to wonder if maybe I was starting to change.
Caden’s face was close to mine. His eyes were impossibly blue and he pressed the tip of his dick against my entrance. I held my breath in anticipation and moaned when he slid into me. No matter how many times we did this, I would never get used to the size and feel of him. He was thick and hard, and he slid in all the way to the hilt. He stayed there for only a moment before he pulled back, slowly sliding out of me again.
He moved in and out of me, achingly slow, torturing me. His eyes were glued to mine. I held onto his shoulders, finding them strong and muscular. I loved a good back and strong shoulders. Some women like asses. I liked strength.
Caden pushed into me harder and faster, picking up the pace. I gave myself over to the feel of him inside of me, the way his weight pinned me down, his sex buried deep inside my body. He fucked me like there was no tomorrow and I responded, moaning and crying out now that we didn’t have to be quiet, like underneath the pier. An orgasm built in my core and I closed my eyes, focusing on the heat that slowly spread through my body.
He fucked me harder and harder, rocking my body back and forth on the bed as he rammed into me. My breasts moved back and forth with the motion and the room filled with the sounds of our sex; the sound of his thick flesh pounding into me, and our combined moans and groans. Caden held himself up above me, his strong arms like pillars on either side of my head, and his skin hot and slick against mine. He breathed hard as his body moved, pushing into me.
My orgasm grew. My legs were like jelly and my heart pounded against my chest. Ecstasy spread through my body. It was like I was a cup, filling with hot water, getting closer and closer to the rim before I spilled over.
Caden relentlessly pounded into me with an urgency that came with our desire. I moaned and gasped, his fucking pushing my breath out in the same rhythm as he bucked his hips. My core clenched and the orgasm spilled over me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him into me and grabbing handfuls of skin on his back as the intensity increased. Caden slowed a little when my body clamped down on him.
I opened my eyes when I could think straight again and looked at Caden. His eyes were on me and flashed me a cocky grin. He knew what he had done to me. I was still tingling with the aftermath of an orgasm that had shaken me to my core.
But Caden wasn’t finished with me. He hadn’t orgasmed yet, and with him so far, we had finished at the same time. I had never been in sync with someone like that before. It was strange that were connected when I never connected with anyone. I was sensitive, wrapped tightly around Caden’s dick and I was hyper-aware of everything he did. Caden kissed me, picking up the pace again. He leaned on his elbows on either side of my head and his body was pressed along the length of mine.
Caden fucked me harder. It was primal, now. His strokes shortened and he picked up the pace even more. Before, it had been to get me off, but this was for him. He dropped his head to my neck and I closed my eyes. I let his heat and his passion sweep me along. I was still on the edge after my orgasm and it echoed through me. Caden groaned in my neck. Another orgasm built up inside me. I responded to the way he was fucking me. The natural rhythm had taken over and the way he rocked me on the bed pushed me closer and closer to yet another orgasm.
I knew when Caden released. He pushed into me as far as he could and twitched, releasing his load. He pumped into me and it was enough to push me over the edge again. I fell apart beneath Caden. I cried out, curled and convulsed. We were in this together, riding out the orgasm as one and I had never felt this close to someone.
“That was amazing,” he breathed in my ear. He lifted his head to look at me before he kissed me, pressing his lips against mine. His hair was damp with sweat, his skin was slick and when he kissed me it got me all messy, too.
It might have bothered me if it was anyone else, but getting messy with Caden felt natural.
Caden pulled back, sliding out of me. His dick was softening and he rolled off me. We laid side by side on the little twin bed, squeezed tightly together so the size of the bed didn’t matter. I liked being this close to him.
When Caden rolled onto his back I moved so I laid on his chest. He put his arm around me and held me against him.
After a few moments went by, I immediately had clarity.
“I’ll sign the papers,” I said. I knew without a doubt what I wanted to do.
Caden turned his head to me and I tipped my face up to look at him.
“You know you don’t have to do it. The money isn’t as important to me as your peace of mind.”
I nodded. “I appreciate you saying that. But I want to.”
Caden looked at me for only a moment before he put his hand under my chin, tipping my head up so he could kiss me. This was exactly what I wanted, I thought, as I melted against him.
Chapter 19
Caden
We dressed for the lawyer’s office again on Thursday morning. I was nervous and excited. Last night, Harper had told me she wanted to go through with the marriage. It had made my heart beat out of my chest. She knew exactly what it entailed and it made me feel like maybe she was starting to consider a life with me.
After the night we’d had last night, a life with her was what I wanted, too. I still hadn’t had the courage to tell her how I felt. I had wanted to tell her last night, but like a pussy, I had chickened out.
She told me she wanted to do it anyway, and that told me that she was on the same page I was, even though we hadn’t talked about it. A rush of excitement coursed through me at the thought that we were together in a way. I was so happy.
“Are you ready to go?” I asked Harper when she stepped out of the bathroom. She had put on a dress suit; a pencil skirt with a matching jacket, a blouse tucked in and the black heels she had worn on our date last night. She was the perfect combination of sexy and professional, and if we had more time, I would have stripped her down naked and taken her again.
“Ready,” she said. She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “I’m a little nervous.”
“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” I said. “All we have to do is sign the papers and that’s it.”
Harper nodded and we left the hotel together. We took a cab to Danbury’s office and arrived ten minutes early. When I saw Camden, I was filled with dread. I had hoped we could handle this without having him present. It was only a contract that needed to be signed, after all.
I didn’t want to talk to him. I sat down in the waiting area with Harper, not making eye contact, but Camden walked toward us, anyway.
“Hello, cousin,” Camden said.
“Camden,” I said. “I didn’t realize you were coming today.”
“I have to fight for what’s mine,” he said. “This is her, I presume?”
I was immediately pissed off. “Her name is Harper,” I said coldly, “and she is my fiancée.” I turned to Harper who had stood with me. “This is my cousin, Camden.”
Harper smiled. “It’s so nice to meet you,” she said, holding out her hand. Camden looked at her hand without taking it.
“I’ve heard about you,” he said. “And I hope you know this isn’t going to work.”
Harper looked at me and I could see the panic in her eyes despite her poker face. Camden wouldn’t pick up on it, but I did.
“Jealousy makes you nasty, cousin,” I said.
Camden laughed. “It’s not jealousy, Caden. It’s confidence. I know this relationship is fake. You’re only getting married for the money. I don’t know where you dug up a woman that is willing to do that for you. Did you offer her
half the cash?”
I clenched my fists, wanting to punch him in the face. I wanted to wipe that smug grin right off. But we were in a lawyer’s office. This was the best place for Camden to sue me for assault. And he would probably do something pathetic like that, too.
“Let’s just get this over and done with, shall we?” I said, being the dick I wanted to be. Danbury opened his office doors and stepped out, calling us to the conference room where we had first met. Camden walked in, followed by a short, stocky man in a brown suit.
“He wasn’t supposed to be here,” Harper said in a panicked whisper as soon as everyone else was in the office. “What are we going to do?”
“We’re going to calm down and do what we came here to do. They have no proof of anything.”
Harper nodded, but she wasn’t calm. She was panicked and freaked out. Camden’s nasty attitude and the way he had talked about her like she wasn’t even with us had thrown her off.
I guided her into the conference room where Danbury was seated on one side, next to two open seats. Camden and the man I assumed was his lawyer sat on the other side of the table. Harper and I took our seats and Danbury introduced us to each other. I disliked Mr. Finch, Camden’s lawyer, immediately. He had shifty little eyes and a balding head that he tried to cover by combing his hair over it. His suit was an ugly brown and his tie had a stain on it. When he smiled his teeth were yellowed from years of smoking.
“Right,” Danbury said. “We’re here today to settle the matter of the Josephine Griffin estate.” He ran through the terms of the will again, pointing out that Camden would get the mansion and I would get the money, provided I was married.
“I’ve had the pleasure of meeting Miss Donaldson and I’m more than satisfied with their declaration of love. This contract serves as a legally binding document.”