Why did I think I could fight this? Why was I even trying? Hadn’t I already made the decision to let myself indulge, to soak up all the joy and pleasure I could from our time together?
It probably startled Harper when I lunged at him. One moment, I was just standing there, frozen with indecision. The next, I was all over him.
My lips met his as our bodies collided. I pulled at the apron and somehow got it untied and off him. Or maybe he did that. Then he was naked and in my arms, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
He kissed me and licked me and made the most incredible sound of pure longing, and I drowned in him. Utterly and completely drowned. His hands caressed my body as he pushed up my shirt, and he ground his cock against mine through my jeans as he bit my earlobe. I ran my short nails up his back, and he growled and bit me again, in the spot where my neck met my shoulder.
I was shaking. Incoherent. I started fumbling with my clothes, but I couldn’t manage it somehow so Harper took over. He ended up stripping me, in between licking and kissing my chest and shoulders and neck. As soon as I was naked, I pushed my tongue into his mouth. He moaned with pleasure and pinned me with my back to the wall.
Then he spun us around, kissing me roughly before carrying me to the desk, depositing me on top of all those wedding invitations, and sliding his lips down my cock.
Somehow, I managed to open my messenger bag, pull out the plastic bag from the drug store, and dump its contents onto the desk. This was quite the accomplishment, since that blow job was making it tough to remember my own name.
Harper came up for air after a few minutes and tore open the box of condoms while I peeled the wrapper off the lube. I prepped myself quickly while he put on a condom, and then I grabbed what ended up being the entire contents of a box of tissues to wipe my hands. The tissues went flying as he pulled me toward him and flipped me over. God, I loved being manhandled like that.
We fucked hard and fast, with me bent over the desk and him buried deep in my ass while he grasped my hips. It was so good. Better than anything. And Harper was perfection. He was totally uninhibited, wild, and unselfconscious. I’d never had a lover like that before, and I knew I never would again. Yet another reason to savor every moment I had with him.
He thrust into me so hard that the heavy desk started to slide forward, an inch at a time. Then he pulled me upright and clutched me to him as he began jerking me off. A minute later, my orgasm slammed into me, just as he started to come. I grasped the arm around my shoulders with both hands, driving myself back onto his cock as my head spun.
Afterwards, we dropped onto the floor in a tangle of limbs. He tossed the condom in the trash as we caught our breath, and then he balled up the apron to use as a pillow and gathered me into his arms. He kissed me and whispered, “You keep surprising me.”
Harper fell asleep soon after. I kissed his shoulder and draped my flannel shirt over him like a blanket. Then I stood up shakily and got dressed.
The office was pretty trashed, so I spent a couple of minutes cleaning it up. I briefly considered going back to the stacks of invitations, but I was wiped out. Instead, I went and found a blanket in one of the guest rooms and used it to cover Harper. I would have liked to get him to move to a bed, but he’d been so exhausted that I thought it was best to let him sleep.
I wrote him a note, which said good night and that I’d be back first thing in the morning. Then I grabbed my bag, crouched down, and kissed his forehead before slipping out of the office.
The house was oddly quiet. Even the pets had all wandered off to bed. I picked up my duffle bag, then set the alarm on the way out and made sure to lock the door behind me.
I’d totally forgotten about the spilled air freshener until I opened the door to my SUV and was hit by a wave of fake lavender. By the time I reached my apartment, I absolutely reeked of it. I dropped my stuff and stripped just inside the door, then went straight to the shower.
Afterwards, I put on my most comfortable T-shirt, which was gray, soft, and oversized, along with a pair of old sweats. Then I gathered the clothes I’d been wearing and my dirty laundry and stuffed everything in the stackable washing machine in the hall closet.