Page 102 of Unleashed
My heart races. Her fake fuckin' fiancé.
"You don't own me. And weekends are my free time. Thanks."
Even though I'm suddenly enraged, sassy Harper always gets me. Her face pales as she listens to whatever he says next.
"Friday. I can do Friday. Okay. Just calm down, it's fine." Her eyes meet mine.
Her cheeks flash red. And in that split second, I know what I need to do. She might be on the phone with him. But she’s on my bed. And I’m going to make sure she knows which man she belongs to.
I walk toward her, pressing my finger over my lips, and drop the towel. Her eyes go wide.
"Yeah. I'm listening," she says into the phone. Her voice’s already cracking.
I crawl onto the bed, spreading her legs. She clears her throat.
"Do I really need to be there?" she asks him.
I push her panties to the side with a grin and lower my mouth. Her breath hitches as I run my tongue along her pussy gently.
She slams her hand over her mouth. I don't stop. This is punishment for letting another man put a ring on her finger before I ever got the chance.
And honestly, I want my face between her legs at every opportunity. I've got years to make up for.
"I'm fine!" she squeaks, higher than she intended.
I sink my fingers inside her, keeping my eyes locked on hers.
"I gotta go. I'll speak to you later." She cuts the call and tosses the phone across the bed.
"Ace Sterling," she half-hisses, half-moans.
"Who do you belong to, Harper? Say it. Say my name."
"You. Ace fucking Sterling."
Her hand fists in my hair, pushing me back between her legs.
"Good girl."
I get her to the edge. Her whole body tense, my name falling out of her mouth, her fingers pulling at my hair. But I don't finish the job. I pull back, sit on my knees, and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
"You're cruel," she whines.
"What did he want?"
She blinks at me, breathless. "His parents are demanding dinner, me included."
I nod. "How long do you have to keep this up? When's his dying dad signing over the business? Couldn't he just wait till he died?"
She sucks in a breath. "He's been given two more years. Hudson doesn't want to wait and doesn’t trust the board. It wasmeant to be one date—not all of this. It just spiraled. Apparently, he thinks the sign over will be within the next month."
I run my hand through my hair. "I could just send one of our men to... speed the process up with his father?"
Her mouth drops open. "Ace Trent Sterling. You are not killing a dying man. He isn’t the bad one in this."
I frown. "No? I meant I could threaten. Blackmail. I'm sure they're rich enough to have skeletons in their closet."
She shakes her head. "No. It's fine, Ace. Hudson isn't being a dick about it. I get my case, he gets the company. It's all good."
