Page 70 of I Want You

Harper stifles a moan against Victoria’s mouth when she feels the pressure of her ex-wife’s fingers digging into her hips. The contact of Victoria’s warm skin against her own—laid bare by the friction of her underwear—sends a jolt of electricity racing down her spine.

Harper needs no invitation. She slides her hands over Victoria’s shoulders, pushing the silk aside until the garment falls to the floor. Her eyes roam over Victoria’s bare torso: her pale skin illuminated by the morning light, her defined shoulders, her abdomen, and the perfect curve of her breasts peeking out from beneath the lace. It is an overwhelming sight. A tangible reminder that no headline in the world, no cover in Velvet & Silk, no publishing empire can compete with the certainty of having this woman surrender to her touch.

With a decisive gesture, Harper dips her hand into the blackberry jam on the table. The thick, sweet, cold texture clings to her index and middle fingers. Victoria raises an eyebrow in curiosity, but before she can utter a word, Harper traces a bright purple line that descends from Victoria’s collarbone, passes through the center of her cleavage, and ends right at the edge of her navel.

“Harper…” Victoria’s tone changes instantly. The commanding edge in her voice breaks into a gasping breath.

“Shh. I’m in charge here,” Harper commands with a fiery look.

Harper leans forward and presses her mouth to the start of the line of jam, right at the base of Victoria’s neck. Her tongue captures the sweetness of the red fruit mixed with the unique taste of Victoria’s skin. The contrast between the fruit’s chill and the scorching heat of her ex-wife’s body sends a shiver down Victoria’s spine, drawing a loud gasp that echoes through the empty kitchen.

Harper moves slowly, savoring every millimeter with agonizing slowness. Her tongue traces concentric circles on Victoria’s skin, increasing the intensity of her suction as she moves down the line of her abdomen. When her mouth reaches the center clasp of Victoria’s lace bra, Harper uses her teeth to unhook it with an ease that drives Victoria wild.

The lace opens. Victoria’s breasts are exposed, beautiful and perky. Harper sets the jam aside and wraps her hot mouth around one of Victoria’s nipples, sucking it hard while her fingers mold the other breast with possessive roughness.

“Ah…!” Victoria arches her back, digging her nails into Harper’s bare shoulders. “Harper… fuck…”

Harper intensifies the suction, using her tongue to alternately punish and caress Victoria’s nipple, feeling the executive’s legs tremble slightly against hers. The outside world—Eleanor, the committee, the scandal awaiting them at nine in the morning—simply ceases to exist. There is no empire beyond this slab of marble, no contract beyond the burning skin that yields beneath her lips.

Victoria can no longer bear the passive role. With a sudden, desperate movement, she wraps her arms around Harper’s neck, pulling her upward to seal their lips together once more in a scorching kiss, while sliding a hand with brazen determination down toward Harper’s crotch.

She slides her fingers downward, searching for the damp, warm fabric of Harper’s underwear. When she finds the lace completely soaked, Victoria lets out a growl of satisfaction against Harper’s lips.

“All that attitude… and you’re melting for me,” Victoria whispers against her lips, slipping two fingers at once past the edge of her panties and heading straight for Harper’s swollen clitoris.

“Victoria!” Harper lets out a stifled cry, throwing her head back as the direct contact of her fingertips makes her see stars.

Victoria’s rhythm is relentless. She knows every inch of Harper’s body because she studied it for years, because she missed it in Paris, and because she has no intention of ever depriving herself of this privilege again.

Harper clings to Victoria’s shoulders as if they were her only anchor in the middle of a hurricane. Their moans intertwine, filling the room with a symphony of raw desire. Harper feels the walls of her pussy contract involuntarily, craving more, screaming for complete penetration.

Without breaking the rhythm of her fingers, Victoria pulls Harper’s underwear down with her free hand, tearing the lace at the side without the slightest hesitation.

“You’re going to leave me naked…” Harper gasps with a choked laugh that turns into a moan as she feels Victoria’s fingers suddenly thrust inside her.

“I’ll buy you ten more,” Victoria replies in a hoarse voice, pressing her forehead against Harper’s as her fingers plunge in and out of her at a rapid pace. “I’ll buy you the whole store if you let me do this to you every morning.”

Harper clenches her inner walls around Victoria’s fingers, feeling the orgasm begin to form at the base of her belly: a ball of expanding heat that threatens to destroy her.

Victoria’s gaze is clouded by lust, radiant, fixed on her with an intensity that pierces her soul. There is no distance. There are no barriers. Only absolute surrender. And the very moment their eyes meet, the wave crashes.

The orgasm hits Harper with the force of an electric shock. Her thighs tighten abruptly around Victoria’s waist, her belly contracts in violent spasms, and a long, high-pitched, uninhibited scream escapes her throat, finally choking off against Victoria’s shoulder. Harper shakes on the marble, taking every thrust of Victoria’s fingers as the peak of pleasure drags her into an abyss of absolute heat.

Victoria holds Harper’s weight firmly, kissing her temple, her cheek, her neck, savoring the sweat and the scent of her skin as the wave slowly recedes.

“That’s it… come for me,” Victoria murmurs sweetly, slowing the rhythm of her fingers until they lie still inside her, savoring the last involuntary throbs of Harper’s body.

Harper remains leaning against Victoria’s bare chest, listening to the frantic beating of her heart. It takes her several seconds to catch her breath, her limbs feeling heavy and filled with a sense of fullness she has never experienced before.

However, when she looks back at Victoria’s face, she sees the spark burning in her eyes.

Her bare feet touch the icy floor, but she doesn’t care. She grabs Victoria by the thighs and spins her around on the marble, forcing her to lie down on the smooth surface. Victoria’s hair fans out around her. Her legs dangle off the edge, completely exposed.

Harper wastes no time. She kneels between Victoria’s legs. Her fingers trace up the executive’s thighs, pushing aside the last barrier of sheer fabric covering her center.

Victoria is completely soaked, glistening in the dawn light, ready and throbbing for her.

“Harper…” Victoria’s tone loses all trace of control.