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you. Which is a problem.”
She let out a soft laugh, then rubbed his erection with the palm of her hand. “Yes, a pretty sizable problem from what I can tell.”
He wanted her hands on him. He wanted to take this further. He wanted to kiss her pretty mouth and slide his tongue inside to taste her.
He wanted a lot of things, but he’d learned a long time ago that he couldn’t have everything he wanted, and some temptations were better left alone.
Harmony was one of those temptations. And he owed it to Drake to keep his hands off his sister. So he took a step back, regretting every inch he moved backward.
Harmony cocked a brow. “You sure about that?”
“Not really, but it’s a choice I’m going to have to make.”
“Because of Drake.”
He nodded.
“Okay. I’m not going to throw myself at you, Barrett.” She walked him to her front door, then turned to face him. “But I think it’s the wrong decision. And when you’re lying in bed tonight with your cock aching and hard, think about that decision and what you could have had tonight. Because we’re two grown-ass adults and you should be able to make your own choices about who you see—and who you take to bed.”
His cock was already hard. But this was complicated. “Good night, Harmony.”
She opened the door for him. “Good night, Barrett.”
He walked outside, blasted by the hot, humid air, which didn’t improve his frustrated, irritated mood at all.
As he slid into his SUV and started the engine, he turned the AC to arctic, hoping it would cool down his desires on the drive back to his place.
Unfortunately, the cold AC made him think of Harmony being in the car with him—naked—the air vents blowing on her nipples, arcing into tight points. She’d rub them, teasing him as he drove.
Shit.
By the time he pulled into the garage of his condo, his dick was rock hard, throbbing, and he needed some relief.
Too bad he’d walked away from a very willing and receptive Harmony.
He’d made the right choice, even if his dick didn’t think so at the moment.
He threw his keys on the kitchen counter, grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and, leaving the lights off, walked into the livingroom. The drapes were drawn, so he stared through the French doors into the darkness.
He wished Harmony was standing next to him. Her scent still lingered around him, so he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, imagining her moving in front of him to put her arms around him, pressing her breasts against him. Her hair would tickle his chin and he’d grab a handful of it, tilt her head back so he could take her mouth in a deep kiss.
His cock strained against the zipper of his jeans. He set his beer down on the coffee table and returned to the back door. In the dark he had plenty of privacy, so he unzipped his pants, drew them and his briefs down over his hips and pulled out his cock.
His gaze was fixed outside, but that’s not what he was looking at. He was firmly implanted in his imagination, where Harmony had dropped to her knees, her hands taking hold of his cock just as he had hold of it now. As he began to stroke, so would she, only her hands were smaller and softer than his.
She’d sift his shaft through both hands, looking up at him as she tilted his cock toward her lips. And when her sweet pink tongue darted out to lick at the crest, he groaned.
“Yes, suck it,” he whispered to himself, caught up in the fantasy of her mouth covering his cockhead.
He stroked the shaft, fisting it in his hand and drawing it through, imagining it disappearing in the warm recesses of Harmony’s mouth. He shuddered at the visuals of her lips compressing over his flesh, of her tongue darting over his cockhead.
He could go all night doing this, fantasizing about her sucking him. But dammit, he could already feel his balls tighten, could already feel them quiver in anticipation of his climax.
He reached over on the table for a tissue and held it in one hand while he
She let out a soft laugh, then rubbed his erection with the palm of her hand. “Yes, a pretty sizable problem from what I can tell.”
He wanted her hands on him. He wanted to take this further. He wanted to kiss her pretty mouth and slide his tongue inside to taste her.
He wanted a lot of things, but he’d learned a long time ago that he couldn’t have everything he wanted, and some temptations were better left alone.
Harmony was one of those temptations. And he owed it to Drake to keep his hands off his sister. So he took a step back, regretting every inch he moved backward.
Harmony cocked a brow. “You sure about that?”
“Not really, but it’s a choice I’m going to have to make.”
“Because of Drake.”
He nodded.
“Okay. I’m not going to throw myself at you, Barrett.” She walked him to her front door, then turned to face him. “But I think it’s the wrong decision. And when you’re lying in bed tonight with your cock aching and hard, think about that decision and what you could have had tonight. Because we’re two grown-ass adults and you should be able to make your own choices about who you see—and who you take to bed.”
His cock was already hard. But this was complicated. “Good night, Harmony.”
She opened the door for him. “Good night, Barrett.”
He walked outside, blasted by the hot, humid air, which didn’t improve his frustrated, irritated mood at all.
As he slid into his SUV and started the engine, he turned the AC to arctic, hoping it would cool down his desires on the drive back to his place.
Unfortunately, the cold AC made him think of Harmony being in the car with him—naked—the air vents blowing on her nipples, arcing into tight points. She’d rub them, teasing him as he drove.
Shit.
By the time he pulled into the garage of his condo, his dick was rock hard, throbbing, and he needed some relief.
Too bad he’d walked away from a very willing and receptive Harmony.
He’d made the right choice, even if his dick didn’t think so at the moment.
He threw his keys on the kitchen counter, grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and, leaving the lights off, walked into the livingroom. The drapes were drawn, so he stared through the French doors into the darkness.
He wished Harmony was standing next to him. Her scent still lingered around him, so he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, imagining her moving in front of him to put her arms around him, pressing her breasts against him. Her hair would tickle his chin and he’d grab a handful of it, tilt her head back so he could take her mouth in a deep kiss.
His cock strained against the zipper of his jeans. He set his beer down on the coffee table and returned to the back door. In the dark he had plenty of privacy, so he unzipped his pants, drew them and his briefs down over his hips and pulled out his cock.
His gaze was fixed outside, but that’s not what he was looking at. He was firmly implanted in his imagination, where Harmony had dropped to her knees, her hands taking hold of his cock just as he had hold of it now. As he began to stroke, so would she, only her hands were smaller and softer than his.
She’d sift his shaft through both hands, looking up at him as she tilted his cock toward her lips. And when her sweet pink tongue darted out to lick at the crest, he groaned.
“Yes, suck it,” he whispered to himself, caught up in the fantasy of her mouth covering his cockhead.
He stroked the shaft, fisting it in his hand and drawing it through, imagining it disappearing in the warm recesses of Harmony’s mouth. He shuddered at the visuals of her lips compressing over his flesh, of her tongue darting over his cockhead.
He could go all night doing this, fantasizing about her sucking him. But dammit, he could already feel his balls tighten, could already feel them quiver in anticipation of his climax.
He reached over on the table for a tissue and held it in one hand while he
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