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  “No problem at all, sir,” he says.

  “I don’t want any of the Rich family entering this building. I don’t care who they are here to see.”

  “I’ll let the others know.”

  “Thank you. Have a good night,” he tells the man before guiding me back to his private elevator.

  “I might need a shower after dealing with that witch. She looks like her mother, but she acts like her father. They’re all users and I don’t just mean drugs.” He pulls me into him as he presses his nose to the top of my head and he breathes me in.

  “Say something about what you found out. About who I am,” I whisper. The elevator doors slide open, but we don’t move as his hand comes to my chin. He makes me look up at him so I can’t hide for a second.

  “I don’t care,” he tells me simply.

  “She was so wrong about you. I hate that she—”

  “Sweetheart, don’t let her words touch you, because they mean nothing to me.”

  The weight of the world lifts off my shoulders as he holds me close. Before I know what’s happening, I’m in his arms and he’s carrying me off the elevator and back into his home. I bury my face into his neck and it’s my turn to breathe him in. A few moments later my back hits his bed and he comes down over me. My sweet, charming man is back and I reach up and touch his face, wanting to reassure myself that he’s real.

  “Are you getting it now?” he asks before he kisses me deeply and begins to undress me. “I don't care about any of that shit. I care about what it’s in here.” He places his palm over my heart.

  “You’re a good man, Harris. I should have known you wouldn’t care. I just got scared,” I admit. “I’m so afraid of losing everything again. I don’t let anyone close because I don’t want to lose them or see them not care when they lose me.” In this moment I see that losing my parents hurt me more than I’ve ever admitted to myself.

  “I’m already close, sweetheart.” He leans in, brushing his mouth against mine. “There’s no way in hell I’m stupid enough to let you go, and anyone who did wasn’t worthy of you.” My eyes start to water at his sweet words.

  “None of that,” he tells me as he gives me his perfect smile. “Let me show you how worthy I am to have you.” He slips down my body and kisses me between my legs until he wrings every last ounce of pleasure from me and I drift off to sleep.

  Chapter Eleven

  Harris

  I watch her sleep because I don’t want to miss a moment with her. She’s on her side and the lights are off, but I left the door to the bathroom cracked so that I could still see her. The soft glow lights up her silhouette and I memorize every curve of her body.

  She’s completely naked with the blankets pushed off of her. After I feasted on her she snuggled in and hasn’t moved since. I run my fingers from her shoulder to her hip, back and forth as she hums sleepily.

  Everything she’s been through in the past few months had to have been hell. I looked up her family and saw what they’d done, but it didn’t push me away from her. The more I read, the more it made me want to protect her because it’s clear that no one else ever has. I don’t feel sorry for her, because she’s here in spite of the odds being stacked against her. She’s probably the strongest person I know, and all I want to do is be by her side.

  How quickly my life has turned upside down and I’ve seen the new perspective in front of me. I never thought about love at first sight or that I could be so completely taken by someone with one word. But since I got into the back of Sloan’s car, that’s exactly what’s been happening. Every time she smiles, laughs, or even touches me, I fall completely and madly in love with her.

  “You are special. Never stop believing that.” I whisper the quote from Annie and think about her as a little girl watching that movie.

  I bet she wished for someone to come rescue her. It’s a shame it took me so long to find her.

  Leaning forward, I press my lips to her shoulder and hold her close. She snuggles against my chest and I close my eyes, vowing that I will be the one to love her for the rest of her life. I’m content for the first time in my life and I don’t feel like I’m just running from one job to the next. Maybe it’s all been leading up to finding Sloan so that this is my job now.

  The sun comes up and I haven’t gone to sleep, but I feel more rested than I have in a really long time. She stretches, and I watch as she begins to roll over but then jerks awake. I have to hold my laugh in when she sits up and looks around with her hair disheveled and a wild look in her eyes. Then she realizes she’s in the bed with me and she smiles as she falls back on the pillow.

  “I thought I was going to roll off the sofa,” she says as she covers her face with her hands. She begins to laugh and the motion makes her breasts move and of course now I want to suck her nipples.

  I lean forward and rub my nose against the tight peak, and her laughter turns into a moan. I run my tongue along the edges and then tease her with my teeth. My cock is hard and demanding against my boxer briefs, but I’ve managed to ignore it for most of the night. I didn’t trust myself to sleep naked with her, but now I’m not so sure how much longer I can hold off.

  “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

  I move to her other breast and feast on her there before I roll her over on her back and move on top of her. Her legs spread and I settle between them, rocking against her.

  “Maybe you should take these off,” she says as her fingers go to the waistband of my underwear.

  I stop breathing when she dips her hand inside and wraps her fingers around my length. I rest my forehead against hers when she starts to move her hand up and down.

  “If you keep doing that I won’t be able to stop.”

  “I don’t want you to.”

  I look into her eyes and I can see a need there as deep as my own. As she pushes my underwear down and takes out my cock, I’m helpless to what she wants. She rubs the swollen tip through her wet folds and I feel like every nerve ending in my body is concentrated on that one spot.

  “After what you did for me last night, when you stood up for me.” She shakes her head. “That meant more to me than you’ll ever know.”

  I ease forward as I sink into her an inch and feel the warmth of her pussy wrap around me. “I’ve fallen for you, Sloan Martinez.” She gasps as I slide further into her and her tight walls clench. “There’s no going back after this. I’m done for you and I won’t let you go.”

  “More!” she cries out, raising her hips to meet me.

  I sink all the way inside her to the base of my cock. She’s impossibly tight all the way to the root, and I clench my teeth to try and hold myself together. She’s hotter and tighter than anything I’ve ever felt before and I don’t want to rush it.

  “I’m yours, Harris,” she says as she looks up at me with heavy eyes full of desire.

  I curse. Her words are my undoing and I pull out slowly before thrusting all the way back in. She cries out, but I can’t stop as I try to kiss her softly while I hammer into her. I whisper words of encouragement and tell her how beautiful and perfect she is. I can’t control my thrusts and they’re uneven and heavy. My only thought is to get into her as deep as possible and coat her body with my cum. The heavy weight of my balls smacks her ass and they demand release.

  “Mine, mine, mine,” I chant, holding her wrists to the mattress and taking her like I own her.

  A layer of sweat coats my body as I move on top of her. She wraps her legs around me, and her pussy squeezes me tighter as she gets closer to her climax.

  “I’m not pulling out,” I say as I hold myself deep inside of her. “I’ll take care of you.”

  I grind against her pussy without pulling out and my cock throbs inside of her. She pulses around me, and I rub on her clit. It’s enough to send me over the edge. The first jet of hot cum inside her and she cries out her climax. We cling to one another as we find the finish line together and I kiss her softly while she comes down
from her peak.

  It’s dirty and we’re both a mess. I feel my cum leak out of her and down her ass. I smile at her as I lean back and look in her eyes. She really is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

  “Take a shower with me,” I say and rub my nose against hers, thinking life couldn’t be more perfect. How have I been living without her all this time?

  “You like bossing me around.” Her fingers play with the hair on my chest, and I smile.

  “You like it.” I pull her up in my arms and carry her from the bed as she squeals with laughter.

  “Maybe just a little,” she says, and I walk us into the shower.

  Chapter Twelve

  Sloan

  You can’t get pregnant in the shower, right? That’s the thought I have as I put on the lingerie that’s laid out on the bed for me.

  Harris has left me in here all day while a team of people came over to make me beautiful. I had my body scrubbed even though he already did a thorough job of that earlier, then I was buffed and polished within an inch of my life. I look down at my perfect nails that are a soft gray color and see that they match the undergarments I’m supposed to wear tonight. I’m sure this is not by coincidence.

  My sex clenches when I think about Harris holding me up against the shower wall as he pounded into me. He came twice before he put me down, and then he licked me between my legs because he wanted to see what we tasted like together. At one point he slipped a finger in my ass and I thought I was going to break into a million pieces. I can’t believe I was so innocent only a day ago. I never thought sex could be like this, and from what friends told me in high school, they must have been doing it wrong. The first time didn’t even really hurt, and then after that it was nothing but ecstasy.

  There’s a soft knock on the bedroom door and I hear one of the assistants, Luna, ask if everything is okay.

  “Just a second,” I say as I slip on the bra and panties and matching garters and slip. This seems like a ton of things that Harris is just going to have to peel off me later. The thought makes me dizzy with lust and I ache for him to fill me again. He filled an emptiness that I hadn’t know was there.

  Once I’ve got everything on, I open the door and Luna comes inside with a garment bag held high. This is the dress Harris wouldn’t let me try on and now I’m excited to see it. She hangs it up on the closet door and unzips it. She takes the dress out and I’m shocked at how beautiful it is. It’s top to bottom lace that’s a deep plum color and I can’t wait to try it on.

  I stand in front the mirror as I step into it, and Luna helps me with the buttons. It’s got long sleeves that are snug the whole way down and the front plunges low between my breasts. The back is the same and there is a small clasp at the back of my neck holding the delicate material together. The dress hugs me all the way to my feet, where it cascades onto the floor. From the way the dress is made, the entire thing looks see-through and the lace is strategically placed in the all the right places.

  “Harris is going to die,” I say as I turn from side to side in the mirror and admire myself.

  My blonde hair is down with just one side of my hair pinned back. My skin is glowing and I’ve never looked more beautiful. I want to cry.

  “Don’t do that. You’ll mess up the makeup,” Luna says as she brings over a tissue. “You look—”

  “Breathtaking,” Harris finishes for her, and I turn around to see him at the doorway. “Thank you, Luna, I think I can take it from here.”

  I look down and see he’s holding a pair of heels and I smile at him. I give Luna a quick hug goodbye and thank her for her help. Harris closes the door after her.

  “Maybe you should stay on that side of the room,” I say when he comes prowling closer to me. He gives me an evil smile and I hold my hand out. “I mean it. This is the nicest I’ve ever looked and I want to enjoy it for five more minutes.”

  “Is that all?” he says as he leans in close and kisses me on the bare skin of my neck. “I think I can come up with something to do in the meantime.”

  He presses his body against mine and his hard cock makes me wet instantly. He has broken the flood gates, because apparently I’m just turned on all the time now. I was interested in sex before, but there was never an opportunity for it. Now that I’ve given myself to Harris the only thing I want to do is get back in bed.

  “Quit looking at me like that. One of us has to have some self-control.”

  “Not it,” I say quickly, and he laughs and shakes his head.

  “Come here and let me help you.” He takes my hand and leads me over to the bed where I sit on the edge and he kneels in front of me.

  He takes one foot and slips on my shoe and then buckles it before he moves to the next. It’s so sweet and personal and I love how he smiles up at me when he’s finished. I lean down and kiss him softly on the lips, careful I don’t get the dark plum lipstick all over him.

  “I don’t know if I’m going to make it through tonight.” He stands up and pulls me to him as he looks at me in the mirror. His finger traces down my naked back and to my ass, which he grabs. “I’m going to go insane with people looking at you.”

  “I’m sure there will be a lot of people there. I’ll blend in.” At least I hope I will. I’m anxious about possibly running into people from my past and causing problems for Harris.

  He takes my chin and makes me look up at him. “You could never blend in, but especially not in this dress. Now stop worrying about what’s to come. You’re on my arm tonight and the only thing you need to worry about is if your feet hurt.”

  He always has the ability to read me so well, and while it could be aggravating, it’s kind of a blessing. I like that I can’t hide from him and he’s already at the ready to make me feel my best.

  I smooth down the lapel of his tux and straighten his bowtie. “Did I mention you look devilishly handsome?” I ask, and I love his cocky grin.

  “I’m here as your arm candy tonight,” he says and holds his hand out for me to take. I shake my head and roll my eyes as we walk out of the room.

  It’s so easy being happy with him. He’s playful and relaxed and I’ve fallen completely for him. I know it’s soon, but I’ve lived my life on the other side of this coin and I’m not taking anything for granted anymore. I’m seizing my moment, and being with Harris is what dreams are made of. No matter what happens tonight or in our future, we’ll figure it out. I feel his strength beside me and I know he’s not going anywhere.

  The ride to the music hall is quick, but it’s nice to be in the backseat with him. This way I don’t have to drive and think about where we’re going. I get to look at Harris as he tells me excitedly about his work and this project that means so much to him.

  When we get to the event, there are paparazzi set up outside with a red carpet. I’m instantly nervous, but Harris takes my hand and we walk right down it without stopping. He waves at a few people, and I can hear the cameras going off, but he doesn’t pay them any attention. I try to draw from his strength instead of focusing on my anxiety and I take a deep breath once we’re inside.

  “Let’s get you a glass of champagne,” he says when a waiter walks by with a tray. Harris snags two of them and passes me one.

  “There you are, and I see you’ve brought this stunning beauty with you,” Simon says, walking over and taking my hand.

  Harris immediately takes my hand out of his, and I laugh as Simon pretends to be offended. Simon introduces me to his husband and I laugh when Dean gets just as protective with Simon as Harris is with me.

  Harris takes me around the concert hall and shows me all the work they’ve done. There are pictures showing the progress and I’m shocked at what it looked like before. Harris is so passionate as he speaks and I find myself asking tons of questions. This is something I’d never heard of and didn’t know was possible. But suddenly I’m looking at it through Harris’s eyes and I’m interested. When I point out a couple of things, he seems impressed that
I thought of it.

  “You have a good eye for things like this. Maybe you should take a look at one of my next projects,” he says as he pulls me close to his side.

  The building is packed now and a few people come over to talk to Harris. He plays the role of the host, but he doesn’t engage people for long. As soon as he gets a window to dip out of a conversation, he takes it and we move along. I’m surprised when I realize I’m having fun, but it could be the two glasses of champagne kicking in.

  “I need to use the ladies’ room,” I whisper to Harris and try to ease away from his side while he’s talking to someone. He stops mid-sentence and comes with me, and I have to hold back my laugh. He didn’t even see the look on the guy’s face as he just left him standing there. “I’m sure I could have found my way,” I say as we walk to the hallways in the back of the theater.

  “I know, but I like being by your side. I’m arm candy remember?”

  He gives me a quick kiss and I walk around the corner to where the restrooms are located. There are no signs on the door, and I stand there for a second unsure of which one is the ladies’. I decide to try the first one and I push the door open slightly. When I do it’s jerked out of my hand and I run into a man coming out.

  “Excuse me,” I stammer, trying not to fall over on my heels.

  My arms are gripped painfully tight and when I look up, I see I’m face to face with Lance. Cara’s brother is scowling at me with a look of disgust on his face. I think he’s going to release me, but instead he pulls me closer to him. I want to scream, but panic has bubbled up in my throat and I can’t talk.

  “Cara told me you fucked Harris Hill. Is that the only kind of dick you’ll spread your legs for?”

  His eyes are big and his pupils are the size of quarters. He’s sweaty and red-faced, like he’s been running, and his tuxedo is a mess. The door opens behind him and I see a man walk out and I recognize him. He was one of my parents’ friends and I used to play with his daughter when we were kids. Recognition dawns on his face, but instead of stopping to see if I’m okay he speeds up to get away. He knows Lance, too, and he doesn’t want to get involved. I want to scream for Harris, because it’s clear no one else is going to come to my rescue. Fear has me rooted to the spot and my mouth closed tight. I need to push past the fear, but I can’t.