Harris steps towards the growing number of people with me by his side and I have no choice but to follow him.
“Good evening, everyone. Sorry about that back there, but Lance Rich and another member of his family are not welcome in my buildings or in my presence.” Harris speaks loud enough for everyone to hear and the crowd goes so silent you could hear a pin drop. He pulls me against his side and brings my hand to his mouth. He grazes his lips across the knuckles and my face burns as I realize everyone is watching. “This is Sloan Martinez,” he announces, and then the mumbles in the crowd grow. “Yes, she’s the daughter of Nicholas Martinez,” he tells them, answering the question that I know they are all whispering, “but that doesn’t mean she is to blame for his crimes. She’s here with me tonight and she’s going to be by my side from now on. If there is a problem with that, then the exit signs point the way out.” His tone is diplomatic but final. Unapologetic.
His declaration feels like fireworks exploding inside of me and my heart is ready to burst with love and happiness. He’s claiming me in front of everyone without a care of what they think.
“That’s all I’m going to say on the matter, but if I hear one word against the woman I love, I’ll come after every last person that speaks against her.” He looks to me again and I can feel the tears begin to form. “She’s the strongest woman I’ve ever met and I’m lucky that she’s mine.”
With those words he walks from the room and I have to double step to keep up with his long strides. Before I can think about what I’m doing, I jerk on his arm to stop him and then leap into his arms. He catches me and continues to walk out of the music hall and to the waiting car outside. The snow is everywhere now and it’s made everything so beautiful and perfect. Just like my Harris.
We get in the backseat and he pulls me onto his lap as the car pulls away from the curb.
“I love you, too,” I say, and he smiles, tucking my hair behind my ears. “I’m lucky to have you, too.”
“Well, it sounds like we’re on the same page,” he says before he kisses me so thoroughly that I forget we’re in the back of a car with someone else driving us home.
“I love you, Sloan, and I meant every word. You are so much more than you give yourself credit for. But I’m going to be here every day to remind you of just how perfect you are.”
When the car comes to a stop we nearly run out and into the elevator to take us up to the penthouse. We are both impatient as the big metal box takes us up to the top where we can finally give our bodies what they’re craving.
As soon as the doors open, he’s carrying me inside and tugging at my dress. Thankfully I manage to get the buttons undone so it’s not ruined, but it ends up in a heaping pile on the floor just by the front door.
We create a trail of clothes as we kiss our way over to the couch. One we’re next to it I push him down on it and then straddle his lap. He’s completely naked and I’ve still got my garters on as I sit up and take his hard length into my hand. I guide his wide girth between my lips and I moan when he enters me. He grips my hips so tight it should be painful, but I love his possessive touch.
When I’m fully seated on him, we hold each other for a few moments, just breathing a sigh of relief that we’re joined once again. This is what my body has been aching for all night, and finally it has what it wants. After a moment I can’t stand it anymore and I begin to rock on top of him. He grabs my ass and leans forward to suck on my nipples as I work up and down his length.
His thick cock stretches me so there isn’t a place inside he isn’t touching. The friction against my clit and the feel of his mouth on my nipple are enough to have me on edge within seconds. I want to wait and savor my climax, but I’m too excited.
“I love you so much, sweetheart. Don’t hold back.”
He can always tell when he’s not getting everything from me, and I can’t deny him what he wants. He’s so good to me that if all he wants is my pleasure over and over again, then surely it’s not too much to ask.