Can You Handle It (Naughty Bedroom Collection)

Tyler stepped closer, moving between my legs.

My eyes widened, and I tried to keep my attention on Chelsea.

Tyler pressed his palms on top of my thighs and kneeled down on the floor.

He pressed a kiss against my stomach, gently biting my skin with his teeth.

My toes curled as his tongue traveled lower, as he pressed his thick finger against my clit. Slowly sucking the lips in and out of his mouth, he whispered a few words I couldn’t quite comprehend.

Then he winked at me before burying his head between my thighs.

Shit…

His mouth felt too good, too perfect.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair as he devoured my pussy.

“And you know, just keep in mind that people come from all over the world just to get a few minutes of your expertise.” Chelsea was still talking. “You should be confident in how great you are.”

“Yes … Yes.” I used my free hand to grip the edge of the tub as my legs began to shake. If Chelsea talked any longer, she would witness me having an orgasm.

“Oh! I gotta go,” she said. “This is Chad calling. I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.” I dropped the phone and screamed as an orgasm wracked its way through my body.

Tyler held my legs still, watching me come undone.

“Have you lost your goddamn mind?” I panted.

“Not at all.” He pressed a few more kisses against my inner thigh. “I didn’t see you in any of the other rooms, so I thought you’d left.”

“Then once you stepped in here and saw where I was, you could’ve just smiled like a normal person and walked away.”

“I would’ve if you were wearing panties.” He smiled and touched my clit again. “You’re going back to Seattle for Chelsea?”

I nodded. “There are some wedding fires that I need to help put out.”

“Anything that I can help with?”

“You can answer her phone calls about the tuxedo fitting and accept her offer of getting drinks with Chad.”

“Anything other than that?” He shrugged. “She just wants me to confirm that I’m okay with being the best man for the umpteenth time. I have a hundred texts to prove it.”

“You could still text her back.”

“I’ll do it in the morning.” He stood up and turned on the shower. “Since you’re cutting our time short, get in here with me so I can have you one last time.”

“You still don’t think we should tell Chelsea any sooner?”

“Sure,” he said. “Let’s tell her before her wedding—the event that is always the center of her universe. Then, let’s explain that we’ve both been hiding a kiss in the past, and see how that goes. Given how insanely she reacts to books that end in cliffhangers, I’m sure she’ll be a lot more tame when she knows the characters in real life.”

An image of Chelsea throwing a hardback cover of A Storm of Swords in front of a moving bus suddenly crossed my mind. “Point taken.”

I (Almost) Got Away with It

Harlow

One week later

Chelsea’s centerpiece mockup hit the floor as Tyler thrust inside of me one last time, bringing me to my third orgasm of the afternoon.

I was convinced that I would never get enough of him, and I didn’t want to let him go.

“You can’t keep showing up at my condo in the middle of the day,” I said. “I have work to do.”

“I’m just helping you to christen all the new surfaces.” He pushed sweaty hair strands away from my forehead. “Would you prefer if I continued to show up at your job, then?”

“This is fine.” I blushed as he slid out of me.

“I thought so.” He pressed a kiss against my cheek and buttoned his jeans.

“I’m not looking forward to this week’s showings,” I said. “They’re all pretentious, uptight people from New York.”

“That’s a very passive aggressive way of telling me not to show up to your gallery to interrupt you with sex.”

“It is.” I laughed. “Good to know that you can read between the lines.”

“Noted.” He put on his blazer. “Dinner later?”

“Absolutely.” I nodded. “Back here at my place.”

“I don’t think so,” he said. “I’ll send a car for you around six and bring you back in the morning.”

“You can ask me if that’s okay first.”

“I know it is.” He gave me one last toe-curling kiss before leaving.

As I was grabbing a towel for a bath, the doorbell sounded.

“Seriously, I need to get some work done, so—” I stopped talking once I opened the door.

It wasn’t Tyler coming back for another repeat.

It was Chelsea.

“Well, I’m thrilled to see you, too.” She smiled. “Want to let me in?”

“Right.” I held it open and ushered her inside. “What’s going on?”

“I’m hoping to get your opinion on something my aunt sent over for the reception,” she said. “Well, that, and I wanted to go over my checklist again. I can’t help but feel like something isn’t right.”