Rich (Benson Security 5)

“Well do it some other way,” she told him. “I’m tense too, and you don’t see me with my hand between my legs.”

His eyes turned blacker. “I’d like to.”

As a rush of pure adrenaline raced through her, she had to fight to stop from reaching for him. Her attention kept straying back to his slow, steady movements as he stroked himself. Why, oh why, was watching him do that such a turn on?

“Find another way to relax,” she ordered, sounding breathless.

“I’d like to, but you’re being difficult. All you have to do is say what I need to hear, and I can make all your tension fade away.” His hand clenched the base of his erection, and he let out a low moan.

Rachel’s fingers curled into the bedspread. “I don’t know why I have to say anything.”

“Rachel,” he purred, “no more lies.”

His thighs widened as he continued to stroke. This was torture. Pure, utter torture. “Fine,” she snapped. “We’re in a temporary relationship. Happy now?”

“No.” Harvard’s thumb slid across the crown of his penis. “There’s nothing temporary about this. It’s a relationship, period.”

“Rubbish. No one knows how long something will last when they get into it.”

“You can’t use that as an out. I know you. You think you can admit there’s something between us right now, then say it was good while it lasted come morning. No. We’re in this together, and we aren’t searching for an end date. It’s a proper, normal relationship. And if you want my cock, you need to admit it.”

“You’re being completely unreasonable,” she snapped.

“Then I guess I’ll just carry on, all on my own, over here.”

Was there ever a more annoying man? “Fine. You win. We’re

in a relationship.” The words almost choked her.

His hand stilled. “For how long?”

“As long as it lasts,” she gritted through clenched teeth, thinking it would most definitely only be until the morning.

“I want to hear you say that you don’t plan to sabotage us and that you’ll give us a chance.” He stared at her. “Which means no dumping me in the morning to prove a point.”

“Whatever.” Could he read her mind now? “We’re in a serious relationship, and we’re going to see where it leads. Happy now?”

“Honestly? I’m a bit worried that you’ll smother me in my sleep, but otherwise, well done.”

She let out a feral growl. “Can we have sex now?”

“No.” Harvard rolled to his side, propped himself up on an elbow and slung his other arm over her waist. “But we can make love.”

And then, at last, he kissed her.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Harvard woke up to a very naked Rachel draped across him and the sound of buzzing coming from the apartment intercom. Gently shifting her onto the mattress beside him, he reached over to answer the buzzing phone.

“Yup?” Rubbing a hand down his face, he glanced at the clock and noted it was seven a.m. It was a sleep-in for him. Usually he’d have been up, running and working out hours earlier. Yeah, he could get used to waking up late with Rachel.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, sir,” the concierge said, “but I thought you’d like some warning that Mr. Harry Boyle is on his way up.” He cleared his throat. “Mr. Boyle has a key, and we have standing instructions from Ms. Ford-Talbot that he may enter her apartment at will.”

Obviously, the guy thought Rachel’s other lover was about to walk in on them. “Thanks. Harry’s welcome anytime. I appreciate the heads-up though.”

“Of course,” the man said before ending the call.

Harvard swiveled around to see Rachel lying on her front, her hair covering her face. The smooth, pale skin of her back proved too much of a temptation, and he stroked a caress down its length. Next time they made love, he was going to concentrate on her back, and the round, plump curves of her ass. His dick liked that idea a whole lot and decided it was time for it to wake up too.