Teasing Him
Morning light filtered through the window, golden and lazy, slipping across the room like a slow caress. I stirred first, nestled against the steady rise and fall of Hardin’s chest. His arm was draped over my waist, fingers curled possessively around my hip like even in sleep, he refused to let go.
I didn’t want to move. Not yet. Not when his skin was so warm, and his breath against my hair felt like home.
But the real world was calling—emails, meetings, deadlines. Unfortunately, jewelry empires didn’t run themselves.
I yawned and stretched, shifting just enough to stir him awake. He groaned softly, low and rough, voice laced with sleep and something darker.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured, not even opening his eyes. His arm tightened around me.
“I have work. You know, that thing we pretend doesn’t exist when we’re tangled in bed.”
“Mmm,” he hummed, nose brushing the curve of my neck. “Let’s call in dead. Just today.”
I giggled despite myself. “Tempting. But we both have responsibilities.”
He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he rolled, dragging me beneath him with infuriating ease, one hand bracing beside my head while the other slid across my waist, then up—slow and deliberate—until his palm cupped my breast over the silk of my robe.
“You’re evil,” I whispered, shivering as his thumb brushed the pebbled peak through the thin fabric.
He smiled against my collarbone. “You’re soft. Warm. And currently stealing all my self-control.”
His hand slipped inside the robe, fingertips grazing bare skin. My breath caught.
“You started it,” he said, kissing the edge of my jaw. “Waking up smelling like strawberries and looking like sin.”
I laughed, breathless. “I was sleeping. How does that count as starting anything?”
His mouth found mine before I could finish the sentence, his kiss slow, coaxing, and sweet. But it deepened quickly—his tongue stroking mine with a purpose that had my toes curling under the sheets.
I moaned softly as he squeezed my breast again, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers until I arched into him.
Then, just as heat pooled between my thighs, I broke the kiss and wriggled out from under him.
He blinked, stunned. “Hey—!”
I stood, tying my robe tighter with a smug smirk. “Shower. You can keep whining from there.”
Hardin sat up on his elbows, eyes hooded with heat. “You’re seriously going to leave me hard and ignored after that kiss?”
I walked slowly across the room, hips swaying on purpose. “I never said I was ignoring you. You just have to catch up.”
I peeled the robe off at the bathroom door, letting it fall to the floor in a whisper of silk. I didn’t even glance back, but I felt his groan like thunder in my bones.
By the time I stepped under the warm spray of the shower, I knew he wouldn’t be far behind.
Sure enough, seconds later, the glass door slid open, and a very naked, very aroused Hardin stepped inside.
“You’re a tease,” he growled, backing me against the wall of the shower. “You know what you do to me when you walk away like that.”
I licked water from my lips and gave him a coy smile. “And yet you always follow.”
He didn’t waste another second. His hands grabbed my waist, lifting me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his hips, moaning when I felt the press of him—hard and eager—against my slick heat.
“You want me?” he asked, voice husky.
I stared into his eyes, heat and love swirling like a storm. “I want you. Always.”
That was all he needed.
He pushed into me with one deep, delicious thrust. I cried out, fingers digging into his shoulders as he filled me completely. The warmth of the water contrasted with the raw fire of his body, and I couldn’t hold back the moan that echoed off the walls.
Hardin growled against my throat, lips trailing wet kisses along my jawline.
“You feel like heaven,” he murmured, thrusting again. “So damn tight and perfect.”
“Hardin…” I gasped, head falling back as he began to move—slow at first, deliberate, each stroke dragging against every sensitive nerve inside me.
But that didn't last.
His pace quickened, hips snapping forward with a strength that made the glass fog up. My back arched against the cold tile as he slammed into me again and again, the rhythm raw and hungry. Water cascaded over us, but I barely noticed—too lost in the slick slide of his body, the way he made me feel like I was unraveling from the inside out.
“More,” I whimpered. “Hardin, please—faster—don’t stop—”
He groaned and gave me exactly what I begged for.
Our bodies slapped together, wet and frantic, the sound echoing like music. His hands gripped my thighs tighter, lifting me even higher to drive deeper.
“You love this, don’t you?” he rasped, mouth grazing my ear. “Being pinned against a wall, begging me to wreck you.”
“Yes,” I cried out, nails digging into his back as he fucked me harder, each thrust sending stars behind my eyes. “Only you. Only ever you.”
Our moans tangled together, the air thick with steam and lust. My legs began to tremble around him, pressure coiling tighter and tighter inside me.
I was close.
So close.
Hardin seemed to know it. He pressed his forehead to mine, eyes burning into me.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered. “Let me feel you lose it.”
That was all it took.
My body exploded, back bowing, head thrown back as pleasure consumed me like wildfire. I cried out his name, shaking as waves of ecstasy rolled through me.
Hardin cursed, thrusting once, twice more—then pulled out and came in thick, hot spurts across my stomach, painting my skin with a groan that made my whole body clench again.
For a moment, all we could do was breathe. Our foreheads stayed pressed together, hearts hammering, steam swirling around us like we’d summoned a storm.
He reached behind me and turned the water to warm again, brushing a thumb over my cheek. “You okay?”
I smiled, blissful and spent. “Better than okay.”
He leaned down and kissed me again—slow, sweet, unhurried this time. A thank you. A promise.
We washed each other off in silence, his hands still trailing over me with soft reverence. Even when the heat faded, the intimacy lingered.
Wrapped in towels, we stepped into the bedroom.
I sat at the edge of the bed, toweling off my hair, when Hardin dropped to his knees in front of me.
I blinked. “What are you doing?”
He kissed my thigh. “Admiring my favorite girl. Making sure you know how loved you are.”
Emotion swelled in my chest. I reached for him, tangling my fingers in his damp hair.
“I love you, Hardin.”
His eyes lifted to mine. “I know. And I’ll keep proving I love you too. Every damn day.”
He stood and helped me up, and together we started getting dressed, exchanging soft kisses and teasing remarks between stolen glances and shared grins.
He buttoned my blouse while I picked out his tie. Yes, he has his clothes in my closet. He's my boyfriend, duh.
“You know,” he said, voice low and playful, “if you keep teasing me like that in the morning, I might never leave for work.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Guess you’ll have to make it worth my while then.”
Hardin leaned down, brushing his lips against mine.
“Oh, I plan to.”
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