“Because I cut off his head and took his cock for shits and giggles. Then I set the house on fire. The only thing coming back would be his ghost, and even then, I’ll call a fucking priest and get him banished back to Hell where he belongs.”
“So he’s really gone for good this time?” she asks.
“Yes,” I tell her, my voice strong.
“Thank God.” She lets out a sigh of relief. “Is it okay if I tell the other girls who overheard too?”
“Yes, but how did you hear about it?” I ask, cocking my head to the side. My guys know better than to talk when they have no right to. I did plan on telling the remaining girls who work with me that were under Triver’s reign. They had a right to know, but I haven’t had a chance to yet.
“Oh, um...” she grimaces. “When Dean came to the club the other week to let Beast out of the showroom... Well, I’m guessing he told Beast who took you because there was a lot of screaming. Normally, the showroom is soundproof, but I don’t think Dean shut the door.”
“Fucking men,” I mutter. “I was gonna tell you, but I wanted to do it myself. But yes, tell the girls, and let them know if they have any other questions to come see me. But there’s not much else to what happened.”
“Okay,” she nods. “Thanks. And Harlow, I’m glad you’re back and safe. This place doesn’t work without you. I know you’re not the most affectionate person, and we understand that, but we really do all love you like family. Most of us owe you our lives. So...thank you, for always putting us first. It means everything, knowing that the whole world isn’t out to get us.”
She gives me another hug before taking off, leaving me standing there with a ball of emotion, I don’t know what to do with, stuck in my throat.
“Fuck, this whole listen to your heart bullshit is gonna kill me,” I mutter, wiping at my eye. “I forgot I actually have a heart and that I could care for people.”
Shaking off the moment, I head into Evie’s office where I have more fun and exciting things planned.
When I get inside, I find my gorgeous woman at her desk, her glasses on, and hair up. She looks edible, enough that I plan on taking a few bites of my own.
“E,” I sing, causing her to look up from her computer. Her frowny face morphs into a smile when she lays eyes on me. “Whacha doing?” I say as I prowl towards her.
“Working,” she laughs.
“Well, I think you’re due for a break, don’t you?” I say, making my way around her desk. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I slide them down her arms, moving my face into the crook of her neck and placing teasing kisses there. When my hands meet hers, I close the laptop.
“I could use a break,” she moans, tilting her head to the side as I suck her earlobe into my mouth, giving it a little nibble.
“Good girl,” I praise, getting a soft whimper from her. Moving back, I spin her around so that I’m towering over her. “My body is still buzzing from my delicious morning wake up you so kindly gave me,” I tell her. “I’m starting to like giving up a little control in the bedroom. It’s hot as fuck seeing the desire in your eyes when you make me cum.” I crouch down so that I’m the one who has to look up at her. “Do you like that? Having that kind of power over me?”
Her pupils are almost black, her face a flushed pink, and her breasts rise and fall with her quickening breaths.
“Sometimes,” she breathes.
“You know, I’d never get on my knees for anyone I don’t trust with my life,” I tell her, getting fully onto my knees and parting her thighs. “It’s a good thing you wore a skirt, today. Now, I get to see what it looks like bunched around your waist while my head is between your thighs.”
“Oh,” she lets out a heavenly moan as I glide my hands up her thighs, stopping at the band of her wet panties. “Lift up that sweet ass of yours, pretty girl, I don’t want anything in my way while I make you see stars and scream my name.”
She lifts up enough so that I can pull them off of her. When I get them in my hands, I give her a devilish grin. “So soaked already?” I ask. “Evie, baby, you’re so fucking perfect.”
“I can’t help it.” She pants as I move the lever on the chair so that it pushes back slightly, giving me a better angle. “I love you so much, just the sight of you always has me wanting.”
“I can see that,” I tell her, placing each leg over my shoulders so that her glistening pussy is on display. “So, so wet,” I purr, running two fingers through her folds, gathering some of her juices and bringing my fingers to my mouth. I suck them clean and moan at the taste of her. “You taste like Heaven, baby.”
“Harlow,” she whimpers.
“Do you want me to eat your pussy until you're dripping down my chin, baby?” I ask her, pulling the chair closer to me before locking the wheels.
“God, please!” she cries as I lean in and rub the tip of my nose against her swollen clit.
“No God here, love, only a Queen.” I chuckle before swiping my tongue up her center, drawing a sweet moan from her. Her taste is driving me fucking wild, and I need more.
A primal urge to make her cum with my name on her pink pouty lips takes over. Gripping her hips, I start to eat her out. But it’s not in a frenzy or sloppy mess. No, I take my time, licking and sucking all the right places, driving her absolutely mad.
Her hands find my hair, and she grips a handful as she grinds my face against her pussy. I pull her hands off of me and lean back, making her whimper.