P.S. You're Intolerable (The Harder They Fall, #3)

by Julia Wolf

“It’s you and me, love. Us against the world.” We’d make it. There was no other choice.

“She’s been hearing my voice all this time,” he murmured. “Yep. I’d say she’s formed an opinion of you.” My fingers twitched again, this time with the need to run them through his thick, dark hair and ruffle it up a little.

My hopes were dashed by noon. When I returned to my desk after lunch, there, sitting in the very center, was a small red envelope with a distinctive white bull’s-eye. A knot in my throat, I opened it and nearly shrieked at the amount. One thousand dollars. Holy shit. My hands trembled as I read the note. Catherine, Something useful to go along with the luxury. The spa card doesn’t expire. Use it when you have the time, even if it’s three years from now. Congratulations on your impending arrival. I should have said that sooner. -Elliot

My little prim and pressed Catherine Warner was an undercover firecracker. I’d always known it, but seeing the undeniable proof was wholly gratifying.

Babies weren’t my thing. I’d never paid attention to them before now. But this one struck me as exceptionally pretty and sweet.

“You’re good at holding babies. Have you been around many?” “This is my first one.” He dragged his fingertip along her cheek. “I did some reading on the subject.”

His grin was wide enough to crinkle the corner of his eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was top secret.” “Pfft. Babies are the best people to tell secrets to. It’s not like they can repeat them.”

“Can I hug you?” I asked. “If you feel like you have to.” He opened his arms wide. “Make it quick.”

“Hug,” he softly demanded. “Okay.” I circled my arms around him, my stress from the last twenty-four hours slipping as his heart thumped under my cheek. And then, there was a light pressure on the top of my head that disappeared as quickly as it had come. I must have been mistaken, but I swore it felt like Elliot had kissed my head.

“I’m not going to fuck you. I want you to lie down and let me make you come as many times as it takes to switch off your whirling dervish mind. Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Can you be a good girl for me and let me lick you?”

I’d never had this. The attraction I felt for her was next level, but it wasn’t just that. I could have resisted something solely physical. Catherine was the light at the end of a tunnel. A fire on a cold day. Clothes fresh from the dryer. The winning shot in overtime. The first crack of fireworks on the Fourth of July. She made me nostalgic for something I’d never had. A gut-deep pull to be near her, touch her, take care of her, treasure her.

“I’ve got so much cum for you, sweetheart. Gonna fuck you again and again until you give me another baby.”