Flirting with the Playboy (Harbor Highlands, #2)

by Gia Stevens

scattering of coffee grounds on the bottom of the container for my morning coffee. That alone should have had me calling in sick and crawling back under the covers, but no,

After the morning I’ve had, I don’t need his shit today. Who did I piss off in another life and what do I need to sacrifice to make the world right again?

Sometimes a person needs to ease into change.

How does this girl keep affecting me this way? My head says to stay away, but my body wants more. So much more.

Since the first day I saw Charlie sitting behind the desk almost a year ago, I’ve been enamored by her presence. Her

What I wouldn’t do to ditch this meeting and chase after her. Push her against the wall of the empty elevator and show her exactly what I want to do to her. But I think better of it.

After my parents’ divorce, Dad took off and Mom took on both parenting duties.

HOPE THESE PUT A SMILE ON YOUR FACE. -B My gaze darts between the flowers and the card still in my hand. Who would get me flowers? B? Who’s B? These couldn’t be from Bennett. Could they?

“To answer your question, it’s ember instead of cinder because like an ember, you have a bright, beautiful glow surrounding you.”

“Story of my life. Maybe that’s my problem. I just need to find a nice guy.”

“I’m sor—” Before I can finish, his lips crash against mine in a fury of heat and passion.

“No one needs a man,” Olivia exclaims. “We just want one. Especially for those extra lonely nights.

He’s going to think I’m some kinky sex nymphomaniac.

Is he going to think about me pleasuring myself while he’s pleasuring himself?

“There is nothing wrong with not wanting to be alone. We all need love and affection in our lives. With you being so far away from your own family, it can be hard to get that. You’ve spent time finding yourself

Friday bar night with the guys. Fun. Friday bar night with the girl who dismissed me faster than a housewife not getting an enormous kitchen island in her new house. Fucking miserable.

“You two need to fuck already. This back and forth of ‘I want to stab you one minute, rip your clothes off the next’ glances you give each other is getting old,”

Kaleb holds her hand as he twirls her. Her skirt flaring out with each turn and her chestnut locks flowing behind. Her smile lighting up her face even in the dim light. This is torture and I need more tequila.

The innocent gesture feels like a rope is strangling my heart. My gaze lingers on her as she disappears into the crowd. Dammit, I’m such an asshole. She doesn’t deserve my piss poor attitude. She’s done nothing wrong. It’s not her fault I didn’t man up and make her mine when I had the chance and now she’s moved on.

Sara is a very attractive woman. Unfortunately, every time I look into her eyes, I’m reminded of the hazel ones that belong to Charlie.

Forty-five minutes and a bottle and a half of wine later, I am looking good enough to eat, Olivia’s words, and I’ll be going to pound town tonight, Parisa’s words.

“We’ve been together for only two months now and while that may not seem like a lot of time to some, I knew the moment we connected, you were something special. I’ve loved every single moment we’ve spent together.” My eyes dart to his hand as it

“Well, if you let me finish I’ll tell you. I’ve been given the job promotion, but they need me to move to California and I want you to come with me. What do you say?”

Instead of going out with everyone else tonight, I’m at home like a lovesick teenager, pining over a crush.

This is happening. I’m going to lay all my cards on the table and pray she doesn’t kill me when she realizes that I’m Adonis21.

He gives me a sheepish smile and points to himself. “Adonis21. You must be Emberella55. But I preferred SexKitten69.” Blink.

I walk away and again he grabs me to turn me around, but this time his lips crash to mine.

With every note, I give her a little piece of me. I

bartender Rylee.

“I’m not sure if you have a fire escape or not but if you do I’ll go out there right now and yell at the top of my lungs how much I like you.”

“I’ll get on my knees and beg for you to forgive me.”

“I’ve enjoyed talking to you. It felt real. And I didn’t want that to end. You can call me selfish, but I didn’t mean to hurt you. So, I’m here as a man who can’t stop thinking about this amazing woman ...

“I was never the guy who chased the girl but here I am because you mean so damn much to me. You are worth the chase. I’m so sorry.”

“I will spend eternity making it up to you. But the next move is yours.”

“I want to see the abs that I’ve dreamed about.” She finishes taking my shirt all the way off and pushes me so my back hits the bed. Her robe slides off her body and lands on the ground. Straddling my hips, she positions herself above me.

Before I get side-tracked, I continue my exploration to the waistband of her sleep shorts. With my teeth, I grab the elastic and pull down. “That has to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” she whispers then her teeth sink into her bottom lip.

“While I love the sweet foreplay we’re doing, but foreplay is over. I need you. Now.”

I pull my black boxer briefs down and my hard dick springs out, jutting out toward her. Her eyes go wide as saucers as she stares at me. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. It’ll fit.” I give her a playful wink. “Oh, I’m not concerned about that. I’m wondering how long or how many times I will get to enjoy that tonight.”

“Your pussy is so tight. It’s milking my cock.”

Both of us moan out our orgasms as they hit at the same time.

Bennett is standing at my stove, barefoot, with his jeans riding low on his hips. His dark hair is wild as if someone was tugging on it all night. Wait. I was. Then there’s the way his back muscles flex as he whisks at whatever’s in the bowl in front of him.

“Are we dating? Just sex? One-time thing.” “Look Charlie, I like you. I like you a lot. I’ve liked you since way before you drunkenly kissed me outside Porter’s.” Whoa. That’s news to me. “I want this to be more than sex and I definitely want this to be more than one time.”

“Dating?” I ask hesitantly. “Dating exclusively. I don’t want to think of you with anyone else.” “I like the sound of that.”

Spending all afternoon talking with my sister and Mark about Charlie solidifies my feelings for her. I’m done looking. The FLIRT app is useless to me now. Not that I did much with it anyway, but it’s definitely not needed now. She is everything I want. I pull out my phone to delete the app just as my phone buzzes. Charlie’s name fills the screen, and I can’t fight the smile as I answer.

continue. I dip my hand under her dress and rub her clit. “You’re so wet for me. Your panties are soaked.” “Yes. So wet. Just for you.” She pants and arches her back, pressing her breast

her. I ponder the thought for a few moments, and a smile tugs at my lips. No panic or fear. Every moment we spend together makes me happy.

“Because believe it or not, my sweet Charlie, we’ve kissed before. And if my memory serves me right, there was a pretty hot and heavy make out session in one of the upstairs bedrooms.”

“What a small world. Who knew that we had our first kiss twelve years ago?” “And look at us now.” I grab her and pull her into my arms. “Like it was destiny.” Her bright eyes gaze up at me. “It’s something.” I lean down and place a soft kiss on her lips. “Now let’s eat. You’ll need some energy for what I have in store for you afterward.”

“Who knew our Charlie would fall for the office playboy?”

I never got this growing up. Maybe I can have it with Bennett?