Invisible to My First Love (Harper and Maddox) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89/90

Maddox

Before the end of the ride in the limousine, I thought it was the perfect idea to take a short video of me kissing Harper. I planned to post it on my page.

After a few seconds of kissing her slowly while she followed my lead no matter the pace, I could feel the impatience in her breath.

I’d been teasing her every chance that I’d gotten.

I wanted my hand all the way to the back of her thigh and when she realized it, she gave me more access and I could feel the blood rushing to my cock, so I lifted her and placed her right on top of me, caressing her and squeezing her soft ass after pulling her dress all the way up to her waist.

Her subtle grind on the tip of my cock as she unbuttoned my shirt and placed the palms of my hands on my chest made me want to rip off her underwear. I wanted her even more after seeing just how much she wanted me too.

While I was aware that my phone was still filming, that didn’t stop me from doing whatever the fuck I wanted to her. We hadn’t gone live or anything like that.

I was certain that nothing was going to ruin that moment until her phone began to ring. I tried to ignore it at first, just as she did, but it rang over and over until it completely messed with my focus.

I thought she would only need a few minutes to talk on the phone. It was for this reason that I put all my urges on hold and stopped touching her.

“You might want to take that.” My breath was heavy.

She nodded, trying to catch her breath.

She got off of me and leaned towards her side, leaving her curved ass facing me with the fabric of her underwear swallowed up in between her cheeks. There was only a small piece of it covering her pussy and I looked at it like I could slide it to the side and shove my cock inside of her. But once again, her call would only take a few minutes then she’d be all mine.

After getting her purse, she pulled down her dress, then took out her phone as it rang for the fourth time.

Her face beamed so much after looking at the caller ID that it made me curious.

“Who is it? I asked, reaching for my phone to stop recording.

With so much enthusiasm, she said “It’s Dean!”

Just hearing that name made my chest tighten. I frowned before I could stop myself, quickly facing my side of the window so she wouldn’t see it.

“I can call him back later when I’m home,” she said.

It was obvious she still just wanted to feel my hands and tongue all over her, but I wasn’t in the fucking mood. anymore.

“It’s not like I’m actually your boyfriend.”

Fuck. The words came out before I could stop myself.

She chuckled, but I didn’t even mean it as a joke. I could’ve at least pretended to laugh along with her, but it made me so mad that Dean had been the one to ruin our moment.

When she picked up, she sounded so sweet and cheerful that I hated it. I wished there was a way I could block it all out, but I had to sit there and listen to everything.

It was only after her call came to an end that I faced forward.

I already knew that I wasn’t going to touch her again or let her straddle me, so I buttoned up my shirt.

I wanted to keep it all inside, but I just couldn’t help it, so I let it out without even looking at her. “Whatever you have going on with him, Tiffany Margot and Kate might use it to their advantage.”

“Wait, you think I’m sleeping with him? There’s nothing going on between us.”

That should’ve given me some relief, but I knew that it was just a matter of time before she started sleeping with him, and the thought of it made me clench my jaw with the hand she couldn’t see.

When we got to her place and she stepped out of the limousine, I kept my distance, even walking behind her, but that wasn’t the best decision as the view from the back only made my cock twitch. I wanted to reach for her again and have my hands all over her body, but all I could think about was how she was when she spoke to Dean. I still couldn’t figure out why that bothered me so much and it wasn’t the first time.

Keeping my distance only worked for a few minutes as my desire to fuck her was way stronger than how much I hated her conversation on the phone. It was for this reason that when she opened the door and invited me inside, I wasn’t the person I was the previous day. I moved towards her without saying a word and just for a split second, her eyes lit up as she stumbled a step back. She wanted me to stay so we could finish what we started…so did I.

Though I took a seat, I wondered how long I would last without touching her and I thought if she wasn’t in front of me, it would make things easier.

“I’m thirsty.”

The moment my finger came in contact with her slit, she was already so dripping wet that my cock began to bulge in my pants.

But when I actually felt her pussy begin to tighten around my fingers during her buildup and I knew I was about to fuck her, an unusual feeling washed over me. My moment of realization just had to be right at that second. I already knew that I was about to regret my decision, but I still pulled my fingers out and they had strings of her wetness all over. That’s how wet she was for me, but fucking her didn’t feel right anymore.

Not only had I told her about most of my family history with Margot, I’d also given her access to my old room, something I’d never done for anyone before, not even the girls I’d dated in the past. And I knew in my heart that it wasn’t just because I was trying to convince Tiffany and her mother how special my relationship was.

Controlling my urges so I could shift the tension in the room, I dropped my hand and stepped to the side, reaching for the glass of water.

Even though the room fell silent as I emptied the glass, I could sense her watching me in my peripheral vision with her arms crossed.

But as soon as I put down the glass and looked in her direction, she uncrossed her arms and said, “Well, I guess I can finally get out of these heels.”

“That’s after you walk me out the door.” I glanced at her sexy heels. “They seem to be complicated to put on and I have to leave right away.”

I needed the sound convincing that I had to leave right away, so I took out my phone and made an actual phone call that I didn’t even intend on making until the following day.

While I was on the phone with my assistant, I led the way out of the kitchen.

It was only when we got to the living room that I felt how tightly our fingers were intertwined. I must have held her hand without realizing it the moment I’d told her to walk me out the front door.

Because I liked her warmth, I didn’t let go and even held on tighter. It was going to be up to her to pull away.

When I stepped on the front porch, I let go of her hand and she just stood in the doorway.

I quickly waved at her with long strides so she wouldn’t follow me to the limousine.

She forced a smile, waving back at me.

As I made my way to the door the chauffeur had opened for me, I looked back at her and noticed how she slowly closed the door, like she was hoping I’d change my mind and stay.

Shit. I hated that I had to leave her hanging like that.

I settled in my seat with my eyes shut, part of me regretting that I had to walk away while she was right there and ready for me.

But quickly, I shook my head as I opened my eyes, telling myself that it was the right thing to do.

I took out my phone, looking at the first video I’d taken of her when she thought she was supposed to pose pictures. As my lips curved into a smile at her reaction after I’d told her I wasn’t taking pictures, I made a promise to myself. Until I figured out what was going on with me, I wasn’t going to get between her legs.