King of Wall Street: a sexy, standalone, contemporary romance by Louise Bay Page A

the world tipped on its head, and it was a miracle if I ever got anyone to say yes to anything. Harper continued to blur the boundaries between my work and personal life.
    “You made me late,” I said, not ready for our conversation to be over.
    “What are you doing?” Harper asked as I followed her out of the elevator. “This isn’t your floor.”
    “I want to talk to you.” I wasn’t sure what I was doing. What could I say to her? “I want to apologize,” I said decisively. “For the other night. I shouldn’t have taken advantage in the way I did.” It was just that all the fantasies that had been filling my brain since she started at King & Associates had come rushing back when she’d stood semi-naked in front of me.
    She opened her front door, stepped into her apartment, and spun to face me. “Take advantage? Jesus, you’re such a fucking asshole.” She tried to slam the door shut but I stuck my foot in the way.
    “Get the fuck out,” she yelled.
    “I think you’re beautiful,” I said and pushed the door open and stepped inside. “Beautiful, but supremely fucking irritating.”
    She stared at me, her mouth open as if I’d just stolen all her words. Then she turned, threw her purse down, and stomped over to her bed. I glanced around. Her apartment was tiny and full of things everywhere including piles of books stacked on the floor and shoes wherever I looked. The bed was over to one side, where the floor was slightly raised. She kicked off her shoes and started to undo her blouse. I hardened immediately. She was undressing?
    “Harper,” I said as I followed her.
    “I’m irritating?” she asked.
    I didn’t know how to react. I wanted to pin her down and make her listen to me. Kiss her. Fuck her.
    “I’m irritating?” She shook her head in disbelief and turned to face me. “ I’m fucking irritating?”
    How could I make her see what I meant? I grabbed one of her hands, pulled her toward me, and kissed her. She broke free and pushed at my chest, but I snaked my arms around her so she couldn’t escape. Eventually, she stopped trying to move away from me, accepted she was trapped, and stilled. “Kiss me, Harper,” I said. “Do as I say.”
    “You’re an asshole,” she said as she punched me in the shoulder.
    I brought my hands to her face and her lips to mine. She didn’t resist. I snaked my tongue into her mouth and found hers hot and ready. I groaned against her lips and slid my hand down to her ass, to pull her against me so she could feel my erection. Her fingers slid into my hair and our kisses became frantic, biting and greedy.
    She ended our kiss and moved away. “Max?”
    I wasn’t sure what came next. Why had she pulled out of my arms? Was she going to ask me to leave? “Yes?” I replied.
    “Get your clothes off and fuck me,” she said.
    I grinned as she began to undo the rest of the buttons on her shirt, her fingers fumbling over each one.
    “Come here,” I said as I knocked her hands out of the way.
    “Be careful with that. This blouse is new and I can’t afford to replace it.”
    I’d undone the buttons before she’d finished her sentence and slid the silk over her shoulders. Her skin looked so smooth that I bent to kiss the exposed, bronzed flesh, desperate to feel her under my lips. She tipped her head back and I grinned against her skin.
    “Asshole, huh?” I pulled off my running top and stepped out of my shorts.
    “Do you want me to change my mind?” She cocked her hip, the bra straps falling from her shoulders.
    “You’re not going to change your mind,” I said, leaning toward her, pushing her skirt up around her waist, and thrusting my hand into her underwear.
    “Don’t,” she said, her voice breathy. “I can’t ruin this skirt. I just bought it.” My fingers pressed into her folds and though she wasn’t fighting me off, I could tell she was concerned about her clothes. Why?
    “Lie down,” I said, guiding her to the bed, where I quickly