Harmon— Time away from her

The next morning…

HARMON

"You don't mind me borrowing your shirt, do you daddy? You weren't using it anyway," said Olivia in her sleep, with a goofy grin on her face.

She dragged her fingers down my naked chest and abs, still dead to the world. My eyes followed the movement of her hand going down my muscular build.

I looked down at her wrapped up in my arms in my bed, in nothing but my shirt with only two buttons done up.

Then straight down at my hard dick and groaned.

"I swear you still had your bra on when I put that shirt on you, Miss Hunter," I said, gawking at her braless tits clinging to my shirt.

Olivia unraveled before my very eyes moments after Macy told me to go fuck myself. Apparently, yesterday was our one year anniversary. Who knew? Not me.

Watching Olivia play with her cunt after listening to Macy bitch for twenty minutes straight was like a punch to the dick.

What's worse? There wasn't even time to look away. At least that's what I told myself while whipping out my dick and jacking off.

Olivia came so hard she fell down on her knees before me, whispering my name, then promptly collapsed on the floor while my dick spurted rope after rope.

Her plastered all over my living room floor was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen in my life.

My dick demanded I wake her up and tell her to open her mouth and drink my cum.

She was a hot mess, spasming and moaning in her sleep. Unkempt hair. Drunk off her ass. Smeared makeup. The things I wanted to do to her.

But no, I didn't do that.

I just took the cuming woman's dress off.

For her comfort.

Right.

What happened next was only logical.

What choice did I have but to bring her to bed with me? She drank herself sick because I was giving her the cold shoulder, something neither of us was accustomed to.

I had to take care of her.

Her curvaceous body.

Hourglass figure.

Round, naked ass.

Soft, tan skin.

Seeing her in nothing but a cum soaked thong was living rent free in my brain.

Get it together, Harmon.

I was leaving the temptation next to me behind in a few hours. It was going to be okay.

Only it wasn't. My feet were made of lead when I walked away from her still sleeping form.

Did I make it to the plane despite knowing how devastated she would be, waking up without me? Yes.

Did leaving make my boner go away? Also yes. Until I boarded the plane and was left alone with my thoughts.

"Fuck!" I allowed myself to succumb to the panic I had been avoiding since waking up next to Olivia the first time and threw my head back against the headrest.

Why the fuck couldn't I stop myself from taking the bait? Every time she flirted, I flirted right back.

Only two nights ago, we went one step too far and the rules changed. It wasn't harmless anymore because I stuck my dick in her like a fucking dumbass.

The idea of me hurting her wreaked havoc with my sanity, but what could I do?

My baby girl, daddy's all wrong for you.

If only… fuck, so many ifs onlys, Olive.

The list of reasons why we couldn't be together (Macy included) was a mile long, but it didn't seem to matter to my racing heart.

I tried not to think about it, but I had no control over my brain. My dick was in at least half hard. Now that I was alone, the memories were coming in hot and fast.

Last last. Two nights ago. The last fucking four years.

Shit.

Time.

Just needed time.

Time away from her.

"Peanuts?" the flight attendant asked, coming to a standstill with her cart next to my seat on the plane.

Her voice sounded far away.

Like it wasn't real and I was still in my bed with Olivia Hunter.

Fucking snap out of it.

I spent ten years being pragmatic perfection to create Harmon Chancellor.

Blood, sweat and severed ties went into clawing my way to where I was.

Harmon Chancellor wasn't about to jeopardize my normal life for pussy. No matter how good it felt to be inside Olivia.

"This is first class on a Hunter Airways plane. We don't do—" I began, irked by the flight attendant who wouldn't leave.

Then I stopped short as her distinct Italian accent finally rang a bell and I realized why.

The semi hard on I couldn't quite shake instantly died.

Dear fucking God, what else could go wrong today?

"Took you long enough. Long time no see Chance," the newcomer said, dropping in the seat across from mine.

"Robbie. My regards to Marino. Always a displeasure," I said calmly, pretending the blood in my veins hadn't turned to ice.

"Is that any way to greet an old friend? For the record, first class does have peanuts. See?" she said, shaking the bag of peanuts in her hand at me. "Would you prefer a stiff drink instead? I got you. Bourbon still your poison?"

"What's the job?" I asked, cutting straight to the chase.

Men died underestimating the pretty face before me. Daily.

I did not wish to be among them.

"What are the odds of us meeting like this? Serendipity," she said, folding her hands behind her neck to draw attention to her dress' low neckline.

"Serendipity, my ass. What are you doing on my plane, JR?" I asked stoically, zeroing in on her face.

"Last I checked, your last name isn't Hunter. So not your plane. A girl has to get around somehow," said JR, grabbing her tits and readjusting them for effect.

Despite the way I had been acting lately, I didn't usually let my dick dictate events, especially when in the company of the deadliest woman alive.

I didn't blink.

"Seven years of no contact and the old man still can't let it go? Are you sure he doesn't have a boner for me, JR?" I asked, shaking the tree to see what fell out.

She laughed like she was charmed, but it was a calculated move.

She was buying time. Stalling. Waiting for the plane to leave. But why?

"Marino likes pussy and you know it. You're the one that got away though. Platonically of course. That's why I'm here. To invite you to come home," she said, crossing her long legs.

"Why now?" I asked, feeling the seconds ticking by as my eyes roamed the plane.

Could I stop this plane?

No. It would derail one hundred elite and entitled assholes from reaching Cupid's Cove, fucking up my first assignment as COO from the getgo.

JR probably already knew this.

Figure it out before the plane leaves, Harmon.

What the fuck is she playing at?

"He would have asked sooner if you hadn't disappeared. Marino is low on funds. Will Hunter's the job, Chance," she said nonchalantly as we stared each other down. "And you're helping."

Say what you will about JR, she was no liar.

I saw red at the mention of Will, killer instincts rushing to the surface.

Old friend, you're not looking to die today, are you?