Worthy of the Harmony (Mountains & Men Book 2)

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Authors: R.C. Martin
Tags: Romance
stop?” I grunt, knowing full well nothing—not even the fucking apocalypse—could make me pull out of her now.
    “Stop and I’ll kill you!” she manages, her breaths coming in shallow, ragged inhalations. “ Sage —” She gasps and then makes the sexiest noise. I can’t even call it a moan—it’s deeper, more melodic, and it pushes me closer to my own release.
    “Come, Millie,” I demand, my jaw clenched as I force my body to hold on just a little bit longer. “Come, baby!”
    “I’m—I’m—coming! Fuck!” she cries out, her body trembling around mine. “Oh, my god—Sage!”
    “Jesus,” I groan, her pussy clenching tightly around my cock, coaxing my release. “Hell, yeah, baby doll.” I thrust into her once, then once more before my body stills, my pleasure robbing me of mobility. I heave in a few deep breaths as I smile down at Millie and then I bring my body down to rest on top of hers. “What’d I tell you?” I pant. “I got you, gorgeous. Don’t doubt.”
    “Mmm,” she hums, reaching up to kiss my lips. “Won’t happen again.”
    “Damn straight.” I punctuate my declaration with another kiss. When I open my mouth around hers, she traces her fingers up my neck and sinks them into my hair, keeping me close. I kiss her deeper, transfixed by the way just her lips make my heart race. She sighs contentedly, causing my dick to twitch; then she groans, pulling at my hair as she severs our kiss.
    “No. You can’t get hard again.”
    “Wanna bet?” I chuckle.
    “I’m serious, Sage,” she says, cupping her hand around my mouth when I lean down for more. I can tell she’s fighting a smile. She’s so goddamn stubborn. “It’s time for you to take me home.”
    I stick my tongue out, licking her fingers, and she gasps, pulling her hand away. I laugh softly, immediately dipping my head to pepper her neck with kisses. “You sure you can’t stay? Rosemary really has been dying to meet you.”
    “Absolutely not,” she sighs, absentmindedly tilting her head to grant me full access to what I want. “I have every intention of sneaking right through the front door.”
    I pull away from her, grinning when her eyes meet mine. “You’re planning on sneaking out?” She nods and I bite back a laugh. “Remind me again which one of us is the immature one?”
    “Hey,” she protests, giving me a shove. “There’s no way in hell I’m meeting anyone looking like some groupie sex kitten.” With that, I burst out laughing, rolling away from her and onto my back. She sits up, shaking her head at me before she climbs out of bed.
    “Come on, doll face. Give yourself some credit. You’re far from a groupie.”
    She looks back at me from over her shoulder and rolls her eyes before she steps into her thong. “Anyway—meeting family was never part of our deal.”
    “It’s not not part of our deal, either,” I counter, standing to my feet as I remove the condom. I knot it and then toss it into the wastebasket next to my desk.
    “Not happening,” she tells me, slipping her arms into her bra straps before she pulls her shirt over her head. “At least not today.”
    “Fine. Not today.” I accept the fact that Rosy’s chances at an introduction would have been a lot higher had she not intruded on us while we were in such a compromising position. She’ll whine about how much she wants to meet the girl who’s turning me into a sap, but really, she brought this on herself. I’ve got more important things to discuss with the beauty whose scent now coats my skin. “Let’s talk about our date.”
    “What date?”
    “The date I’m taking you on,” I reply nonchalantly, heading for my dresser. I don a pair of boxers and cutoff sweats before pulling a tank over my head. “Just you and me, doll face. How does Wednesday sound?” I ask, slipping on my glasses.
    “Wednesday is the middle of the week.”
    A smirk graces my lips as I close the distance between us, circling my arms around her

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