Free Faster Hotter by Colleen Masters, Hearts Collective Page A

got a little talking-to by the owners about our extracurricular activities during this season,” Harrison begins.
    “That makes two of us,” I tell him.
    “Are you serious?” he asks, “That’s what the Ferrelli owners wanted to talk to you about?”
    “Among other things,” I sigh, “They led in with buckets of praise about my PR work, but the conversation took a pretty sharp turn when it came to us.”
    “They’re not pressuring you to stop seeing me?” he asks, alarmed.
    “No!” I exclaim, “I mean...not exactly. Is McClain pressuring you?”
    “Not in so many words,” he frowns, “They asked that I try and make our relationship less intriguing to the media. What the hell that means, I have no idea...”
    “That was the gist of my lecture too,” I tell him, “Shoot for something more conventional”.
    “As if we’ve ever been anything approaching conventional,” Harrison laughs, taking my hand in his, “I want you to know that the owners’ hang-ups don’t mean anything to me, Siena. There’s no reason we need to go find some white picket fence to hide behind just because gossip mills get a kick out of us being together.”
    “No, of course not,” I say, scooting closer towards him.
    “They just have to understand that we’re not some cookie-cutter couple,” he goes on, laying his hands just above my knees, “We’re not going to let them wrangle us into domesticity just because it makes their lives easier.”
    The smile fades away from my face at Harrison’s words. Is there anything more domestic than having a baby? So much for bringing up that little tidbit tonight.
    “Hey...Did I say something wrong?” he asks, looking intently into my eyes with those gorgeous baby blues.
    “It’s just...I know we were going to try and spend some time figuring out what we want, going forward,” I begin, “And I’m hoping we’re on the same page, is all.”
    “All I want is to be with you,” he says.
    “But...how, exactly?” I press, “Are we going to keep splitting time between cities and staying in hotels? I don’t want you to feel stifled—”
    “Oh, Siena,” he says, pulling me onto his lap, “I’m sorry. That domestic thing, that was stupid of me to say. I’m serious about you. About us. I want you to come stay here with me, if that’s what you’d like.”
    “Move in with you?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
    “Sure,” he grins, “What do you say?”
    “I say...start clearing out a drawer or two for me,” I laugh, hugging him tightly.
    He encircles me in his arms, pulling me flush against him. A sudden pang of wanting takes me by surprise. Is this the pregnancy, bringing on these crazy bursts of horniness? No, I decide, placing my hands on the firm panes of Harrison’s chest. This is just what he’s always done to me.
    “How should we celebrate our big decision, roomie?” I grin, running my fingers down along his chest.
    “I have a few ideas,” he says, his voice rasping with lust.
    He brings his lips to my neck, kissing along the tender skin there. I close my eyes, weaving my fingers through his sandy blonde hair. The tip of his tongue flicks against my skin as his mouth caresses me, and I shift in his lap, straddling him there on the kitchen stool. His lips move ever further down, kissing the firm rise of my breasts.
    The loose cotton top and skinny jeans I changed into for the plane ride are practically begging to be stripped from my body, but Harrison takes his time. He swings the stool around so that my back is pressed against the edge of the counter. I plant my hands there, bracing myself, as Harrison’s hands slide up under my thin tee. He lifts the flimsy garment up over my head, tossing it aside and bringing his lips down once more to my chest.
    I can feel him growing stiff against me as he snaps open the clasp of my bra with one swift motion. A groan rises from me as he takes my tits in his hands—I didn’t realize until now just how