P.S. You’re Intolerable (The Harder They Fall)

THE TROUBLE WITH HAVING access to Catherine nearly one hundred percent of the day was I couldn’t actually have her any time I wanted. She was there, right outside my office, but I couldn’t do what I wanted. And once we got home, it wasn’t better. In fact, it might have been worse since she spent stretches of the evening cluster feeding Jo.

Call me a sick fuck, but there would be no circumstance in which I saw Catherine’s breasts and wouldn’t get hard. They were so perfectly round, and her nipples were always crimson and ripe. I’d never even imagined what breast milk tasted like, but seeing the drops on the tips of her beaded peaks had awakened something inside me. Something primal and ravenous. And she’d been so addictively sweet on my tongue last night, I wanted more.

After dinner, I needed some space to get myself under control. This overwhelming sense of want was entirely unfamiliar to me. I stayed steady by being the master of my environment, but that had become impossible with Catherine dismantling my carefully constructed world without even trying.

“I’m going to read for a while. Come find me when she’s sleeping,” I told her, kissing her forehead when I wanted to suck her tongue and bite her neck.

I looked at Josephine and had a far different kind of urge. I wanted to watch her, protect her, keep her safe. Always.

I dragged a knuckle over her cheek. “Be good, little girl.”

Catherine appeared at my door a couple hours later. I patted the space beside me on the bed, and she walked in, tugging on the hem of her shirt and nibbling on her bottom lip.

She was a sight. Her hair was down, spilling over her shoulders, curled at the ends. She’d changed into pajamas I hadn’t seen before—a black, silky camisole and matching shorts. It gratified me to know this was for me—that she’d taken some time to put on something special and let down her hair before she came in here for my gaze.

My cock stirred with interest as I watched her climb onto my bed, giving me a view of the lacy bralette she had on under the camisole. Catherine in lace was a heady combination.

She settled beside me with a sigh, her back against the pillows, legs stretched out in front of her.

“What a strange day,” she said.

I picked up a piece of her hair, rubbing it between my fingers. “How so?”

“I wasn’t walking around in an exhausted fog.” She breathed a little laugh. “And I’m not very tired now. That’s an unfamiliar feeling.”

“It doesn’t have to be unfamiliar. I had a great time with Josephine this morning. When I unwrapped her from her swaddle, her little arms popped straight up, and she did this great big stretch that looked like it felt so fucking amazing.”

She nodded, grinning at me. “Isn’t it cute? I wish my stretches were that good.”

“I was jealous, and I told her so.” I curled Catherine’s hair around my finger. “She wasn’t even alarmed to see me instead of you this morning.”

“Well, she knows you. We talk about you all the time.”

I winged a brow. “Do you? Care to share?”

“No. I’m sure you’ll overhear in your eavesdropping sessions.”

“It’s not eavesdropping if I happen to walk into the room while you’re spilling secrets to your baby.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Sure, Elliot. If that helps you sleep at night.”

“I’m more concerned about your sleeping. Will you let me wake up with Joey a few times a week?”

“I don’t know if that will help,” she hedged.

“It’s worth a shot. I need you to be cheerful and chipper at work.”

She snorted. “I’ve never been chipper. Find Leafy-Daniel for that.”

“I’m using myself as the baseline.”

That made her laugh harder, gratifying me even more than her pretty little jammies. Catherine’s laughter was as light and easy as she was, filling my chest and head like a helium balloon.

“Then I suppose I’m the most cheerful person on the planet.”

She fell into me as she laughed, and I pulled her closer, slipping my hand under the hem of her top to feel the warm skin along her spine.

“Elliot,” she breathed.

“Come here, sweetheart.” I scooted down lower and turned to my side, bringing us face to face. “I like looking at you.”

“Why?”

“You know you’re gorgeous.”

The shine in her eyes brightened. “You think so?”

“Mmm. I didn’t look at you for a long time, but I’ve always been aware of how strikingly beautiful you are. It was so fucking maddening.”

She sucked in a quivering breath. “I was always aware of how beautiful you are too. Fortunately for me, you were an immense asshole most of the time, so I was able to resist throwing myself at you.”

“I was an asshole being driven mad by my assistant’s mere existence.”

“Elliot…I was hugely pregnant for months.”

Reaching around her, I gripped her ass and tugged her pelvis into mine. “And sexy as hell.”

She burst out laughing. “What? No…”

“Yeah. Don’t you get it, sweetheart? You’re sexy in any form.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, but her smile remained. “You are too.”

I covered her smiling lips with mine, groaning from the relief of finally getting to kiss her again and hold her in my arms. At first, all we did was kiss slowly, teasing tastes and nipping bites. She was pliant against me, so soft and warm, like melted chocolate.

I’d never had this. The attraction I felt for her was next level, but it wasn’t just that. I could have resisted something solely physical. Catherine was the light at the end of a tunnel. A fire on a cold day. Clothes fresh from the dryer. The winning shot in overtime. The first crack of fireworks on the Fourth of July. She made me nostalgic for something I’d never had. A gut-deep pull to be near her, touch her, take care of her, treasure her.

My fingers trailed over the smooth skin at her waist, pushing her top up in the back as I traveled. She wiggled closer, pressing herself firmly to my chest, and dug her fingers into my hair.

Lips parting, she allowed my entry. Our tongues slid along one another’s, still slow but deep. So deep. Her air became mine, and I gave all mine to her.

Raking her nails lightly down my nape, she dipped her hands under the collar of my T-shirt, exploring my shoulders and upper back. I had to stop kissing her so I could concentrate on the feeling of her touching me like this.

“Do you want this off?” I asked.

She nodded, shifting to tug on my shirt. “Please. I want your skin on mine.”

Pushing up on my elbow, I yanked my T-shirt off. Her palms were drawn to my chest like magnets, sliding along my width then down to my abdomen. Her tongue darted out, wetting her upper lip, and it was all I could do not to flip her over and rut against her. This woman…dear god, she was killing me, and we’d barely started.

I fingered the thin straps of her top. “Can I take this off?”

She was slower to nod, reluctance coloring her cheeks. “Okay.”

My brows drew together as I frowned. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

She reached up, smoothing the line between my eyebrows. “I want to. I’m just nervous. But I trust you, Elliot.”

“You should.” I gathered the material of her shirt, pulling it up carefully, giving her time to change her mind. When she didn’t, I slipped it over her head and tossed it to the side. “I’m going to take care of you, sweetheart.”

“I know.” Hooking her thumbs in her shorts, she slid them down her legs and dropped them to the floor, leaving her in black panties and her little lacy bralette.

I lowered my head to her neck, groaning as I palmed her breast. There was a small wet spot on her bra, and feeling it almost undid me. My cock throbbed in my pants, aching to be buried in her hot cunt, and my mouth watered to get another taste of her.

She latched on to my shoulders, digging her nails into my taut muscles as I kissed along her chest and the edge of the lace. When I tugged the lace down, she gasped and arched toward me. Taking her offering, I covered her beaded nipple with my mouth, circling it with my tongue. I was greeted with her sugary milk and the flavor of her skin. Growling, I sucked on her and kneaded her other breast, warring with myself to remain gentle when she’d turned me feral.

Her breasts weren’t the only place I needed to taste her. As I moved down her torso, she tugged her panties off, and her legs fell open for me, giving me another offering. In no mood to tease either of us, I went to work, laving her slick lips and pumping a finger into her opening.

Her body shuddered, hips rising off the bed as I ate her. She was the best flavor I’d had on my tongue, and her soft thighs wrapping around my head made me feel like I was tucked away and safe. I held on to the outside of her legs, pressing them against my ears, needing her locked around me.

Dear fucking god, did I love her thighs. They were so plush and creamy. When I had the time to spare, I’d spend it sucking on them, from one end to the other and back again.

Catherine tensed under my tongue, and her channel tightened around my finger. My lips closed over her clit, giving it a pulsing suck, and that was all it took to send her over.

“Elliot,” she cried. “Oh—oh…”

Her hips rocked frantically, taking the friction from my tongue and the pressure of my finger curling against her G-spot, prolonging her orgasm until she was writhing and wild, clutching the sheets, clenching her thighs, rasping my name.

My cock was steely hard. Needy. Weeping for her. But I couldn’t tear myself away from my nest between her legs. She started to come down from her orgasm, but I never let her fall all the way. She responded to me immediately, short, panting breaths escaping her lips as I added another finger inside her.

“I can’t, I can’t.” She tried to deny me while thrusting her pussy against my mouth.

I was too busy to tell her she was wrong, so I proved it, bringing on another orgasm that set off dominoing quivers through her body. Her thighs, her stomach, her arms shuddering with pleasure until she sobbed from deep in her chest.

Her legs went limp, freeing me from a cage I had no interest in escaping. I climbed over her, fitting my hips between them. Her eyes were foggy, trying to focus on me.

“You’re gorgeous.”

She rewarded me with a drugged little smile, but it was shaky in the corners. “I wish you’d seen me before I was pregnant. I’m not the same.”

“I don’t doubt you’ve changed.” I outlined the curvy shape of her body with my fingertips, then sat back on my knees to look at her spread out in front of me. “But I find it hard to believe there’s ever been anything better than this.”

She had no idea. None. This woman stunned me in every way. Her full breasts were pale with blue veins I planned to follow with my tongue. A few stretch marks bracketed her round little belly button and hips, but they didn’t detract from my attraction to her. How could they? They’d been part of bringing Josephine into this world. Part of Catherine’s story. It wasn’t just her body I was after, though I’d be a lucky man if it were.

Her curves were exaggerated and lush, like a figure in a painting from a different era. I’d hang her portrait on my wall, just like this, then murder every man who laid eyes on it.

Just looking at her, bra half on, hair wild, cheeks pink, sent a shot of desire through my system so potent I almost doubled over from it.

She snagged my hand, tugging me toward her. “You’re staring.”

“You’re beautiful.” I flicked my eyes to hers, pools of need mixed with nerves. “I want you.”

Nodding, she pushed herself upright and wrapped her arms around my middle. Her lips touched my abdomen, then she rubbed her face against the ridge of my cock. My hips jerked, making her gasp.

“I want you too,” she murmured, palming my ass and pressing me into her mouth. Turning her head to the side, she closed her lips around my cock through my pants and slid up my length.

“Catherine,” I growled. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

The naughty look she gave me with my cock between her lips said I was wrong. She knew exactly what she was doing.

I caught her by her hair, wrapping it around my fist to tug her head back. “Take my cock out, sweetheart. I want to feel those lips on me, and my pants are getting in the way.”

She immediately complied. As soon as my pants were around my hips, her lips were on me, sliding the same warm kisses along my length. Only this time, it was a thousand times more potent. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I cradled her crown, letting her take what she wanted.

She held on to my hips and mouthed me, trailing to my base and kissing my balls. She was humming as she explored me, and it drove me completely mad. I should have known this woman would do this to me. She managed to make me lose my mind on a daily basis just by being herself.

When I couldn’t take another second, I pulled her away by her hair. She made a keening sound like I’d taken something from her she was sad to lose.

“On your back, sweetheart. Spread your legs for me.”

Catherine fell onto the pillows, following my orders so fucking sweetly. I had to look her over again, drinking my fill of her pretty curves while I stroked my cock.

“I want you bare.” She reached between her legs and used two fingers to part her swollen lips. “Please, Elliot. I want you.”

My fist paused around my cock, and my heart rammed into my throat. “Bare? Baby, that’s a dream, but—”

“I have an IUD. I’m not going to get accidentally pregnant again. As long as you’ve been tested, we’re good.”

Logic should have interfered, but it was locked out of the room. Her words were all the permission I needed to fall over her and fit myself back into my new favorite place.

I held her face in my hands, making sure she listened to what I had to say before we did this.

“I haven’t been with anyone for a long time. I’ll keep you safe and healthy. But once I put my bare cock inside you, you’re going to be mine. No one else’s. You understand?”

Her eyes widened, and she nodded as best she could with me holding her. “I’m yours, so long as you’re only mine.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” I promised. Positioning myself at her entrance, I watched her face. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes. Just…go slow.”

“You don’t have to ask. I’ve got you.”

It took herculean effort not to plunge into her in one swoop, but I had to be careful. This was her first time in a long time too, and I’d hate myself if I hurt her.

Her heat engulfed me as I slid into her and her eyes held mine. They flared the deeper I got, and her breathing shallowed until she was panting.

“Breathe, sweetheart.” I touched my lips to hers. “Breathe and let me in. I’m almost there.”

Her thighs climbed my hips, opening herself to me. “You’re so big, and I—”

“And you’re so tight. But you can take me.” I stroked her hair from her face, kissing her lips again. “Be a good girl and relax. Let me feel all of you. I need it, and you do too.”

I covered her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply as I pushed the rest of the way into her. She whimpered into our kiss and clutched at my shoulders, keeping me close. I stayed there, buried all the way to the hilt, our mouths locked together, kissing her breath away.

After long minutes, she tipped her chin up and nodded. It was all the permission I needed. I kept it slow, retreating to the tip and thrusting forward in smooth, careful strokes.

“You feel incredible.” I nipped at her jaw, licking her to her earlobe and nibbling there too. “Does it feel good to you?”

“More than good.” She wrapped her legs around me, locking her ankles at my lower back. “Please don’t stop.”

“Not an option. I couldn’t stop if I tried.”

Rolling my hips, giving her steady, deep strokes, I looked down at her breasts to watch them move with her. Rivulets of white streamed down the sides onto my sheets. Seeing the wet spots turned me on to a degree I wasn’t ready for. Losing control of my rhythm, I slammed into her with enough force to shift her body up the bed.

“Shit, sweetheart, I’m sorry.” I cupped the top of her head so she wouldn’t hit the headboard. “Your tits did me in.”

She laughed and reached above her to brace herself on the slats of my headboard. “There. I’m ready for you. Go harder. You feel so fucking good.”

I groaned. “Your filthy mouth makes me crazy.” I slammed into her again, watching her reaction. Her eyes fluttered, and she let out a low moan. “You can take it, can’t you?”

“I want it. Want you,” she breathed.

“You have me, sweetheart. All of me.”

I didn’t let my control slip. Next time, when she was used to me, I’d take her as hard as I wanted. For now, I satisfied us both with deep, long strokes. Her inner walls clamped down on me, trying to drag me into her depths and keep me there. She pushed back against me, using her arms as leverage to ride me from below. I loved how easily she let loose of her insecurities once we got going. She was in the moment with me, feeling instead of overthinking.

That didn’t happen often for me, but it was easy to stay in the moment with her.

I devoted some more attention to her breasts, laving her puckered, cherry nipples and sipping every drop that streamed out. My cock throbbed harder with each taste. If I didn’t stop, I’d lose it before I was ready.

She drew my mouth to hers, and I let the milk on my tongue drip onto hers. She moaned against my lips, our tongues tangling in a messy, desperate kiss. Her nails dug into my nape and down my back, the sharp pain along my spine adding another layer to the pleasure.

I drew back to meet her wild eyes. “I’m going to need to fuck you every day. Need to suck your nipples and eat this pussy whenever I want it. Make you come until you pass out then start all over again. Tell me okay. Tell me you want that too.”

“I want that too.”

“Good.” I slid my arm between us and found her clit, rolling it under my fingertips. “Now, it’s time for you to come all over my cock so I can fill you up. Are you getting there?”

“I’m so close.” She clutched my arm and glided her hand down to mine. Her fingers aligned with mine, circling her clit with me. “That feels so good. You’re making me come so hard.”

“Let me see, beautiful. Show me.”

Her neck arched as she tossed her head back. Watching her come apart at the seams up close and personal was so erotic I nearly went with her.

Her moans reverberated through my bones, and the way she held on to my arms as her body set free fed me down to my core.

I fell onto her, riding her hard, thrusting deep. Curling around her, holding her in my arms, I gave her my all. She cooed my name, clenching me tight within her, and there was nothing else. Only this. I spilled my pleasure in her, filling her to the brim. She cried out in sync with me, my name in sweet coos. My mouth latched on to her throat, sucking her soft skin until I needed to breathe again.

“Catherine.” I rolled my forehead along hers, and she sighed, combing through my hair.

“Elliot.”

I grinned at her, lightness filling my chest. “You’re lovely.”

She grinned back. “Thank you. You’re lovely too.”

We rolled to our sides, and Catherine winced when she ended up in the puddle she’d made.

“You’re going to have to change your sheets.”

“Or…” I curled my arm around her waist, utterly content in a way completely unfamiliar, “I could sleep with you in your bed, so I won’t have to worry about it tonight.”

She looked at me for so long I thought she’d deny me.

“You want to sleep with me?”

I raised my brows. “Were you going to leave me in here all by myself?”

“Well…”

I palmed her ass, digging my fingers into her flesh. She wanted it, but she wasn’t ready to say it. It was fortunate I had no trouble taking charge.

“Put on your pajamas, sweetheart. We’re having a sleepover.”