Harper's POVMy eyes blaze with anger as I see him stop in his tracks at the sound of my voice. His hands ball into fists as he slowly turns to face me. I climb the stairs with deliberate sultriness, feeling his gaze roam over my body. The bulge in his trousers is unmistakable, and his shirtless form exudes a raw, predatory intensity. Yet something seems to be holding him back.“What the hell is wrong with you, Josh?” I shout, my frustration palpable. I feel like a woman denied her release.“No, Harper, I’m sorry, I can’t continue,” he responds, his tone pained.“Really? You leave me hanging, and now you stand there telling me you can’t continue?” I seethe, pointing at him. My anger blinds me, and I am right in front of him, demanding answers. “Why did you start something only to stop abruptly? Tell me, Josh, what the hell happened?”“I just can’t, Harper,” he says. But before I can respond, he pulls me into a rough, urgent kiss. He pours all his frustration, lust, and desperate need
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