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*Norah's POV*

I was passed out on the couch when Harry came back and slid his hands under my shirt, which startled me awake.

"I'm hard as shit, Nor," he murmured, palming my breasts gently and pressing his lips to my neck. "Come on, I have an idea."

I stood up and stretched, then followed him to the kitchen where he was leaned up against the counter.

"We had a bet, you know," I reminded him. "Technically I won."

He kissed me and pressed me to the counter, his hands sneaking back up to rest on my chest. "Bet starts tomorrow, how about that?"

"That defeats the purpose of a bet!"

"Babe, please. I'm so freaking hard I can barely think."

"Tomorrow," I said sternly, tapping his chest with my finger. "And you better make this good, I was asleep."

"Oh sweetheart, isn't it always good?"

I laughed and his lips came down on mine again, his hands gripping my hips and sliding me onto the counter while I clung to his shoulders.

"Did you have fun?" I giggled, pressing my lips to his jaw softly.

"Today's music is absolute shit," he grumbled. "And I almost got into a fight."

That stopped me in my tracks. "What?"

"It was nothing baby but keep kissing me, I love it when you kiss me like that."

"Wait, wait," I huffed, pushing him back slightly. "Keep your pants on for two seconds and tell me what happened."

"Nothing!" His eyes went wide and he planted his hands on either side of me, his curls falling into his face so he just looked hilarious. "Sweetheart, I'm about to tear these fucking pants in half."

"Tell me or I swear to god, my legs will close and you won't get so much as a peek for as long as I say."

He groaned and yanked his hand through his hair, his dark eyes rolling. "Fine, fine. But you better suck me off or something."

"Stop being a child."

"Some assholes were shouting nasty things at Gretchen and she wasn't angry so I let it go. Then they moved on to some other obviously intoxicated girl and I got pissed."

"Aw, my little hero."

"Careful, darling," he hummed, his hands quickly getting rid of my shirt and tossing it aside. I moaned quietly as his rough hands settled on my chest, his fingers pinching my hardened nįpple and making me squirm.

"Alright, lay back, sweetheart," he chuckled. He kicked his pants aside and pulled his shirt over his head, my marks from earlier now beginning to show on his chiseled chest.

"Oops," I giggled, tracing them as he hovered over me on the cool marble surface. "Sorry."

"Wanna give me some more?"

"Always."

I moaned loudly into his mouth as he slid into me, his hands gripping my hips tightly so I wouldn't slide around.

"Christ," he groaned as I lifted my hips to meet his. I could feel him everywhere, pressing against my chest, his heavy body nearly crushing me. But I didn't mind. "Nor, I have to tell you something."

"Can't it wait?" I gasped, my lips making their way up and down his jaw. "Shit, Har. I-I can't feel my legs."

He pushed deeper and I let out a small scream as he bit my collarbone, running his tongue over it afterwards like he was apologizing. It still stung a little but he must have known because his hand was on my clįt in a second, making my legs shake and my head get foggier and foggier with each deep thrust. He knew exactly how to work me.