Dice [h.s.]

42

"A certain kind of darkness is needed to see the stars." -Unknown

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Harry intertwined his fingers with mine as he flung our bodies towards the casino. He was eager to get us to our destination, as was I. Last time we had sex, it ended in total disaster. Not this time.

Even after remembering our despair, I was smiling in excitement. With our fingers pressed together, our rings clinked as he pulled us through the smoldering casino. I wanted this, I wanted him.

His hand was firm around mine as he pulled us both into a dark room. He hesitantly let go of my hand, just to pick it back up in his other. Our fingers graced against each other as we found our positions,

A door locked and lights flashed above us. I squinted at first with the sudden lighting change, the bright white lights making it hard to see. I slowly merged my sight with the lighting until I could finally see the room.

It wasn't a bathroom as much as it was an office. A really nice office. There was a huge brown desk covered in paper stacks and loose leaf's. There were two seats across from it and a black leather chair behind it.

Bookcases and shelves lined all four walls of the room. It was a gorgeous office for a casino.

"This doesn't look like a bathroom." I looked back at Harry who was locking the door behind us.

He turned his head towards me and flashed his usual sadistic smirk. I smiled back, finding it more endearing every time he used it. His hair was a mess of curls, messier than usual.

His white blouse was buttoned up to his butterfly tattoo, exposing most of his chest. It was tucked into dress pants with an expensive Gucci belt holding it in. Huh, no gun holster tonight.

I caught my eyes before they could travel down any further and immediately connected them with his eyes. The mesmerizing emeralds that could throw anyone off their game, just by catching them in their line of sight.

"This is more comfortable." Harry responded in a whisper. My smile only grew as he tossed the keys onto the floor and slowly moved towards me.

"I suppose so." I answered lowly, matching his seductive aura. He chuckled quietly and kept his eyes on mine.

"I've missed you." He whispered as he removed his hand from mine and moved both of them to my waist.

"Oh yea, Which part?" I whispered back as I slid my hands up his arms and connected them at the back of his neck.

"All of you. Your skin," Harry's lips connected with my exposed chest, "your lips," Harry's lips connected with my lips briefly, "your neck," his lips connected under my jawline, "and my favorite thing." Harry wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up to straddle him.

I wrapped my legs around him quickly, trying to keep up with the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.

"And what would that be?" I whispered into his ear as he walked us over to the messy wood desk.

Harry gently laid my body down on top of the piles of paper, relieving my hands of his neck and hair for comfort. He kept his hands on my waist as he looked down on me, hungry. He wanted me.

"Your taste." Harry's hands wandered down to the button of my jeans as his nose lowered to my abdomen.

His words raddled in my ears, sending shivers and goosebumps throughout my body. I wanted to kiss him, feel him, fuck him. But for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to stop him.