where it ends || h.s. {COMPLETED}

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Maela

"Wha-" I say under my breath, staring at the man in front of me with disbelief. 

He's here? 

He's here.

"Mr. Styles," I shakily whisper.

Why am I always freaking out that's he's here? Well he catches me by surprise more than he should and it's scary.

A sly smile appears on his face and he walks towards my desk, my hands immediately pushing away my bowl of Yakisoba and sitting up straight, pulling my hair back behind my ears. My heart rate has shot out of the radar and I feel my muscles tense in anticipation, awaiting the first move that he will establish. I am already seemingly hyperventilating, and it's only because of his presence.  His snug suit, his dashing eyes, his tamed curls- ones that felt so silky between my fingers.

Yes.

My cheeks don't need to get any more red than they already are. Already the tension in the room is growing to a steady heart beat of life, and my thighs begin to press together uncomfortably.

"Ah, still Mr. Styles," he mutters and I blink at him, crossing my legs under the table as I struggle to meet his intense gaze. Oh god, he's doing this on purpose. I mean he's doing nothing- but really he's doing something.  I've already lost my mind in the span of a minute. "I don't like it," he presses and I raise my eyebrows tentatively, intertwining my fingers under the desk.

"Don't like what?" I question slowly and suddenly whatever I said has an effect on him, his eyes I can see even from here grows shades darker, and his tongue peaks out to moisten his lips. My inner self screams with pleasure at the sight, imagining what he could do with those lips. I'm near drooling and I feel so unprofessional for once in front of a business man. It's just that Harry Styles is no plain business man. He's a god-like, a CEO, a sex machine. He has the power to make me unravel with just a blink of an eye. Literally.

"Those pretty little lips saying, Mr. Styles," he murmurs, suddenly looming over my desk, catching me off guard. How is he suddenly so close? How distracted could I be right now?

My body tingles down below and instantly I realize just how distracted I could be right now. He only seems amused. "I do believe the last time we spoke you were quite the runaway," he mutters, his finger tracing the glass of my desk, his emerald eyes washing over the spec on his finger before flicking it away, looking down at me.

"I..-" I start, but I'm at lost for words, I honestly don't know what to say, I'd probably be better off not speaking.

"But if you weren't so caught up in running away you should indeed remember that I had intentions on making you mine- no. Keeping you as mine. Because the night before that when I had you swept in my bed- writhing under my of touch, I claimed you, and you accepted that," he says so deep, so husky my insides burn as the words dig into each nerve within body, marking me with his name on it. My body aches for his touch, and I so desperately want his hands on me, encasing me in his married arms. The thought alone sends waves of inappropriate thoughts through my dark head, and I try to place them away but I'm so past the sinful thoughts that they just keep coming, filling my head til it starts to hurt. I'm intoxicated with his presence, my core is already aching as if it's been touched.

"You are already thinking about me you naughty girl," he whispers, I open my suddenly closed eyes and his thumb is being pressed against my bottom lip, my tongue grazing his skin. His eyes grow a shade darker and I insist on making him want me, my lips puckering around his finger and sucking. He growls at the sight and grits his teeth, yanking his thumb away and grasping my wrists and pulling me to him, knocking over my name block and a pile of my documents as I lean over the desk. I gasp as I stare at the mess but am immediately distracted as my face is pulled directly in front of his, our noses touching but our lips only grazing. If I wasn't turned on enough yet then here I am, drooling as my body tingles with desire.