The Encounter |H.S|

70*

I nod at Harry as I reach him, smiling faintly as he gestures for me to get inside the elevator with him after the doors open, a smirk on his lips as he does so.

"After you, ma chérie." He extends his arm while watching me step into the elevator, walking after me with a grin on his lips. The doors close once we're both in the elevator and he presses the button to the upper floor before clasping his hands behind his back while I lean back against one of the walls.

My eyes widen when he sets his hands on the wall behind me next to my head, staring down at me with a smirk spread on his lips before leaning his head closer to mine. "I can't wait to have you all to myself."

His whispered words make my heart beat faster, my eyes dropping to his lips before I move my hands to his shoulders slowly as he watches me tentatively before he brings one of his hands to cup my cheek.

I smirk, grazing my lips against his just before the doors open, causing me to pull away from him with a grin as he furrows his eyebrows. 

We both step out into the hallway and I turn my head in the direction of Harry's office not too far away, walking towards it without waiting for Harry but knowing very well that he isn't that far away.

I feel his hands on my hips as soon as we reach the door of his office, pulling me back against him before kissing down my neck from behind. "Harry, hurry up."

He chuckles against my neck, holding me tighter before unlocking the door for me, both of us rushing inside the room as I turn around to crash my lips against his.

He pushes me against the door after it closes, locking it with one hand while setting his other hand on the back of my neck to somehow pull me closer.

He throws the key away, humming against my lips as he wraps both of his arms around my waist while deepening the kiss and I attempt to take the jacket of his suit off, smiling against his lips once I'm successful in my task.

I throw it on the ground, only realising my actions afterwards and pulling away with a gasp. "That can't stay on the floor, it'll get dirty," I warn Harry intending to make him let go of me so that I could put it elsewhere, but he presses his lips against mine again.

"I don't fucking care, Evelyn." He whispers, moving his hands to the back of my thighs to pull me up and I wrap them around his torso with a brief laugh.

He walks us to the couch he has on the corner of the office, laying me down on it before crawling on top of me and immediately connecting our lips, my hands moving to his hair.

He pulls my dress up to my waist, gripping my thighs as I attempt to take anything off of him hurriedly before he pins my hands together above my head and sends me a smirk.

With his free hand, he loosens his tie slowly, looking at me as he brings it to my hands to tie them together, not too tightly but tight enough for me to not move them.

"I can still move my arms," I whisper against his lips before he begins doing what I was attempting to do, unbuckling his belt and taking his pants off, throwing them somewhere with a smirk.

"Then I guess I'll have to trust you." He shrugs, getting up and disappearing for a few seconds, coming back with a condom packet in his hand and a smirk on his lips.

I try to free my hands but he stops me while laying on top of me once again, shaking his head to himself before running a finger down my body slowly. So slowly it makes me shiver.

"Take my dress off," I whisper, watching him arching an eyebrow before he does so with a slight struggle even though he wouldn't admit it, "be careful with it!"