Yours - Larry

8

TRIGGER WARNING: THERE'S ON-PAGE SEXUAL ASSAULT IN THIS CHAPTER.

"You gotta get up, lovely."

"I'm very, very sick."

He kisses every inch of my bare stomach, making me giggle as I push him away. "You're my fiance today."

I groan as he sneaks his arms beneath my body so he can pick me up and carry me into his bathroom. "When is everyone coming?"

"In an hour," he says, pushing my boxers down so he can push me into his shower. "But caters and waiters are already wandering around."

I scrunch up my nose. "Do you want me to go out in my boxers?"

"I brought your suitcase in when you were sleeping?"

"Smart," I say, grinning as he steps in behind me so he can soap me up. "Are brunches important?"

"Not so much," he says. "But Mr. Hayes is occasionally inviting us to see everyone outside work. Sometimes it's a beneficial event with extra guests, but today it's only my coworkers. And my coworkers' partners."

"He seems nice—Mr. Hayes."

"He's great. Sometimes I wonder if me pursuing my own business is wrong."

I wrap my arms around his neck. "It's not wrong. You can't stay just because you're worried you're gonna disappoint someone."

"No, you're right."

"Yeah," I say, reaching up to brush my nose against his. "I can see it—you running your own business."

He presses me up against a wall, hands on my waist as I find myself overwhelmingly kissed. I whimper into his mouth, hand cupping his neck as he continues so long it's making me woozy.

"Time is running out."

I run my hands over his stomach. "Promise me more kissing tonight."

"I promise."

We put on something casual, yet not so casual we're wearing sweats. Harry sprays me with his cologne to "mark his territory". I roll my eyes, though I'm quite pleased.

Harry's coworkers are yet to arrive as we go out, but plenty of people are getting everything ready as Harry tugs me onto a sun lounger so I can rest my head on his stomach.

I stay put until we're interrupted by a presence, suppressing a grimace as I see Noel. He's watching us curiously as we get up, as unpleasantly as during our last meeting.

"Morning."

"Morning," Harry says. "You're early."

"Ten minutes."

"That's early."

Noel smirks. "Are you gonna show me around?"

"No. But you're in my backyard. There's only one bathroom you can use, but we've put up a sign, so you can't miss it. Every other room is locked."

"Are you worried someone's gonna snoop?"

"No, I'm worried you're gonna snoop."

He almost seems pleased. "What are you assuming I'd come across?"

"Nothing of importance. I'm just not interested in you wandering in and out of our bedroom."

"Nothing of importance?"

Harry shrugs. "Not unless you count our sex toys as important."

I press my nose into his bicep as I giggle. "Shut up."