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Do you want something to drink?" I ask when we get upstairs. "I have another bottle of that wine. Couple beers. Some liquor. Water..." I say, walking into the kitchen.

"Maybe in a minute...I only want one thing right now." He says in a dominant, sexy fucking voice. I stop in my tracks and turn to face him. He's walking towards me, to the middle of the living room. "Did you lock the door?" He asks, pulling me in close to him. I'm a little perplexed.

"I mean...I always lock the door, yeah. You think she'd really come in...?" I ask, trying to read his face. It looks a little...angry, suddenly. Not angry. Conflicted, maybe? Uncertain?

"I don't know. I don't think so, but you never know with her. She's a little chaotic...." He gives me a gentle kiss. Then another. "She was saying she did that on purpose, you know. In her own way..." he says. There's a touch of humor in his voice, but he's trying to read me while I'm trying to read him and that's all I can see. My mouth drops open. No way. No she wasn't. Was she? I try to remember her words.

"I find that...hard to believe. You really think so?" I ask, trying to see if he's fucking with me.

"She couldn't have known we'd walk in for sure, obviously...but...she knew we were coming back. I imagine that added...to the...intensity of what they were doing..." He says sexily and quietly in my ear. His breath tickles my neck and I shiver. My breath hitches. He pulls me towards the couch.

"Wait..." I say. He looks back at me, confused. I walk back over to the front door, and unlock the lock on the handle and the deadbolt. I turn to gauge his reaction. He's smirking at me surprisedly and mischievously. He raises an eyebrow. I laugh at myself a little and sit down next to him on the couch, getting hard from the anticipation alone. I glance at his lap and can tell he is too. He pulls me in, and we start making out feverishly. We can't get close enough.

The thought of them walking in genuinely does add to the intensity. Just the possibility even, having the door unlocked, really. If she did do it intentionally, which is making more sense the more I'm thinking about it, I understand why. I wasn't sure if Harry was mad at her for it, or if he felt how I do, but was concerned it would freak me out.

"Mmm. Awfully naughty to unlock it. Could you imagine their faces? Walking in...seeing me with your entire cock down my throat?" He asks in a teasing, sexy voice. I gasp lustfully. "You like it, don't you? The idea of getting caught? By her." He asks the first part, then states the last part as a sentence.

"Yes." I reply softly. My voice cracks when I speak, I lean into him while he kisses my neck. My head rolls back on its own, giving him access to more of it. "Fuck yeah, I do..." I say, pulling his face back to mine. I lick his bottom lip and suck it roughly, nibbling just a little. He takes a deep, shaky breath in through his nose. He palms me outside of my jeans. Just the right amount of pressure to drive me wild.

"Very naughty indeed, Princess. Do you think you deserve to cum?" He asks. His voice is deep and dark. A little scary. A lot sexy. Princess? Why do I fucking love that?

"Yes." Is all I can get out. It comes out sounding like a whiney question.

"Yes what?" He asks. His voice is stern. Louder. Almost angry, but still filled with raging desire. He unbuttons my jeans and pulls the zipper down slowly.

"Yes...sir?" I ask, unsure what he's expecting. He moans gently, but shakes his head 'no'.

"Try again, Princess." He says. He looks into my eyes with a fiery intensity. Holy shit. If he wants me to say what I think he does, I might cum in my pants untouched.

"Yes...daddy?" I ask a little hesitantly, praying I didn't just freak him out. The low growl that forms in the back of his throat as he pulls at my waist band tells me I answered correctly. He looks at me with desperation in his eyes now. I'm squirming underneath him, desperate for friction.