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Chapter 33: After First

Chapter 33: After First

I've been completely immersed in Harry's world. We haven't left his place, and honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way. It's been a whirlwind of eating, fucking, eating, and fucking some more. And let me tell you, Harry is a goddamn master at it. I've never experienced anything like this before—every touch, every kiss, every thrust sends me into a frenzy of pleasure.

We've lost track of how many times I've come, but one thing's for sure—we haven't gotten nearly enough sleep. But who needs sleep when you can spend all night tangled up in each other, exploring every inch of each other's bodies?

God, the way he fucks me is unlike anything I've ever experienced. He's relentless, taking me over the edge again and again until I'm practically delirious with pleasure. And I'm not holding back either—I'm giving it my all, riding him like there's no tomorrow, desperate for more of him, more of this incredible sensation that only he can give me.

It's been non-stop, round after round of mind-blowing sex that leaves us both spent and breathless. And let me tell you, Harry's mouth on my pussy is like heaven on earth. The way he eats me out, the way he worships every inch of me with his tongue... Fuck, it's like nothing I've ever experienced before, it's like all my senses come alive at once. The way his lips and tongue move over me, teasing and tantalizing, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. It's so intense, so overwhelming, that sometimes I feel like I'm on the verge of tears, just from the sheer ecstasy of it all.

God, just thinking about it now has me hot all over again. I can't wait to feel his tongue on me again, to lose myself in that ocean of pleasure that only he can provide.

Today was the day I finally put my foot down, deciding it was high time we got our asses back to the grind of the real world. Harry, ever the hedonist, would've been more than happy to spend every waking moment fucking like rabbits, drowning in the intoxicating bliss of our physical connection. But reality has a sharp bite, and there was an elephant in the room we'd been dancing around for too long: how the hell were we going to handle our relationship at work?

Despite Harry's declarations of love, a conversation about our professional dynamic was a bridge we hadn't crossed. It was a tricky situation. After all, it was his company; he called the shots. But I couldn't shake the feeling that being 'us' in the open would paint a target on my back, especially among the female staff who, I imagined, would love nothing more than to see me taken down a peg or two for snagging the boss.

After breakfast, as we sat amidst the quiet aftermath, I mustered the courage to broach the subject. "Harry," I began, my voice laced with a mix of determination and apprehension, "I'm fucking worried about how we're gonna deal with 'us' at work. You know as well as I do that people will talk shit. And let's not kid ourselves, your legion of admirers are probably sharpening their claws as we speak," I added, trying to inject a bit of levity into the heaviness of the conversation.

He enveloped me in his arms, his hold firm yet tender, a sanctuary amidst the storm of uncertainties. "Bella, I don't give a shit what people say about us. I fucking love you. There's no way in hell I'm hiding you away. I want every single person to know you're mine. And at work? We'll do exactly as we please. If I want to kiss you or fuck you in my office, I will. And trust me, there's going to be a lot of that."

His voice was a blend of defiance and devotion, a promise not just of passion but of protection. "You shouldn't worry about what people say at work. If anyone talks shit about you, you have my blessing to fucking fire them on my behalf, yeah?"

As he pulled me closer and our lips met, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the intensity of his kiss. Breaking away, I managed, "I can't fire people, Harry." His response was immediate, laced with a hint of amusement and authority. "Why not? You're my girlfriend. They should show you the same respect they show me. If they don't, fire their ass."