BLACKMAILED BY THE BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 34: In the Heat of Office Affairs

Chapter 34: In the Heat of Office Affairs

The office buzzed with whispers and glances, the aftermath of Harry's revelation. Rumors swirled like a tempest, painting me in shades of scandal and deceit. Every corner I turned, eyes followed, some leering with malicious intent, spinning webs of falsehoods about how I landed the job and ended up entangled with him. Lies piled upon lies, each more venomous than the last.

Initially, it grated on my nerves, this incessant chatter. But then, a realization dawned: their opinions held no weight, their words no truth. What mattered was Harry and me, our happiness, our bond. I wouldn't allow their gossip to tarnish what we shared. Just as Harry had urged, I refused to let them sabotage our love. His declaration echoed in my mind: "Don't let them ruin what we have."

But let's be real, Harry couldn't keep his hands off me at work. I lost count of the times he summoned me under the guise of needing assistance, only to find there was nothing to assist with except his insatiable desire. His office became our clandestine playground, his desk a battleground of passion where deadlines and memos were forgotten in favor of kisses and fervent lovemaking.

The past few days blurred into a haze of desire and distraction; I doubted any actual work got done amidst our relentless trysts. If I dared to resist his summons, he'd saunter into my office, a smirk playing on his lips, teasing and tempting me until I succumbed to the irresistible pull between us, succumbing to the primal urge that consumed us both, time and time again.

As expected, another day in the office brought yet another summons from Harry. His voice, low and husky over the phone, sent shivers down my spine as he murmured about needing my assistance with an urgent matter. "Need your help in my office. Urgent," it read, but I knew better than to expect any actual work to be waiting for me there.

With a resigned sigh, I made my way to his office, bracing myself for whatever distractions he had in store. As soon as I entered, Harry's eyes lit up with mischief, his grin predatory as he lounged behind his desk.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite distraction," he purred, his voice dripping with seduction.

I rolled my eyes, feigning annoyance while secretly relishing the anticipation coursing through my veins. "What trouble have you gotten yourself into now?" I shot back, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

Harry leaned back in his chair, his gaze taking over me with unmistakable hunger. "Oh, just the usual trouble of not being able to keep my hands off you," he replied, his tone teasing yet laden with desire.

Harry rose from his chair, closing the distance between us with predatory grace. He circled me slowly, his fingertips trailing along the curve of my spine, sending sparks of electricity coursing through my veins. "You know," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear, "I can't seem to get you out of my mind. Every thought, every fantasy... it all leads back to you."

I surrendered to Harry's touch, my body aflame with desire as he ravished me with a hunger that mirrored my own. With a strength that belied his slender frame, he lifted me effortlessly, placing me on his desk with a primal need that set my heart racing.

His hands were everywhere at once, shoving under my top to grope at my breasts, his touch igniting a wildfire of sensation that left me trembling with need. He pinched my hard nipples between his fingers, sending electric shocks of pleasure coursing through my veins as I arched into his touch, aching for more.

With a hunger that bordered on desperation, Harry removed my top, his eyes roving over my exposed flesh with a hunger that left me breathless. "Fuck, Bella," he growled, his voice thick with desire, "you're fucking hot." And with that, he descended upon me like a man possessed, his lips and tongue tracing a path of fire along my skin as he worshiped every inch of my body with a fervor that left me dizzy with need.