Summer Daze [h.s.]

Chapter 1*

"Harry, give them back." I scold. "I'm going to need those."

"Mmm I don't think so." He taunts. Pressed up against the door, one muscular arm is tucked behind his back while the other has me pinned between him and cold hard wood.

"I cannot go out there bare ass today, I'm in a damn mini shirt!"

"Just how I like you, angel." Kissing my swollen lips, he devours me once more. We'd just finished a round, but I guess he wasn't finished. The fire burning in my belly was running rampant with no sign of burning out. I didn't want it to. Harry pulls me from the door and stumbles backwards, bumping into everything in his path. A supply closet is definitely not the best place to fuck, but gotta work with what you've got right?

Luckily enough, this space was on the far end of the country club, an older part under renovation, so there wasn't a soul around to hear the sinful pleasures echoing off the brick walls.

"You're not tired yet?" I tease while Harry pulls my skirt over my hips. I attempted to get dressed, but someone snagged my panties. With his trousers still puddled at his feet, Harry maneuvers me to face away from him. Hands pressed against the wall, he wastes no time pushing into me, rolling his hips slow and sweet. "Never tired of you, don't you know that by now?"

We were terrible about keeping our hands off one another when he'd come to the club, but luckily enough I wasn't required at the front desk unless it was shift change. Being the manager does have its perks.

Finding a rhythm that suits us, Harry tucks his head into the nape of my neck panting heavily while he leaves hot open mouth kisses across my flushed skin.
"Always so good," he hums. And it was. It was the best sex of my life; the thrill of getting caught, sleeping with someone 10 years my senior, and on the job made it the most addictive high I could ever chase.

It didn't take long for him to slow his pace to a complete halt, softening inside of me. "M'sorry. I guess I am a bit tired." He chuckles.

"You've been on the course all day, and fucked me into oblivion, it's totally ok."

Harry pulls my skirt down once he's left me empty and kisses my shoulder. I turn and wrap my arms around his neck, gazing into his eyes longingly. "You get what you asked for."

"Mmm, very true." Placing a kiss atop my forehead, Harry hands me my underwear and discards the condom into an empty trash bin. Adjusting my outfit and fixing my hair some, Harry's managed to make himself decent again and heads for the door.

"Wait." I stop him and grab the small platinum ring he placed on the shelf. "Can't forget this." I mumble.

It's terrible, I know. Sleeping with someone who could never actually be mine is the definition of self sabotage, but I've had a rough year and after dying my hair and cutting it off six months ago, I still felt empty. But meeting Harry this summer has changed me. Made me feel... alive. We promised that once he left the Hamptons in September that'd we'd never speak of this to anyone or speak to one another ever again.

That was a month ago. But now those pesky feelings are creeping up on me, fighting to keep them at bay. I have to continue to play this calm, cool, and collected. He's taken, has been for 6 years. He'd never choose me, that I know. But he wanted to have some fun this summer and I can get a void filled. I guess that's how I landed in the supply closet fucking a married man.

"Oh, um.. thanks." Harry takes the ring from my palm and slides it onto his left finger.

Exiting the room, Harry checks the hall and waves me out. "Coast is clear." He whispers.

The two of us run down the hall until we approach two double doors that would bring us to the hall where corporate events and wedding receptions are held. We make our way quietly through it and part ways, I dip into the restroom and Harry walks outside towards the bar area unseen. Thankfully there's a side door where I can slip out and down a long cobblestone walkway lined with greenery that's taller than me, hiding in the shadows just enough to get to the main building where my office was.

Heart pounding, I splash my face with cold water. The thrill was dying down now that he was gone, and I go back to feeling empty and numb. What the fuck am I doing?

Centering myself, I push away those lingering self deprecating feelings and exit the bathroom. It was 5 o'clock now, so I'd be off in about 30 minutes. I had some reports to finish up and the schedule to make, so I'd lock myself away in my office for the remainder. It's sorta hard to concentrate on work after spending time with him. He keeps me in a hazy daze, trapped under his spell of charm and wit. And god, the sex is life altering.

I didn't think moving back home after a broken engagement would fix everything that's wrong in my life, but at least I was having fun. Sneaky, sinful fun.

"Reagan!" A sweet voice hollers through the door. "It's time to go!"

"Ok, Penny Jesus!" Shes always so impatient.

Submitting the schedule finally, I close my laptop and gather my things to head home. Penelope waits impatiently for me with her arms crossed and a scowl. "Baby cakes, we're gonna be late." Her eyes scan my body and she sighs, "did you not bring a change of clothes?"

Holding up my duffle, I roll my eyes, "Yes I did, don't get your panties in a bunch."

"At least I have mine on today." She quips.

"Hey!" I scold. Scanning the lobby, no one was within earshot thankfully. "That was one time, and I got them back."

"Why won't you tell me who had em! I need the deets." Penny's eyes glimmer with curiosity and hope that I'll let her in on my secret love affair. I hated keeping things from a friend, but a promise is a promise and Harry and I agreed we'd never tell a soul. The club's full of gossip and rumors as it is, no need to add to it.

"I'm not telling you a thing! You can't keep your mouth shut!" I laugh.

Penelope shrugs her shoulders, "you're not wrong there."

Exiting the large plate glass doors we make it to the parking lot. It was partially empty with only a few stragglers left; employees mostly but there are the usual older men who like to sit at the bar until they're forced to leave. They love nothing more than to shamelessly flirt with the girls behind the bar, all still wearing their rings. At least Harry takes his off.

"So we'll run to my place, feed Rupert and change, then we can call an Uber."

"Sounds good." I hum. I take one last look around the lot, in hopes that I'll catch a glimpse of him one more time, but I don't. My heart sinks a little as I climb into Penny's Jeep. Maybe I'll find someone to occupy my time at the bar tonight.

No one said I wasn't allowed to find someone else to scratch that persistent itch I've got.