Remedy (H.S.)

87

Alexa Simmons

"I don't get it. Why do you like this job so much?" Harry made himself more comfortable on my sofa while I did the paperwork Ansel had asked me to do.

"Baby, if you're bored, you're free to leave." He shrugged his shoulders and continued playing with a paper towel like a five-year-old. "Nah. You look sexy in scrubs. If there's a chance I'll get to take them off you, I want to be here and take advantage of it." I rolled my eyes at him and continued what I was doing.

He didn't have a day off. He just used the excuse that he was the boss in order to not go to the club and come with me. Not sure if it was a good idea though. On the one hand, I loved having him with me. His non-stop comments made the office work less boring. But on the other hand, I had the urge to leave everything, take off my clothes and let him fuck the shit out of me just like he had been suggesting for the past three hours.

He finally left the couch and walked to me. He stood behind my chair, put his hands on my shoulders and leaned in, in order to whisper something in my ear.

"I can think of so many things to do in order to stop being bored."

His lips brushed against my ear lobe before moving to my jaw and eventually my neck, where she started sucking the spot right under my ear.

"Harry, we're at my workplace." Honestly, I didn't care about being unprofessional. It felt too good to care. But what I did care about was the fact that I was working in a hospital and my lack of concentration could lead to unforgivable mistakes, such as the death of an innocent person.

"You deserve a break don't you?" He bit my skin and then dragged his tongue across the brand-new mark I knew he had made. I had to bite my tongue in order to contain a whimper.

He knew what he was doing. He enjoyed torturing me like that. He knew that I wasn't going to give in but he still did it in hopes that maybe he would get what he wanted.

I was amazed with myself. Resisting a man like Harry was damn hard. I knew that I had power over him. I could just say it and he would get on his knees for me. Even the thought made me wet. I may be able to control almost every other part of me, but my vagina had a mind of its own and apparently, she wanted attention from him.

For fuck's sake!

Couldn't he do that on my break? Or, even better, when we were home? I wouldn't need any persuading at all but he just had to make me a needy mess while I was working.

"Harry." My tone was warning and I tried to sound as composed and serious as I could but it was damn hard considering that my need for him was messing with my mind.

He eventually pulled his face off my neck. He turned the chair so that I was facing him, put his hands on either side of my body and tilted his body until he was at eye level with me.

"Well, look at this. I'm obsessed with the only woman that can resist me." I rolled my eyes at him. "I can name you many women that can resist you?" He raised his eyebrow in a challenging manner. "Such as?" I smirked at myself as I made a mental list.

"Kendra." The smirk vanished from his face and I almost laughed out loud. "She doesn't count. She likes Lincoln. Her taste in men is broken." I couldn't hold it back any longer and I let out a loud laugh. "Mika, Tate." I watched as his huge ego got more and more bruised.

To be honest, though, they had all said that he was hot as fuck but I wouldn't tell him that.

"You like humbling me, don't you?" I smiled innocently and bit my bottom lip before responding. "I do."

He rested his forehead against mine. A soft smile was decorating his already beautiful face and made him look even more ethereal. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you so fucking much."