If I could fly {h.s} -

CHAPTER 11✅

WARNING; THIS WHOLE CHAPTER IS SMUT.. BE WARNED. YOU MAY SKIP IF YOU WISH.

The alcohol in my blood stream made my hormones spiral outwards like nothing I had ever experienced, but a part within me told me it was all Harry. I wouldn't admit that to myself though. I don't have feelings for him that's for sure. 

I gasped as he wedged himself between my bent knees and continued to move his lips against mine him groaning as he rolled his hips. I gasped.

"Harry" I breathed wanting nothing to stop him continuing his assault on my neck. My head was spinning at the feeling . My hips naturally moved against his, feeling the prominent bulge within  his skinny jeans. ( how he played twister in those tight budgie smugglers I will never know.) 

"What do you want me to do with you Lola? " he said rhetorically, his lips ghosting over mine and his cold necklace falling onto my exposed chest. God he was hot. 

"Do whatever you want to me, just don't stop." moaning loudly at the strong grind of Harry's bulge over my pelvis. He hummed, sliding one of his hands down my body until he reached the band of my joggers. He swiftly removed them from my legs.  As he did so, I slowly but surely moved my hands down his strong chest until they reached his black leather belt, which was released with ease before I slipped my hand onto his length. 

"Oh-  God lola k-keep doing that" He moaned. I continued to arouse him but suddenly there was a knock at the door. 

"Harry" He continued to kiss me.

"HARRY!" I hissed, pulling away from him and pointing at the door which continued to be knocked on from the other side. the person seemed urgent. Harry went silent, registering the relentless sound.

"Shit! Go to my office now!"  He sprung into action, throwing my joggers at me before I sprinted down the hallway and into his office.  The moment seemed like DejaVu, like when he answered the door to the security guards that one time. He saved my ass.

Suddenly I heard muffled voices getting closer and closer to the door. I bolted straight under the large oak desk and seemed to get away with it with barely a second to spare. 

"I am so sorry about this Harold. Its just really important both of our businesses. I hope you don't mind."  The voice was formal, it seemedas though the visitor was at the apartment strictly on business. 

"It is no trouble Mr Hoskins. Please help yourself to a coffee and take a seat" Harry said, his voice sounding rather uncomfortable; distracted. I heard the muffled footsteps seeming to head over to the coffee machine.

He took a seat at his desk, pulling his chair under when his knees collided into my shoulder. I watched his body go rigid before he shot his head under giving shooting me a wink. Oh my god. I shuffled further back into the footwell of the desk. how big was this thing?  

The sound of Mr Hoskins returning to his desk was followed by a piece of paper falling at my feet. A sticky note. it read...

Get comfy, you're going to be here a while. xxH 

I huffed in annoyance. I knew he shouldn't have sent me to the bloody office. This was all his fault I am hiding from another one of his rich business partners. I silently huffed.  After 5 minutes or so of sitting silently, not listening to a word they were saying I became tremendously bored and took upon myself to find something to entertain me.  I thought for a while, but nothing came to mind until my eyes glanced at the space between Harry's open  legs which gave me the knowledge that he was still very much aroused. I giggled but immediately regretted my actions when my voice rang out in the room.

"Harold are you okay?" Mr Hoskins asked, concerned for his partners well-being. Harry coughed awkwardly before replying.

"Yes, of course..ugh, I'm not holding up so well today, I think I ate something bad." He lies, but he tells Mr Hoskins to continue his propositions. Harry gave me a little nudge under the table, as if telling me to shut up. I bit my lip. This was fun.   Another idea popped into my head, before I pressed my palm to my mouth and blew harshly causing a fart noise to erupt throughout the room.  

"Harold are you sure-" Mr Hoskins began. Only for Harry to interrupt him in an attempt to be light hearted. 

"Better out than in, I always say. I'm sorry, that is that last time we get interrupted." Harry assured, but I know the last words were directed at me specifically. If I could make a sound, I would be howling with laughter right now.

Unable to stop my sabotaging ways, I decided on doing something absolutely irresponsible. Something that no man could resist. this is for making me sit under a wooden desk for fourty minutes you prick.  I smirked before leaning foward and palming Harry through his tight trousers. He stiffened, yet he didn't move at all. He didn't even make an effort to stop me. I grinned evily as he slid down slightly in his seat, allowing him to get more comfortable.

I continued to work my magic through the clothing until his member was pressing hard against the fabric, straining to  become free. I removed his belt, and moved my hand inside. His feet twitched.

"Harold, are you sure you don't want me to leave? You look awefully unsettled. I can come to your building tomorrow if you wish?" The old man offered nicely, to which Harry answered immediately.

"That would be wonderful, Sir. I will see you tomorrow at two pm?" He exclaimed, letting out a breath of relief. Once the old male had escorted himself from the penthouse, Harry practically yanked me out from the desk.

"Fuck that was hot."

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