Only You {h.s}

Chapter Twenty Six*

"Don't make eye contact with anyone and don't speak to anyone," Harry warns me as we walk into Styles & Co.

"Harry, they're businessmen, not gang members."  I roll my eyes.  Harry stops and looks down at me, clenching his jaw.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, love.  I won't hesitate to punish you just because we're in public," he says sternly, a gleam in his eyes.

I feel a pang of heat in the pit of my stomach at the thought of Harry spanking me in his office.  Suddenly that's all I want. 

"Besides," he starts, "just because they're businessmen doesn't mean they're good people.  I'm only looking out for my princess."

I huff as we step into the elevator, pretending to be annoyed, but I smile internally at his protectiveness.  He presses the top floor and I feel the elevator jolt slightly as it rises.

My breathing becomes shallow in the confined space.  Being this close to him and only him is doing things to me.  The tension is practically crackling in the air between us.  I feel his gaze burning into me as I bite my lip, keeping my eyes trained on my shoes.

It feels like hours since we stepped into the elevator before it opens.  Harry puts his hand on the small of my back as we walk toward his office.  People in expensive suits are rushing around, but waste no time in stopping to look at us.  Harry's hand grips my waist, obviously noticing the attention we're getting.

He smiles at a young man in a navy blue suit that's sitting at a desk outside of his office.  Harry's name is printed in matte gray on the sleek black doors.  He takes a key out of his pocket and unlocks it.

My eyes widen in awe.  The wall opposite the door and behind his desk is made entirely of glass.  I walk toward it, gawking at the breathtaking view of London.

The rest of his office is decorated in shades of black, gray, and white.  It's very put together and very Harry.  I've noticed he tends to be bit minimalist when it comes to things like this.

I turn to see Harry looking at me, eyes trailing over my legs up to my face.  He bites his lip and turns around, pressing a button on the desk phone.

"Tom... I'm well, thank you... Please make sure I am not disturbed until further notice... Thanks."

He hangs up and meets my gaze with a smirk.  He raises one of his fingers up and makes a "come here'" motion.

Butterflies erupt in my stomach as I walk slowly toward him.  He lifts me up abruptly and sets me on his desk.  He stands between my legs and holds my waist in his large hands.

"Do you have any idea how perfect you are?" he says as he leans down, pressing a kiss to my neck.  "So sexy and so fucking adorable all at once." 

Chills run through me as his hands move to my thighs, resting under my skirt. 

"You drive me crazy," he rasps.

He pulls my body forward so that I'm flush against him.  I wrap my legs around his hips as he hungrily connects his lips to mine.  He groans when my fingers tug at his hair, only making the kiss more heated.

He starts to roll his hips subtly into mine, making me whimper.  Thoughts of having him inside of me flood my mind.  I surprise myself at how far I'm willing to go with Harry.  But I don't think I'm going to tell him that, not yet anyway.

My hands find their way to his pants, fumbling with his belt.  He breaks away from the kiss, but stays a few inches away from my face.

"You want to have a little fun, kitten?" he rasps between shallow breaths.