The Unexpected Journey-A Prince Harry Fan Fic

Chapter 130

Harry knew something was up right away. From the time he woke up on the morning of his birthday, he knew something was up. The slight, sly smile on Maddie's face, the telling gleam in her eye. He knew she had something in her mind that she wasn't going to share. It amused and tickled him to watch her move about her day, about their home; thinking he couldn't read her just as well as she could read him.

"So..." He stretched out next to her on the couch after breakfast. "You're sending me to lunch with Bishop."

"I am," Maddie nodded, settling further down into her seat.

"And what are you going to be doing while I'm eating?" His hand dropped casually to her leg, tugging her knee up so that he could pull her leg over his.

"Nothing," she shook her head, an air of casualty around her. "I'm going to sit here in my sweat pants and maybe nap." She sucked in her breath and he knew she was lying.

"Nap?" His eyebrow arched, his lips twitching up.

"Mmmm," she nodded, leaning closer into him. "I've been exhausted lately."

"Is that so?" He chuckled, his thumb rubbing against her thigh.

"It is," she sighed and tried to turn the conversation. "So tell me. It's your birthday. Is there anything special you would like for dinner? A cake perhaps?"

"No, no," he shook his head, his eyes scanning her once more before he let it go with a shrug. "I told you before, a quiet night at home is perfect."

"Fair enough," Maddie mimicked his expression; shrugging her shoulders and dropping the subject. And Harry, turning his attention to the TV, was more certain of a hidden master plan than he had ever been.

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His best friend, however, was not nearly as transparent as his wife. Throughout lunch Bishop gave not even a slice of a hint that anything was up. He gave not one single clue to the effect that he may have been employed by Maddie to get Harry away from home. He was his normal, casual, relaxed, every day self. And as much as Harry was certain there was something going on when he left with Bishop—he was beginning to doubt his stance by the end of lunch. At least he was nearly certain Bishop wasn't involved.

"So...are you going to tell me?" Harry had asked about half way through lunch.

"Tell you what?" Bishop tossed back across the table as he reached for his drink.

"What's going on tonight."

"Ummm..." Bishop swallowed and looked around, confused. "Ella's not entirely unpacked so I think we're going to finish that up and figure out which room I want to sacrifice for a nursery..."

"What?" Harry's eyes narrowed.

"Yeah. The baby has to sleep somewhere..." Bishop chuckled at his friend's expression. "What do you think? Do I lose the room with the books or the room with the mirrors on the ceiling?"

"You don't have a room with mirrors on the ceiling," Harry rolled his eyes and laughed.

"How can you be so sure?" Bishop countered with a smirk.

"Seriously though...Maddie's not...up to something?"

"Like what?" Bishop sounded interested, like he wanted to know more. And it threw Harry.

"I don't know..." Harry shrugged. "Something for my birthday."

"How would I know?" Bishop leaned in, taking a bite of his sandwich. "I mean really. You think your wife would hand over secrets? To me? Come on..." Harry watched him for a moment; his wide eyes, confused expression.

"Yeah," he nodded; Bishop knew nothing. "You're right. You're right. Okay..." He took a deep breath. "The room with the mirrors on the ceiling..." With a bark of laughter, the conversation shifted and the men moved on to lunch.

It was a relaxed, casual afternoon. After lunch, the two men stopped by Leo's for a drink with him and Sean and then they called it a day. As Harry stepped from his car, he felt good; happy and at ease and actually looking forward to a quiet evening at home with his wife.

And then he stepped through their door and his suspicions were confirmed.

He had been right. Something was up.

"Madeline?" He called out as he shut the door behind him. He squinted as he looked around the entryway; darkened from pulled curtains. Moving to sit his keys on the table next to him, his eyes focused downwards and there on the table was a mixed Martini and a note. With a knowing chuckle, Harry pulled the paper into his fingers and read it with a smirk. "Have a drink and head to our room for your next assignment. You have one hour to be ready. Happy Birthday Captain." Harry traded the note for the glass and took a drink. His lips twisted just a bit as he swallowed and he looked towards the stairs; towards his next assignment.

Finishing the drink in a few large swallows, he abandoned the glass and took to the stairs; taking them two by two. His hands moved together in front of him as he hurried down the hallway; antsy to find out what was happening, to find his next clue.

"Maddie, baby," he called out loudly as he approached their room. "If you're in here dressed as a firefighter, you should know that it doesn't have quite the same effect on me as it does you!"

Though he laughed at the notion, he knew she wasn't there. There was something bigger than that happening and he loved the parallels it was drawing to their Valentine's Day plans not too long ago. When he stepped into their room, he sought and quickly found the next clue. Laying draped across their bed was a black suit bag and another note.

"Put this on. All of it. And meet the car waiting for you downstairs."

With a shrug, he unzipped the bag and found his tuxedo; immaculately pressed as always. He thought about it for only a second, letting his mind wonder for a beat, and then he laid it back down and pulled at his shirt. It was time to get ready.

Less than an hour later Harry was showered, shaved and dressed. He was ready—for whatever she had for him. He took one last look in the mirror, tucked his phone and wallet into his pockets and then, sliding his ring and his watch back in place, he moved down the stairs to meet the car. Though he wasn't surprised to find that Maddie wasn't waiting for him, he was a little disappointed. He wanted to see her, wanted to be with her. He had no idea what was about to happen, but he knew one thing for sure—he fucking loved his wife.

"Good Evening Sir," Jim, dressed similarly, smiled a nod to Harry.

"Jim, my friend!" Harry clapped his hands together in a jovial spirit. "What do we have here?"

"There's a note from the Duchess in the backseat."

"Of course there is," Harry grinned and moved past him and into the car. There on the seat was a slim, flat, gift wrapped box and a card. As the door shut behind him and the car rolled into motion, he read the card first. "I've trusted you. More than once. Now it's your turn." Harry flipped the card over, a tad bit confused and reached for the box. Pulling at the wrapping, he lifted the lid and then let out a laugh; amused and entertained.

There in his fingers was a long, black slip of fabric. A blindfold. And in the bottom of the gift wrapped box was a note. "Put it on."

Harry bit at his bottom lip, shaking his head at the piece of fabric as he chuckled to himself. Whatever it was, it was going to be good. Trusting his wife, trusting his security team, he threw caution to the wind, embraced the spirit of adventure, and he tied the blindfold around his eyes.

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At first Harry tried to follow the turns and stride of the car, trying to pinpoint where they were going. But eventually there were just too many, there was too much gap; he couldn't do it. So he resigned himself to be patient and wait—not something that came easily to him. It wasn't long until the came to a stop and, not knowing if he should remove the blindfold or not, he kept it in place and his ears perked up. The door opened and he waited for a beat before he called out.

"Can I take this off now or..." He chuckled at the sheer absurdity of it all, hoping like hell that there weren't any reporters nearby.

"Yes," a voice called out; a voice he recognized. With quick fingers, he pulled at the fabric. The blindfold fell from his eyes and he looked out through the opened door.

After a few quick blinks, he focused and...

"Bishop?" Harry stepped from the car, his face twisting up as he took in his best friend dressed in a tuxedo and a smirk.

"Who were you expecting?" Bishop lifted one eyebrow as he smoothed down the front of his tuxedo jacket.

"Really...anyone but you," Harry chuckled and looked around. "Finished taking mirrors off the ceiling?"

"I did," Bishop grinned.

"You want to tell me what's going on yet?"

"Nah," Bishop shook his head. "But I will tell you what we need to do next."

"And what's that?" Harry couldn't deny it; he was intrigued.

"We're getting in that," Bishop nodded to a spot over Harry's shoulder and Harry turned to see. Just beyond the car that was stopped behind him was a helicopter. Jim was already over speaking to the pilot and Harry's eyes went wide.

"Where are we going?" He swung his gaze back to Bishop.

"I don't know," Bishop shook his head, walking towards Harry, towards the helicopter.

"Bullshit," Harry called out as Bishop passed him; knowing better.

"Fine," Bishop shrugged, turning to look at Harry as he continued towards the helicopter. "You want to find out what's going on man? Let's go," he nodded his head to the helicopter. "I promise you're going to love it."

"Jesus..." Harry sighed, taking a second to look all around him, and then he was moving towards the helicopter at a quick clip—ready to find out what was in store for him. Climbing aboard with Bishop and two agents, Harry buckled in and watched as the ground disappeared. They were up and in the air and in no time, they were circling out over the water. He flashed his eyes to Bishop who shrugged with a smug grin on his face and before Harry could call him out, they were nearing a small, private island off the coast. And this time when he turned to look at Bishop, Bishop held something out to him.

"Go ahead," Bishop waved the card out to him. "You're going to want to read this."

Harry plucked the card from his fingers and, while the helicopter began to lower, growing closer and closer to the ground, he read his wife's handwriting.

"Once you touch ground, the game begins. Use that brilliant mind, that stunning charm, and that unmatchable skill of yours to bring the two of you to me. Look out for those who are after you and stay quick on your feet and know this...James Bond has nothing on you Captain."

Harry's entire face lit up, his grin stretching from ear to ear and he wanted more than anything to find Maddie and just kiss the hell out of her. But first—according to her note—there was a game to be played. Folding the card in half, he slipped it into his jacket pocket and, as they neared landing, Jim spoke up across from him.

"The island has been secured," he wanted to talk logistics, safety, before they jumped into the game that awaited. "All participants have been cleared..."

"Participants?" Harry's eyebrows lifted and Bishop chuckled next to him.

"All have been cleared and should be wearing a badge like this..." He lifted a bright, neon orange name badge. "You have your panic button in your pocket," Jim nodded to his side. "Mr. Bishop has one as well in case you need us as does the Duchess. I'll be on your tail the entire time but I'll give you some distance." He took a breath and leaned in. "It is imperative that you not try to leave this island unless I'm with you. It is imperative that if something seems awry, you come right back to me. It is imperative that if you think there might be a real threat, you let me know. And if you see somebody without the orange badge...game over."

"There are tasks along the way," Bishop spoke up, finally giving him more info. "We will have missions to complete all while under surveillance and enemy fire."

"What?" Harry laughed as the helicopter touched down.

"We need to get from here, to the other side of the island, to Maddie, without getting shot..." Bishop's smile pulled wide. "It's a paintball match my friend. A well dressed, espionage sleuthing paintball match."

"Over the island?" Harry's blood was pumping with excitement as he undid his seatbelt.

"Yes sir," Bishop clapped his hands together and did the same. As they all emerged from the helicopter, they approached a table already set up with a variety of paint ball guns, protective eye gear and other paraphernalia. Harry's face brightened like a child in a toy store given permission to run wild.

Jim stepped up next to him, nodding to Brad who had been waiting for them at the table. Turning to Harry, he gave one last warning. "A lot of work has gone into putting this together. Mr. Bishop knows how things are supposed to roll. So stay safe. Have fun and..." Jim's lips twitched into a grin, leaning closer as his voice dropped. "Don't get lazy. People are gunning for you. Stay low, stay alert."

"Will do," Harry grinned in return and Jim stepped back, letting Bishop and Harry take in the table. "Maddie did all this?" He spoke to his best friend as he began to collect items off the table, sliding his glasses into place; feeling the urgency and excitement in the air. He was more than ready to jump into this enormous game Maddie had orchestrated—more than ready to get to her.

"She did," Bishop grinned wide, sliding guns into place. "Now. What do you say we go find her." Reaching into his inside jacket pocket he handed Harry is first clue. "Happy Birthday man."

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Three hours later, the sun was setting over the coast of the island and the two men; rumpled and well worked with a few paint splatters here and there; had finally reached the other side. They had taken a car, they had jumped on a train, they had even spent time on a speedboat in the water. With their guns still drawn and mile wide smiles on their faces, they hurried up the stone stairs towards the massive, beautiful, abandoned building where their clues had lead them.

"Okay," Harry's voice was low as they slipped in through the doors. Their heels clicked against the marbled floors and his eyes scanned behind them, checking to see if they were followed. "What's next?"

"I guess that would be me." Her voice sounded out, warm and inviting in the massive room. Harry and Bishop both spun towards the sound of her voice. "Well played gentlemen." And then they saw her and Harry literally took a step back as he took her in. Her hair was styled, her make up darker, smokier; sexier. Her dress—he sucked in his breath as he looked over her dress, cut low—and high—in all the right places and the heels she was wearing made her legs look amazing as she moved towards them.

"Oh my God..." Harry breathed and, without looking, his hand reached out beside him; searching to cover Bishop's eyes.

"What are you doing?" Bishop swatted at his hand with a laugh.

"This is my birthday and my wife. This is for me. Not you..." He clapped his hand over his friends face and pushed it to the side.

"You found me," Maddie smiled as she stepped up to him.

"Did you doubt that I would?" He lifted his eyebrows, his face full of charm and seduction and ego.

"Never," her grin tugged higher and her lashes lowered; her eyes scanning him from head to toe. Her fingers reached out then, running along his lapels and down the front of his jacket; wiping away dust as she went. Wrapping her hand tight around both sides of his jacket, she tugged him towards her. And Harry groaned. Without moving her eyes from his, she instructed. "It's time to tell Bishop good-bye."

Without turning his eyes, without blinking, Harry did as she asked. "Good-bye Bishop." And though neither of them looked, they could hear his laughter; a deep, friendly chuckle.

"Good-bye man," Bishop called out, patting Harry on the back and moving away from them; the sound of his shoes fading into the distance. Once Harry was sure they were alone, he moved in and dipped his face to hers; wanting to kiss that red lipstick right off her lips.

"No no," she pulled back with a smile, surprising him. "Not yet."

"Maddie..." He moaned, moving a step closer to her.

"We're not finished." She warned with her eyes and beckoned him closer with her hands on his jacket. As Maddie took a step backwards, Harry took a step forward.

"No?" He whispered, unable to hide how much he wanted her, unable to control his desire for her in that moment.

"No." She shook her head and then, with another appreciative look over him, she dropped her hold on him and reached for his hand; turning around and pulling him with her.

And then Harry saw the back of her dress—or more accurately, the lack of back on her dress.

"Holy Shit..." He groaned, his feet stopping, his hand pulling her back. But Maddie couldn't be swayed. She had a mission, a goal. And she was taking him with her. And he followed; like a child into Hamelin—he would follow her anywhere.

"Have you enjoyed playing Bond so far?" She called out to him, leading him by his hand through the room to the other side of the building; towards a door.

"You have no idea," he tugged at her fingers, wanting her to look to him. And she did, flashing her bright smile and her smoky eyes. "You really outdid yourself Madeline."

"Oh Captain..." She sighed and stepped closer. "We're not even finished yet."

With a turn of her heel and a pull to his hand, they were back in motion. And though Harry wanted to pull her back to him; to stop her in her tracks and take her in his arms and show her just how much he loved what she had put together, he followed. His curiosity, his trust in her, kept him moving. And soon they reached the door. Maddie turned around to face him, his hand still in hers as she leaned her back against the strong wooden door.

"Something wrong?" He asked; knowing the answer.

"Hmmm..." She smiled and shook her head. "Nothing's wrong." Leaning into him then, she pressed her lips to his; soft and gentle and too quick for him to trap them in his. "Happy Birthday Harry..."

With a push to the door, Maddie turned around and together they stepped outside. And Harry's eyes went wide.

"Oh my..." His voice trailed off as he took it in; his hand finding home over his heart. "Is that an..."

"Aston Martin?" Maddie supplied, stepping towards the black, slate piece of art. "Yes it is."

"And it's..." He couldn't find a way to put sentences together.

"Yours?" Maddie smiled wide and held out her hand; keys dangling from her fingers. "It is." She nodded and shrugged; coy and sweet and innocent as her other hand ran along the profile of the car. "Bond isn't really Bond without the car...is he?"

"Oh my God..." Harry moved towards it then, walking around it, looking it over. "I can't believe you did this. This is..." His eyes swung to her then and he grew soft. "Maddie...this is amazing. This whole thing has just been..." He lost hold of words and his fingers tightened against the fabric over his heart.

Maddie felt her eyes grow a bit teary at how happy he was, but she blinked them away and took a breath. "Would you like to drive it?"

"Are you kidding me?" He laughed.

"Jim said the island was secure," she stepped closer, holding out the keys. "You can go wherever you like; run it wild for a bit."

"You're serious." He reached out for the keys.

"I am," she nodded and watched as he took them from her. He glanced over them in his hand for a moment and then his focus shifted; from the slate black car beside him to the stunning blonde in front of him.

"Maddie..." His voice dropped into that deep, heavy place where she knew exactly what was happening in his mind. He took a step towards her and Maddie's breath sucked in as she moved back just a bit; leaning against the car behind her.

"Yes?" She breathed.

Harry moved closer, his arms bracing around her, resting on the roof of the car as he pressed her against it. "I'm going to kiss you now." Her mouth opened to offer something, but he hurried ahead of her. "No no. I don't care what else there is," one of his hands slid from the car, to her waist. "I'm going to kiss you now."

"Well sure," she shrugged, leaning her body into his. "Because Bond really isn't Bond without the..."

And his mouth closed over hers; lips hot and firm, tongue strong and persistent. And all of Maddie's words fell from her mind. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her tight and close to him; so blissfully happy, so thankful.

"This..." He kissed her again. "Has been..." And again. "The best birthday..." Once more. "Ever."

"Ever?" She arched her eyebrows, running her fingers down his shoulders, down his arms, to his hands that were clutching her to him.

"Well..." His voice was rough. "Last year you agreed to be my wife, so that was top of the list...but this year..." He bit his lip and his eyes twinkled as he smiled down at her. "This year you are my wife. And you're in this dress and these shoes and...fuck, Maddie. This car." He looked behind her then.

"Come on," she squeezed his hands. "Let's drive it."

"Yeah?" His eyebrows perked up.

"Yeah," she nodded, pulling his hands from her then. "Let's take it out, tear it up."

"God, I love you," he laughed, moving to open her door for her. As she moved past him, his eyes swept over her dress, over her skin, and he had to take a deep breath to control the shudder. Closing her door, he rounded the car quickly; sliding into the driver's seat and settling in. It felt amazing; the entire day, this moment—it felt amazing. Sticking the keys in the ignition, his hand moved to her; sliding up along her thigh, drawing shivers to her skin. "You ready baby?" He rubbed heat into her as he met her eyes.

"Yes," she nodded; almost as excited as he. Harry grinned and pulled his hand back; starting the car with wild eyes and a laugh full of joy. And Maddie couldn't have been happier.

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Harry tore it up. With a wild, carefree look in his eyes and a smile that rivaled any Maddie had seen, he drove the car all over the island. It handled like a dream; hugging the curves, sticking tight to the road when he pushed the speedometer just as far as he felt comfortable with having her next to him. It was a dream. And he loved it. And he loved her for giving it to him.

So when Maddie suggested they take a side road leading closer to the coast, Harry gladly did as she asked. He turned them off and relaxed a bit; settling into his new car; into the moment. The road twisted and turned, drawing them further into trees, away from the main and, as they neared a clearing over the ocean, surrounded by trees, he glanced in the rearview mirror and was shocked to find the tail car had dropped off.

"They know where we're going," Maddie noticed him noticing the change.

"They do?" He lifted his eyebrows to her.

"They do," she nodded, her hand sliding over to his thigh. "I've cleared everything through them first. They know exactly where we'll be in case there's a problem..." She leaned forward in her seat a bit, her eyes squinting. "There." She pointed. "Turn off there."

His hands slid over the leather covered steering wheel and he turned the car where she had pointed. It was less than a mile before they drove out of a tunnel of trees and into the clearing. And the road stopped. Harry brought the car to a stop, slid it into park and looked out at the view.

It was spectacular. The sun had just about disappeared over the horizon and the colors that were cast over the water were brilliant. It was fall and the sky was hazy and cloudy and it felt like it might rain. But the view was unbelievable.

"What a day," Harry let out a breath, turning to look at her, to really take her in. "The notes, the drink, the tux...the paintball guns. All of the obstacles and..." He shook his head with a laugh. "Bond for a day, huh?"

"Well..." Maddie's smile was coy as her hand moved lightly up his thigh before she pulled it back. "If this were really a Bond movie..." Her movements were deliberately slow as her hands slid to the hem of her dress, moving up underneath. Harry's breath hitched, his wide eyes following her every movement. "Then right about now..." She was so bold, so cocky in that moment that it almost felt like she was a different person. Her hands slid higher and then, as Harry felt that strong, familiar tug in his stomach, he watched her pull tiny, black panties down from under her dress. He swallowed at the lump in his throat, trying to wet his dry mouth as she slid them down her legs, over her heels and up between them. "Right about now, you would be getting very lucky." Holding onto every ounce of gumption she had, she looped her panties around the rearview mirror and moved.

Rising in her seat, she watched Harry's eyes flash wide and when she hitched her skirt up and moved into his seat, into his lap. It was a small, tight fit; but it brought them close, pressed them tight. And neither of them would dream of complaining.

"Am I?" He breathed, his eyes scanning over her as she sat in his lap; her knees settling on either side of him. "About to get very lucky?"

"You are." She grinned wide; her head nodding as her hands moved to his chest.

"Really?"

"Really."

"But we're..." He glanced around, his hands moving instinctually to her hips. "In a car..."

"In a secluded clearing," Maddie was focused, determined, as her fingers tugged at his bowtie. "On a secluded island."

"But..." Harry's breath drew a little jagged as he watched her hands move to the buttons of his shirt. "Jim and...Arthur and...Jesus Maddie..." He looked up to her face, scanning her body as he did, as his eyes caught sight of the panties she was no longer wearing.

Feeling high from the night, from the way he was looking at her, Maddie made quick work of the buttons, pulling his shirt open and exposing his t-shirt clad chest. Tugging the white cotton up from where it was tucked into his pants, she grinned wider at the sight of his stomach; his soft, hot skin with the fan of red hair. "Jim and Arthur know to stay back." Her voice was low and sultry and it matched her mood and her hair and her eyes and Harry could feel the heat in the car intensifying as her fingers slid over his skin. "I cleared everything with them..."

"Everything?" Harry's hands moved up from her hips then, wanting more than anything to plant in her hair and tug that mouth of hers to his.

"It's just the two of us Captain..." She bit at her bottom lip and held his eyes. And there they sat, breathing altered, pulses pounding and then Maddie's hands lifted from him, sliding up his chest, over his shoulders and resting on the seat behind him; locking his head between her arms. "You've survived the gunfire. You've made it across the island. You've saved the girl. You've driven the car..." The corner of her lips twisted up and her voice dropped. "The way I see it, you have only one thing left to do..."

And that was all he needed. His arms wrapped around her then; bringing her tight against him. His neck stretched to kiss her, to move his lips and his tongue hotly against hers. Maddie moaned into his mouth, bringing him closer; making him grow and harden underneath him. His hands, gripping at her dress, at her skin, found their way to her exposed back; his heart jumping at the contact and suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to rid her of the hot little number she was wearing. So his hands moved higher, trailing fire over her skin as he moved up and over her shoulders.

As Maddie pushed down into his lap, his hands pushed at the neck of her dress, bringing it down over her shoulder where his lips landed. Hot. Wet. Maddie's head tipped back and his mouth slid across her shoulder towards the column of her neck; his fingers tracing down over her collar bone, towards the top pink skin of her breasts. A small moan fell from her lips as she rocked against him.

"Hold on..." Harry's mouth left her skin, his eyes smiling up at her with a smirk. Maddie's eyebrows lifted in question, her lips parting slightly. "You don't have an orange name badge." He held the loose fabric of her dress in his fingers.

"No," she grinned, her head shaking back and forth. "I don't."

"Well..." Harry's hands rounded over her ass, pressing her closer to him; his cock pulsing underneath her. "Jim told me not to trust anyone without one."

Maddie chuckled in his arms, her hands moving over his exposed chest, across his flat stomach, straight to the growing bulge in his pants. "Well I suppose you're living on the edge tonight Captain."

"Oh God," he groaned, arching into her hand. "Maybe I should..." He trailed off as Maddie's lips found his neck, her hand tightening around him. "Maybe I should..." He gulped. "Call for help." He managed to bite off the words before his hands moved to her neck, to the side of her face; pulling her back to him. His lips smeared against hers, her tongue teasing at his lips.

"Maybe you should," she nodded, her breath coming in pants as she moved against him; wanting more of him—more of his hands, his lips.

"Jim!" Harry called out into the car, his voice low and mocking as he moved a hand down her neck, back to her shoulder. "Help! Jim!" He grinned wickedly as his fingers tugged at the dress, exposing her braless chest to him. His breath hissed into his lungs and his eyes swung up to hers. "Help..." He let one more smug grin fly her way before he leaned in and pulled her round perky nipple into his mouth.

"Oh..." Maddie groaned, her hands pushing him closer, wanting him to take all of her into that hot, glorious mouth of his. And he did; opening his mouth wider over her. "Harry..." She breathed and her hands returned to his pants; tugging at the zipper, pulling the fastener—needing him free. And when she found him, stiff and hot, her fingers wrapped around him and he groaned against her breast. When she slid her hand up and down him with a few quick strokes, he moved back; his mouth sliding slowly off of her.

"Oh God..." His hands slid down her body, over her hips. He passed over the tops of her thigh high stockings, over the garter clips that held them up, over the bare skin he found and up to the hem of that dress. He was quick underneath the fabric, pushing it higher up her legs; bunching it at her waist and his eyes focused down.

Not able to help himself, unsure if he would hold out for very much longer, his fingers were quick to her center; sliding into the hot, exposed wetness that was there and they both moaned into the car, they both ached to be closer.

So Maddie took control. Rising up on her knees, she pulled him from his boxers and positioned him below her. "Harry..." She called his eyes to hers and holding them with her own, she lowered onto him and her smile pulled wide and loose. "There we go..." She sighed at the feeling of completeness, of fulfillment, she felt having him so deep inside of her.

What happened between them in that car was hot and fast and just a little bit rough. With Maddie in his lap, controlling the depth and the pace and the teasing way she made him beg for her to move, the way she made his hands clutch at her body, all Harry could do was sit back in that exquisite seat of that beautiful car and hold tight to his gorgeous wife. There was a part of him, a teeny, tiny part that felt bad for the way he pulled at her dress, the way her lipstick had smudged and her hair had loosened. But the larger part of him, the part she was riding to the edge of the world, found her so fucking sexy, he could barely hold on long enough to bring her to the edge with him. But he did. With his mouth on her skin and his fingers stroking where they were joined, Maddie moved quickly and blissfully and wildly to orgasm. And as she clenched around him, calling his name out into the hot interior of his new Aston Martin, Harry growled into her neck and pulled her roughly down on him.

And he lost himself inside of her.

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After their breathing calmed and their hearts returned to a normal pace, Maddie and Harry separated, cleaned up, and readjusted their clothes. And after they pulled back onto the road, Harry's hand resting peacefully on her thigh, Maddie let him in on a little secret.

The night wasn't over—far from it in fact.

And though he was tired, though he was more than a little spent, Harry was up for anything. So he smiled, took a deep breath, and drove in the directions she dictated; the tail car sliding into place behind them as they emerged from the clearing. The drive back was beautiful; stars shining through the night sky, trees bending slightly in the breeze. And the two of them felt more connected than ever. Before they knew it, he was pulling up outside and immaculate building; clearly alive with people and music inside.

"Look at me..." Maddie commanded gently as he pulled the new car into park out front. Harry killed the ignition and turned to look at her. She smoothed down his buttons, she tugged at his jacket, she checked and double check his pants and his face and his hair. And then she smiled. But for the untied bowtie, there was no hint of their transgression. Maddie turned to look in the mirror; her hair, her makeup and after she reapplied her lipstick, she was ready. "Okay Captain. Are you ready?"

"Can I confess something?" His hand was soft on her legs, his smile sweet as she nodded. "Maybe I'm tired or...maybe I'm just getting old but...there's a large part of me that just wants to take you home and put you in pajamas and fall asleep with you tucked right here..." His hand moved to his chest, right where she loved to lay her head. And every single thing about Maddie softened.

"Harry..." She scooped his hand into both of hers. "After this is over...we can absolutely do that if you want to."

"Promise?" He lifted his eyebrows.

"Promise," she nodded, squeezing his hand.

"Okay Your Royal Highness," Harry kissed the top of her hand and dropped it. "Let's find out what awaits us." And just like that he was out of the car, rounding to her side with a confident, sexy swagger. He pulled open her door, offered his hand and helped her from the car.

When Maddie stepped out, she could see the security team had caught up with them, she could hear the slight buzz of music and conversation coming from inside. She looked over her husband one last time, noting how sexy he looked with the loose tie and the rumpled tux—complete with a few specks of paint from his wild expedition. And then she tucked her hand in his arm and they began up the stairs.

"Madeline," he called out to her as they walked. "Thank you for tonight."

"You're welcome," she tucked in closer to him.

"And you must know..." He reached for the handle to the door. "You're the best fucking Bond girl in history."

"Ha!" Her head tossed back as she laughed. "Exactly how many Bond girls have you had Captain?" Harry laughed then, shaking his head and pulling on the door.

"Just you baby. Just you." With wide, matching smiles, they stepped forward into the revelry. And it was just what Maddie had hoped it would be.

All of their friends were there, most of their generation of the family and there was music—striking up a fanfare when they entered, drawing applause from the already tipsy and raucous group. There was food and an open bar and best of all, there was Harry; happy and satisfied and so incredibly complete. There was only one thing in the world that could have made him happier—and there was a good chance he and Maddie had taken care of that in the front seat of his new Aston Martin. He chuckled to himself at that.

His life was complete.

As he stepped into the room, Maddie's hand still in his, he made it a point to mark this moment. Even as Bishop and Ella rushed forward to hug them. Even as his brother made wise cracks at the state of his tux. Even as Beatrice pressed kisses to his cheeks. This had already been a chart-topping birthday and he knew—even as everything moved around him—it was going to be one he remembered for the rest of his life.