FWB

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“I don’t get it. How did you know it was me?” I asked Harry as we left the venue after the bidding and we are now outside our hotel, eager to get inside our rooms.

“I just know it.” He answers. We step inside the elevator and Harry presses his floor number. Oh- shoot. What room was I? As I was about to mention it to Harry, he cuts me off by saying, “You’ll be staying with me tonight.” I stay quiet for a second or so and the elevator door opens and Harry leads me to his room.

“Thank you, Harry.” I say. I curtsey with my gown and I look up at him to see green eyes looking intently to mine. “You know, for bidding for me. Right now, I could’ve been in that guys bed room by now.”

“I wouldn’t approve of that.” He murmurs. He locks the door behind him and leads me toward the middle of the room. “Now, why have you been avoiding me?”

“Avoiding you?” I ask innocently. “It doesn’t mean that we haven’t had sex for two weeks that I’m avoiding you.” I manage a little laugh and I stopped when Harry was looking at me seriously. “Seriously, I wasn’t.”

He sighs. “Very well.” His body slammed into mine as we crashed backwards into the wall of his hotel room, our lips moving together urgently, the taste of his tongue swirling in my mouth, his deep groans filling up the otherwise silent room. I clenched the front of his suit tightly, the fabric balled up in my fists holding his body against mine. His black suit was discarded carelessly behind us on the floor, a result of my overwhelming necessity to have him naked.

One of my hands found its way to the nape of his neck, tangling itself in his soft, luscious curls, as his slid my gown up over my hips hungrily. It was a matter of seconds until I had it lifted over my head, dumped carelessly in a bundle on the floor over his shoulder. His little pink tongue darted out to wet his lips, his teeth biting down appealingly.

“You know what’s next, don’t you?” he murmured, his heavy eye contact only broken by his white polo peeling off over his head. I let my gaze drop to his perfect abs, toned torso, the waistband of his Calvin Kleins only just visible under his pants.

He stepped closer to me, letting his hot fingers push my hair behind my ear, his lips connecting with my neck tenderly.

“We’re gonna fuck,” I replied breathlessly, lulling my head back to the feeling of his teeth nipping on my skin, his tongue slicking over the sore spots seconds later.

He pulled away, chuckling, moving his mouth to kiss the sweet spot next to my ear. “Correct,” he mumbled, “but that’s not all. I’m gonna make you scream my name so loud they’ll hear it in LA.”

I giggled softly. “I like the sound of that…”

His mouth came back to mine, our tongues forcefully meeting once again, and I felt the floor disappear from under me as he lifted me onto his hips, not breaking the kiss once. Next thing I knew, my skin collided with the smooth, silk turquoise sheets on the hotel bed.

I blinked my eyes open when he pulled away, his long body hovering over me, dominating. I felt him pressing tiny little wet kisses to my neck, over my collarbones, along my shoulders. I moaned quietly, encouraging him, chaffing my thighs in an attempt to relieve the excitement building between my legs.

“You excited for me, baby?” he mumbled against my skin, and I nodded, sighing softly in response. By now, his hands were snaking around my back, unhooking my bra, his eyes widening like a kid on Christmas as he flung it over his shoulder. A giggle escaped from my lips despite my fighting against it, and he looked up at me in surprise.