Becoming a prison guard is tough. But when you're the only female in a workplace of thirty male guards, with a very attractive boss, and one inmate you can't help but be intrigued by, things become a lot more difficult.
Florence Saint I kissed Harry. I shouldn't have. But I did. I kissed him and I enjoyed it. Now I knew that things weren't going to get any easier between us. There was going to be tension, and urges.
I was sat in my office, and it had only been about fifteen minutes since it happened, and already I wanted to go back out and kiss him all over again. My legs were restless, my heart and my mind were racing at a hundred miles a minute. I couldn't contain myself. It was like a wild urge surging through my mind. I tapped my pen on the table, as if that would make a difference. I tied and untied my hair, put lip balm on, tried to write down notes but I couldn't resist the urge inside me. "Fuck" I breathed running my hands through my ponytail. I stood up from my desk quickly and went to Harry's cell. "Get up" I whispered trying to clear my throat. "But it's not dinner yet" Harry said, keeping his eyes closed as he lie on his bed. "I fucking know that. Get. Up" I repeated again. He stared at me with raised eyebrows before rolling his eyes and walking to the cell door. I opened it and he strolled out. I placed my hand on his back and quickly pushed him into my office.
"Sit" I said pointing to the chair opposite my desk. I sat on top of the desk, just in front of him. "What is going on with you?" He scoffed and I shook my head. "I thought, we haven't had a session in a while so why not have one now." I breathed, fully aware of my heart visibly beating against my skin and shirt. "You seem on edge" "Do I?" "Yes or I wouldn't say it" he said. I walked to my door and locked it, pulling down all the blinds on the windows and doors so no one could get in, or see in, to my office. "What's going on Florence?" "I can't get it out of my mind. It's like this urge I have and no matter how hard I've tried I can't get rid of it." I explained, whispering through the darkness. "What urges?" He asked and I hopped back up onto my desk. I briefly saw him biting his lips and toying with his lower lip in his fingers. "I can't stop thinking about what happened earlier. I feel like I need more of it. More of you. Or else I might just go insane" I said rubbing my temples. "Well we can't have that now can we" he said, and I could just about see the smirk playing on his mouth. He stood up and pushed the chair out of the way with his legs. I thought I was going to pass out due to so much tension and adrenaline. "You know this breaks every rule" he said standing completely still. "I know" I breathed. "I'm willing to break the rules for you" "Little miss Saint isn't so Saint like now is she?" He grinned before he grabbed hold of my waist. He pushed my legs apart so he could stand in between them, and quickly pressed his mouth to mine.
I gasped and wrapped my arms around his neck. The kiss deepened quickly and I felt his hands pull out my hair tie. My shaking fingers toyed with the bottom of his jumper, my fingertips lightly grazing over the skin just above his waistband. He groaned lightly and tangled his fingers in my hair. He pulled his jumper off , leaving me in awe of his body, and his tattoos. "You're not wearing underwear" I said pulling away from him. "So?" He breathed. "Well it's a rule" I shrugged. "Are you seriously going to criticise my uniform right now?" He said, gesturing to his naked torso. I shook my head quickly and he reattached our lips. His fingers got to work on the buttons of my shirt, undoing each one excruciatingly slowly, until my bra was revealed to him. He pulled the black material so it came untucked from my trousers, and pushed it off my shoulders onto the desk. He detached his mouth from mine, but kept his forehead against my own. I noticed him look down as he ran his hands down my bare sides, and over my stomach. He slowly ran his fingers upwards, and over the material of my black bra, until his whole hand was on it. He repeated the same movements with his other hand and I couldn't help but tilt my head backwards slightly. I ran my hands over his torso and upper arms slowly as his own hands toyed with my chest and bra, driving my head to spin.
As my fingers played with the waistband of his trousers, pushing the band down half an inch, it was as if some sudden reality slapped him in the face. He moved away from me quickly and picked up his jumper. "I can't do this" he whispered, throwing his jumper back on. My eyes widened and I jumped off my desk. "What?!" I whispered harshly and he shook his head, with a small smile on his lips. "It's too wrong." He said staring me straight in the eyes causing me to feel stupid and vulnerable. I turned away with a soft and re did my buttons up, tucking my shirt tight in my trousers. I pulled my hair up into a loose ponytail and grabbed my keys. I pulled up the blinds and unlocked the door. He walked out quickly and back into his cell. I waited a moment and took a few deep breaths before walking out to his cell and locking it without a word. I looked down at my watch and realised it was time for his dinner.
I unlocked the cell and slid open the door. "Florence," "It's either officer or Saint to you. Get up it's dinner" I said pushing a hard expression on my face, when really I just wanted to cry. He shook his head and walked in front of me to the canteen area. I hung my head and looked at my black boots. "Miss Saint? Everything ok?" I heard and I snapped my head up to see Sam there. "Yes. Everything is fine. Thank you" "You look a bit flushed are you sure?" He asked and I felt my cheeks with the back of my hand. They were burning. "Oh I'm fine. I didn't open a window in my office earlier so I got a bit hot I guess" I said forcing a smile on my face as I saw Styles come as sit close to us. "So, I wanted to ask you something" he said and I nodded. "Would you perhaps like to try dinner again? Or a drink after work?" He asked and I knew Harry had heard. Something in me wanted to say no, but that wasn't what came out of my mouth. "That sounds nice" "Ok. Well tomorrow is Sunday so I'll pick you up at 9?" He asked and I nodded. "Ok" "I'm done" Harry said and I nodded. "See you later" Sam said and I smiled before walking Harry back to his cell.
I waited in my office until ten then I packed up my bags, locked my office and walked to Harry's cell. "Where are you going? Why do you have your bags?" "It's ten. I'm going home." "And it's your day off tomorrow?" He asked and I nodded once. I checked his cell was locked and walked away. "Wait!" I walked back. "Don't go on your date tomorrow" he said and I scoffed before walking away again, letting the stone cold expression fall.
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