And So It Goes... - Act Two // Book Two

Chapter 12

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ONE YEAR LATER

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Harry stared at the glowing screen of his phone, a devilish smile playing on his lips as he finished his tweet.  He clicked his phone off, tossing it on his bed as he scratched at his tummy while walking into the bathroom.  Samantha was currently enveloped in a bathtub full of bubbles.  He walked towards her, taking his lip between his teeth when he saw that her eyes were closed.  She looked like heaven.

He sat on the edge of the tub, his hand lifting slowly to rest against her cheek.  He watched as Samantha's eyes dreamily opened to rest on his,

"Are you finished causing your fans early heart attacks?"

Harry smiled triumphantly.  It felt good to know they were still there, still crazy, still as supportive as ever,

"I just tweeted one thing."

Samantha couldn't help but giggle softly,

"Yes, because more than one thing is usually the threshold to drive them nuts."  She reached up to take his hand away from her cheek.  She kept it in her hand, toying gently with his fingers, "What did you have to say tonight?"  She inquired.

Harry didn't want to discuss this.  She looked absolutely irresistible at the moment and the only thing he could really focus on was the inappropriate thoughts racing through his head,

"I announced the show in LA."  He answered as his hand disappeared beneath the bubbles.

Samantha smiled as she lifted her hands to rest on his arm while he pressed his palm to her tummy,

"So soon?"  She gasped softly when she felt his fingertips ghost just under her breast.

"Show is in a week, Nava."  His palm pressed against her nipple, his entire hand covering her as he massaged her breast, "Had to tell them when tickets go on sale."  He said, swallowing hard.

His mouth was watering, absolutely due to the fact that he wanted nothing more than to bury his cock into Samantha at the moment.  He felt himself harden in his boxers,

"Jesus Christ you're sexy as fuck...ya know that?"

Samantha's smile softened, her eyes drooping down to the bubbles where his hand had traveled down to between her legs.  She felt the pad of his thumb rub against her in gentle circles.  Harry watched as her eyes shut, her back arching, a slight moan escaping her perfect lips.

"Harry..."

In all his life nothing would ever turn him on more than the sound of her whimpering his name.  He winced just slightly when her nails dug into his arm.

"I'll miss you."  She whispered as she settled back down.

Harry shook his head,

"I'm still here."  He said as he shifted onto his knees.

Samantha's chest rose and fell with such force he could see the bubbles moving above her.  She whimpered his name again.  Harry shook his head, his fingers dipping inside of her,

"Tell me what you want..."  His voice was low, raspy from the dryness of his throat after the quick breaths he'd taken.

Samantha's eyes were closed, her lips pouty, her mouth slightly open.  Harry found himself aroused all over again at the thought of her mouth wrapped around him.  He pumped his fingers into her a little harder, realizing just then that she still hadn't answered him.  He pulled his fingers out slowly, his eyes meeting hers when she opened them,