Billie Jean [h.s]

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Billie Jean

Harry's hand pulled my wrist towards the wooden closet door as the footsteps increased and more precise as it edged near the office door.

My heart banged against my chest and my kitty thumped loudly begging for Harry's sweet attention once more.

Great! Two heartbeats I can't control.

He pulled the wooden door open yanking us both in with a quick one and two movement, shutting the door right on time and indulging us into the dark. Just before the office door swung open.

Harry clasped my mouth with his palm while his index finger was to his lip. I nod to him in compliance because I too didn't want to get caught.

The sound of his father's footsteps echoed the now quiet office while another pair of footsteps followed after. The clicking of tiny heels.

I held in my breath trying to make my presence even more disappearing, but the heartbeat in between my legs couldn't be anymore louder to me.

" Take a seat Ms. Smith while I get your check for the week." a deep voice sighed as Harry palm was still placed across my mouth.

The chair screeched loudly from its position letting us know the lady was taking a seat.

Suddenly I realized something.

My eyes bulged from eye sockets as my heart dropped further into my ass with no mention to stop.

Something was missing.

My panties was still lying on the office floor.

Even in the dark I could see Harry green mesmerizing eyes gazing at me and suddenly my heartbeat skipped a few beats making me gasp into his hands.

" I'm not done with you yet." he murmured across my ear sending chills down my spin. His hot breath raised the hairs behind my neck and goosebumps creeped up my arm. his lips pecked my neck softly as I gasped to feel them again.

The echoing darkness started to infatuate my eyes to the familiar scenery of Harry's outline. My minding racing from the heartbeat between my legs and smear thought of my white panties  laying heavenly across his father's floor.

"Harry my panties. They're still out there. " I said below a whisper feeling him grip my bare ass. I bit down on my bottom lip completely in awe of his aggressive touch. I had to almost stop myself for liking this so much.

What the hell was I even liking?

Do I enjoy him being this rough with me?

"Don't worry about it, right now darling." Harry utters to me as I can feel him pressing up against wanting to taste my lips once more. Edged closer always craving his sweet touch.

"When will you tell her?" the woman in the office spoke awakening my ears.

"When will you tell her about us and what we have huh?" I felt Harry body perk up as well; seeing his head making a quick right to the door in full attention and ear. My body stood still as I felt Harry's hands loosen from my waist.

The silence between us was loud that it felt as if a whistle of nothingness blew between the both of us. As if we were there individually without each others company. 

"Josephine-" his father's rasping voice sighs in what seems defeat.

"No! When will you tell her? I'm tired of hiding! I'm tired of being a backdoor getaway to your problems! I have needs too!" the lady seemingly named Josephine shouts in anger.