Perfect

Viviana Preston and Harry Styles have something they both can't ignore - they were both perfect for each other.

EXCERPT :

He pried her legs apart, stepping in between them. His hand ran up her toned thighs, pulling her flush against him. Bending his head to the base of her neck, he lay a light kiss on it. A moan escaping her mouth as he kissed down to her collar bone, and around the curve of her breast.

His tongue wrapping around the erect nipple. His arms wrapped around her waist, and her legs wrapping around his. She arched into his mouth, a whimper escaping her mouth, when he grinded into her wet mound.

"H-harry.."

The sound of his name escaping her mouth, turned him on to no end. Pushing the paper off the desk, he maneuvered her until she was laying down, hovering over her.

Fuck, Simon was gonna kill him.

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