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"Ava!"

She was sitting down in the break room eating her lunch when she heard his voice boom down the hallway. Ava swallowed her bite of food, dabbed a napkin at the corner of her lips, and then frowned to herself as she turned to see her boss storming into the room with a stack of folders clutched in his hand, the veins visibly bulging against his knuckles.

"What the hell are these?" Mr. Styles barked, standing in front of her and snarling.

He looked well this morning; his hair appeared somewhat darker from whatever product he had put it in, the curls tamed into a quiff albeit a single strand that had escaped and trickled over his forehead, and the sleeves of his shirt were tugged up to his elbows. Swirls of ink were visible on his forearms, something that he rarely showed off while at work.

"Um... folders, sir," Ava answered after a moment.

The tone of her voice made his nostrils flare and he huffed out a breath, fingers threading through his hair before falling to his side.

"I know that," Harry grumbled. "I meant, what the hell are they doing just sitting in an unorganized stack, goddamnit. You need to order them by date."

"Okay," Ava replied calmly. She set her sandwich down and licked her lips, tilting her head to the side. "I can do that once I'm finished with my lunch."

He growled. "No, do it now."

His demanding tone made Ava shake her head. She softened her eyes and peered up at him, at his brooding frame and tense jaw. Then she caught his gaze and stared into his eyes intently while letting her lashes purposely flutter against the tops of her cheekbones. It took only a few moments before her boss's face began to soften against his will, and he swallowed, lips parting in submission just from the way she was looking at him. 

"It's my break right now," Ava murmured slowly, fighting off a smile. "I'm having my lunch. Just let me finish and then I can take care of it, alright?"

"I..." Her boss cleared his throat as his gaze flickered down to her lips, a flash of something unreadable passing through his eyes before he quickly looked away. His lips pursed. "Fine... Be quick about it, though."

And with that, he dropped the folders onto the table and stalked out of the room, leaving Ava to finish her lunch while wearing a suppressed grin the entire time.

It had been a few weeks since they returned from Los Angeles. The trip had been a success in more ways the one, because not only had Ava's boss made a deal with the wealthiest company in California, but she also noticed that ever since they got back to England, he had become much easier to handle. Mr. Styles was often letting his eyes linger on his assistant, no doubt remembering their brief time together in the plane, and Ava made sure to use that to her full advantage in order to keep him well behaved. She couldn't say that she wasn't enjoying every second of it- having even the slightest ounce of control over her cold boss made her stomach flutter and her lips curl into a smirk.

She also couldn't say that she didn't think about him sometimes, too. It was hard not to when she saw him everyday at work, the sight of his strong and handsome face acting as a constant reminder of how when she would be sitting at her desk trying to get her work done, her mind would wonder to images of his flushed cheeks and parted mouth. Oh, his mouth. The memory of watching him crumble before her eyes just from her tongue was painfully engraved in Ava's brain and would resurface often, making a heat flare up between her thighs each time.

Those were thoughts she kept to herself, though, because she decided that the ball was in Mr. Styles' court now. If there was something that he wanted, then he would have to be a big boy and come get it for himself.

Ava finished the sandwich she had brought with her and went back to her small desk to work on organizing the folders. Unsurprisingly, ordering them was just as boring as one would think. She almost wished that her boss would call for her to go get him coffee again, instead. As degrading as it was to get him a hot beverage that he could easily get up and get himself, Ava figured that it was at least better than organizing a damn stack of folders by date.

Her fingers were numb and her eyelids were heavy by the time she got through all of them. It was already evening, the sky outside of the building turning a purplish blue, and most of the employees beginning to leave the office in clusters, all of them just as eager to get home as she was. Ava was standing up from her desk and swinging her purse over her shoulder when a familiar head of blonde hair appeared in front of her.

"Ava," her coworker, Lucy, greeted. Ava didn't talk to her much, simply because she was too busy to ever make friends at work. "Mr. Styles said he needs you to stay."

Ava blinked, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear. "What?"

Lucy sighed, rolling her eyes and folding her arms over her chest. "He told me to tell you that you can't leave yet," she explained, a slight edge to her voice that she tried to hide as she shrugged her shoulders. "He needs you to stay late and get something done. Like hell if I know."

"Oh," Ava's tongue poked the inside of her cheek and she nodded slowly. Her blood was already thickening from the though of being alone with her boss, again. "Okay then."

"Yeah," Lucy stood there for a few moments, almost about to turn around and leave, before she seemed to change her mind. She instead stepped closer to Ava and licked her red-painted lips before murmuring, "Look- don't think you're special."

"I-"

"He's fucked probably half of the women in this office," Lucy said bluntly. "Including myself, so don't get too cocky or anything."

Ava swallowed uneasily, not wanting to discuss her private life with a woman who she barely spoke with. "Thanks for the advice," she muttered, and gave a forced smile. "But I think I'm capable of handling myself, thank you."

She didn't give Lucy the chance to say anything else as she spun on her heel and made her way over to Harry's office. She wasn't going to listen to her. She was a grown woman and could make her own choices, and Mr. Styles could, as well. It wasn't as if she hadn't already seen the plenty women who would visit him, anyway; that didn't change the fact that it was Ava's name that he had been moaning when she had taken his cock in her mouth.

Her boss was looking at his phone when she walked in. The sound of the door closing behind her urged his head to lift up and he seemed.. nervous almost, once he realized it was her, his eyes widening slightly and his teeth grazing his bottom lip.

Ava cleared her throat. "Lucy said that you needed me."

"Yes," he folded his hands on his desk and nodded. "I need to... tell you something."

Ava raised her eyebrow, prompting him to continue. Mr. Styles paused for a beat of silence, taking in a breath before rubbing the bridge of his nose apprehensively. It was weird to see him just as on edge as the morning before they went to LA and it made her hand subconsciously grip the strap of her purse.

"I would like to... apologize," was what her boss finally said, voice gruff. The word seemed to come out unnaturally, being forced from his lips with great effort and leaving his nose scrunching up as if it had left a sour taste in his mouth. Ava's eyes became round in disbelief and she could have sworn she had misheard him. He coughed before continuing. "For earlier. I mean, for everything. I know I can be cold."

"You're apologizing?" Ava spluttered, stepping closer to his desk and watching him ball his hands up.

"Is that not what I just said?" Harry snapped, but then instantly softened and sighed through his nose. "I've never done that before so... take it or leave it."

Ava rolled her eyes at his petulance, her lips flitting into a smile. That was far from what she had expected him to say. It was almost as if saying the words had exerted all his energy and now he was spent, hands dragging down his face and rubbing at his shaved chin. She wished that her blonde coworker could have been there- maybe Ava wasn't the only woman to have had him moaning before, but she had been the one to get an apology from him, and she wasn't planning on letting that go.

"Was that so hard?" Ava teased gently.

"Yes, actually." Her boss quirked an eyebrow and his face lifted. "Don't count on it happening again."

Ava laughed softly and shook her head. "Was that all you needed, then?"

"No. There's more. Take a seat." Harry nodded to the chair in front of his desk and Ava complied, sinking into it while placing her purse down on the floor beside it. There was no one else in the building now, everyone having left already and a stillness enveloping the room. Her boss stared at her intensely and the air seemed to shift, his expression becoming more unreadable as he licked his lips, dampening the cherry colored flesh- she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have them suckle her skin until bruises surfaced.

"I want to know why you've been avoiding me," he murmured after a few beats of silence. Ava shifted in her chair and tilted her head.

"Avoiding you? I'm here right now, aren't I?"

Harry pressed his lips together into a straight line. The same darkening passed through his eyes that she had noticed earlier that day, and on a few other occasions- she now realized that it was because this was something that he had thought about before. It was something that had been bothering him every time he saw her, and he was just now willing to bring it up.

"Ever since Los Angeles," Mr. Styles rasped, "after you sucked my cock, I thought things would be different. But they aren't."

Oh. The bluntness of his words had her heart pressing against the bones of her rib cage and her thighs clamping together. She sucked in a breath and bravely met his eyes, gaze unwavering.

"You mean I haven't thrown myself at you like every other woman," she raised her eyebrow. "Just because I haven't gotten on my knees for you, doesn't mean that I have been avoiding you."

"Please, enlighten me." Harry leaned back in his chair and twisted one of the rings on his fingers. "What does it mean then?"

He watched his assistant shrug her shoulders slightly and gaze down at her lap. "Perhaps it means that I am waiting for you," she looked back up at him, biting her lip, "Perhaps I am a little disappointed that Harry Styles, a man who is known for getting what he wants, has failed to do so."

"Disappointed, huh?" Mr. Styles frowned to himself, nodding slowly as he took in her words. The tension in the room became so thick that it dripped like molasses and the impending beats of silence allowed for only the sound of their breathing to be heard. His eyes had darkened, twin green irises now just thin rings around his blown out pupils.

"Well, maybe I can make up for it," he whispered, and his lips slanted into a smirk. He was still staring at her from across the mahogany desk, sizing her up and focusing on her to the point that Ava felt like a small animal being watched by her predator. Her heart tapped loudly in her ears and she watched as he motioned towards his lap.

"Come here."

She did as she was told.

Lucy's warning from earlier should have stopped her, but Ava was too intrigued by his damn lips and devilish smirk to be bothered by the fact that he probably looked at every other woman like that. She stood from her chair and padded around the desk, her lips parted in anticipation as she lowered herself onto his lap. She recalled how he had pulled her onto him back in the plane, and how his breath had fanned across her neck as he had slept- the only difference now was that he was very much awake, green eyes glowing with mischief.

"Do you know how infuriating it is?" Harry muttered with a grin while his hand wandered to her thigh, staring into her curious dark eyes. The way she was sitting on him made her skirt bunch up, revealing inches upon inches of soft skin to him. "Constantly thinking about how good your mouth felt around me? It's been driving me mad."

"I'm sorry, sir," Ava whispered. She blinked down at him as she naturally wound her arms around his neck. Her boss tsked at her scoldingly before he all but buried his face into her neck. Ava squirmed against him but he bit down at her skin, just above a pulsing vein, as if to tell her stay still, and then continued to move his hand up, up, up her thigh until her knees began to lock over his hips tightly from the anticipation of where it was headed. Harry growled lowly into her neck and pried her legs apart.

"None of that," he tutted darkly. He pressed a kiss to the area just below her ear and then let his long digits send shivers up her spine, peeling back the lace of her underwear so his hand could cup her beneath the fabric. How many times had Ava thought about this? She couldn't remember the exact number as her mind became muddy water, every thought unclear except for the feel of pleasure that sparked from his fingertips against her dampening slit.

He pressed his thumb to her clit and a low whine escaped her lips.

"I never thanked you," Mr. Styles swirled his thumb and pressed harder and his index began to stroke her folds. Ava lolled her head against his shoulder and gasped.

"For what?" She bit down on her tongue to keep herself from moaning aloud as he fingered her. By instinct, her hips ground down to meet his movements and it was only a few more strokes of his thumb before he slipped in a finger, sinking it in all the way until the cold metal of his ring stung her. A muffled hiss was released against his shirt.

"For helping me," her boss answered, pulling his finger back and adding a second one as he pushed back in. Ava couldn't hold back anymore; she let out a series of soft moans that echoed against the walls of his office and permeated her ears, a stark reminder of the fact that her boss's fingers were fucking into her while she sat on his lap, her dark hair falling over her face and sticking to her lips as she breathed shakily.

"I'm close, sir," Ava whispered. He moved his fingers at an alarming rate and her skin felt like it was flaring up. Her thighs quaked around him from the pressure that was building up. Silently, she dug her hands into his oodles of soft hair as her orgasm overtook her, waves of euphoria crashing upon her and causing her vision to turn white.

Ava could barely see him slip his digits from her moisture and suck them clean.

"Good girl," he mumbled, then placed a hand under her chin to force her head up. She weakly lifted it and allowed him to press his still damp fingers against her parted lips, his eyes observing intently as she took them into her mouth and sucked, tasting the faded residue of herself on them.

"Are you going to fuck me, Mr. Styles?" Ava purred quietly, voice slightly muffled as his fingers were slipped from her mouth.

He gripped her chin and clenched his jaw. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes."

He smirked, grabbing her bum underneath her skirt and giving it a sharp squeeze. "Up, then," Harry ordered, motioning for her to get off his lap. He watched his assistant wipe her mouth before standing to her feet, both of them still fully dressed.

He would have to do something about that.

Mr. Styles pushed his chair back before standing from it, as well. He stood behind Ava, gathering her waves of dark hair and dipping his head down to kiss her shoulder. His hands then wound around her waist and blindly felt around for the buttons of her blouse, beginning to slowly undo each one once he found them. Once her shirt was off, he forcefully shoved her down until she was bent over his desk, breasts pressed against the mahogany and a squeak leaving her lips.

"You look pretty like this," Harry harshly grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her head to lift up. She really did look like a mouthwatering image straight from an explicit film- her round ass perched up just for him, with only her tight skirt and red heels still on. He had to have been dreaming. He licked his lips and hissed. "Look at me, Ava."

She craned her neck as much as she could to look back at him. Her hands were pressed flat against the wood and some of her hair was sticking to her opened mouth, but she didn't seem to notice or care.

"Tell me what you want."

"You," she answered vaguely.

He gritted his teeth and responded by giving a tug to her skirt, practically ripping it off along with her thin panties so that the cool air could kiss her exposed skin and make her back arch.

"Be specific."

"You, sir- I want you to fuck me! Please," she pressed her ass back so their sensitive organs could meet, her drenched cunt against his clothed bulge. She felt herself throb with need. "Please."

With that, she heard the clank of his belt as he undid it and slid it from the loops of his pants. The belt was thrown to the floor; his slacks were shuffled down his legs, pooling at his ankles; his briefs were shoved off. Ava could only watch with baited breath, her legs trembling just from the sight of his cock as it sprang free. It was a sight she didn't think she could forget, a sight that she had secretly dreamt of while she quietly worked at her desk- him standing behind her, naked, erect, and with his hand fiercely gripping her hair.

Her boss drank in the view of her, a hungry snarl curling on his lips; he grabbed his length and shifted his hips forward, just enough so the silky tip of him could brush against her inner thigh. He let go of her hair and used both hands to pry her legs apart and then gripped her behind, short nails scraping into the smooth skin to leave behind faint lacerations. Ava pressed back into him again, greedily wanting him to fill her up until she was full and consumed by him.

"So damn eager. Have you been thinking about this?"

"I know you have," she said, breathless.

"I have," Harry couldn't lie. He pushed into her without warning, and a noise caught between a gasp and a sigh was forced from Ava's throat. He was big- she already was aware of that- but feeling his cock stretch her apart with such force made her worry in the back of her mind if he would break her.

"Keep looking back. I want you to watch," Mr. Styles instructed, a vein ticking in his neck. He clutched her ass and pulled out almost all the way, just before slamming back in. Ava choked on her own breath and dug her nails into the wood of his desk, knees nearly collapsing from the strength of his hips and the pressure of his length driving deep into her until she saw stars. Her cheek was pressed against the desk as she stared back at him over her shoulder, watching him as he began to pound into her with impressive stamina.

The desk shook beneath her body; he was pouring all of his energy and bent up frustration into each thrust of his hips, each delve of his cock into her warmth. It wasn't just about how tight and wet she felt clasped around him; it was about the whimpers that repeatedly clawed up her throat, and the flush of her cheeks that deepened the closer her climax neared. He loved it- he basked it in, moving his hand up her back and grabbing her shoulder to keep himself steady as he moved- faster, faster, faster.

"I can't hold it!" Ava cried helplessly. She felt like she was losing control of herself. He was relentless, not letting up even as her walls tightened around him and made them both groan hoarsely.

"You can," her boss demanded. He yanked on her hair suddenly and forced her up, wrapping his hand around her throat and kissing her on the mouth for the first time. It didn't last long, though- his searing lips left hers before she could even taste them properly, and then he promptly slipped out of her, grabbed her hips, forced her around and back down on the desk. She was now sitting on top of it with her knees bent up and legs apart, wide enough for him to step between them and shove his cock back in. Ava whined accordingly from the forced entry and let her eyes roll back, hands gripping onto his forearms as he continued to fuck her.

"You're going to cum when I say," Mr. Styles grounded out. His hand grabbed her face and pulled her mouth back to his. He kissed her deeply, tasting her desire in the form of high-pitched moans that filled his mouth.

It was when she broke away from the kiss and gulped desperately for air that Ava felt it. She watched him with wild eyes- dark and spent and satisfied. She watched him plough into her with a growing sloppiness compared to his previously precise movements; his eyebrows were lowered in concentration and his face was clipped with pleasure. A film of sweat coated his forehead, just as sticky as the beads of perspiration that trickled down her own back. He looked darkly beautiful, with his hair sitting in a disheveled mess over his forehead, and green eyes even darker than they got when he was angry- it was no surprise to Ava that the sight of him only made the ballon of pleasure in her stomach inflate.

She really was close. Just when she thought that his length couldn't reach any further, her boss surprised her by hooking his arms under her thighs and lifting her up, changing the angle and sticking his cock impossibly deeper inside her. He hit that delicious spot repeatedly a few times, giving sharp and quick thrusts, which were just enough to push her over the edge.

Ava tried to clamp her mouth shut but it was to no use, a gripping scream pushing past her lips. Her nails dug into his tattooed skin and she blinked rapidly while her orgasm ripped through her and left her a panting mess on his desk.

Harry was not far behind her. He quickly pulled out from her warmth and wrapped his hand around his engorged length, pumping it quickly and brushing his thumb over the tip of it. Ava watched lazily and swore that just the sight of him exhaling heavily through his nostrils and pressing his lips together to hold back a groan while he jerked off was nearly enough to make her cum again.

His own climax arrived in three bursts of his seed that coated her bare thigh in a sticky, hot mess. A final grunt fell from his lips before Harry collapsed back into his desk chair, reaching blindly for Ava and pulling her back onto his lap while they both steadied their irregular breathing. He scraped the hair off his forehead. He planted a few kisses to her cheeks, her lips, and then her chin before he leaned back in the chair and sighed contently. Ava couldn't help but wonder how it was possible for him to still look so heavenly when he he had just been freshly fucked in the confinement of his office.

Harry brought his hand to her mouth after a few minutes and brushed his thumb over her bottom lip.

"Still disappointed?" he murmured with the ever-present smirk on his lips. Ava shrugged her shoulders, weakly concealing a smile as she pressed her face into his shoulder. It seemed this time, she was the one who was nuzzling into him.

"It was alright."

"Just alright?" Her boss scoffed and playfully dipped his head down to her chest, taking her nipple between his teeth. He bit down and looked up at her, eyes gleaming.

"Okay, okay," Ava giggled and her hand went to his hair. "It was better than alright. It was..."

Mr. Styles lifted his head, letting her breast slip from his mouth. He grabbed her hips and grinned lazily. "Amazing, spectacular, breathtaking, phenomenal?"

She smiled and nodded, as he was already lining her up with his still-hard cock.

"Yes, all of those," Ava leaned her forehead against his and he nipped at her lip.

"Good, because I'm not done with you yet," Harry whispered, and then he sunk her back down onto him.

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