Spencer had to be one of my favorite clients I had guarded so far.

He was very talkative like me and didn't seem bothered by my uppity, energetic personality despite my job of protecting him.

I was laying down in my bed, the suite we were in containing three rooms, one for each of us as I stared up at the ceiling, headphones in my ear.

"You are a goddess. Your body, is a temple." The calming, smooth voice going through my ears reiterated as I blinked at the ceiling.

"I am a goddess. My body is a temple." I repeated, thoroughly enjoying the self help audio I had downloaded onto my phone before Harry entered the room, making me take my earbuds off as he closed the door shut behind him, his dark eyes trained on me as I sat myself up when he approached me.

We hadn't talked all day due to the fact he was still pretending not to know any ounce of English as I smiled up at him, confused as to why he was here but happy nonetheless, especially when he sat and laid himself on my bed next to me, arms crossed and gaze trained on the ceiling above.

I pursed my lips in thought, wanting to talk to him but deciding against it since he seemed pretty irritated at the moment.

Now sitting up with him laying down next to me I put my earbuds back in, about to play the recording before I felt a tug on my cord, making me look back to find Harry staring at me with a brooding expression as he continued to tug on the wire.

"Pay attention to me." Harry requested in his monotone voice, making a wide smile slowly spread across my face at how adorable he was acting as he continued to tug on my cord until I took my earphones off, bringing all my attention on him.

"Did you come here just to spend time with me?" I questioned with a grin, watching a hint of emotion flicker over his stone cold expression before he looked back up at the ceiling.

"I'm not answering you." He simply retorted, looking extremely annoyed making me let out a small laugh as I peered down at him.

"See, you missed me bothering you." I couldn't help but tease, playfully scrunching my nose at him as he slowly turned his head to me to send me a blank look.

Harry surprised me when he suddenly grabbed the side of my thigh with his large hand, his tatted thumb running against the material of my pants making me burn up as if it was skin on skin contact while he studied my reaction with hooded eyes, grabbing my necklace and tugging me to his lips.

I immediatly obliged, my hands framing his face as he kept his finger hooked around the chain of my necklace, keeping my mouth to his as he parted my lips with his tongue, making me let out a shakey breath before he took full control, becoming impatient with a persistent grunt and flipping us so he was over me on my bed.

"The rules between us are right, there's a reason why assassin's can't have a relationship," He breathed against my mouth and despite the objections that left his slightly swollen lips that captured mine in a passionate kiss, his warm hands continued to wander around my body, gently groping whatever bare skin he could touch, leaving teasing trails of his fingertips under my shirt as I panted beneath him.

"I usually have all my attention on the mission, but I'm being easily distracted." Harry breathed with a husky exhale, finding my bra strap under my slipping, baggy, shirt, tracing it with dark eyes before he tugged it down to hang on the side of my arm, exposing more of my skin for him to lower his head and kiss and suck on as I whimpered, biting my lip to keep whatever moan was threatening to come out.

"M-maybe, maybe we shouldn't because I don't, I don't want you to get in trouble..." I swallowed, my heart beating erratically underneath his pierced lips that seemed to savor whatever skin he could make contact with as I tangled my fingers into his soft locks of brown hair.

"We should stop." He agreed with a low, throaty groan, contradicting his words when he slipped his hands underneath my bra, surprising me when he fully grabbed my breasts in his palms, causing my mouth to part as he ran his thumb over my nipples.

Harry then pulled back, leaving me breathless and my shirt sliding half off my body as I tried to sit up, his large frame still on top of mine while I expected him to get off me, only to realize he was just taking his shirt off, tugging it over his head and leaving his hair to go up in different directions once it was off before he discarded it to the floor, green, lustful eyes trained on me.

I panicked.

"Wait, Harry we can't have sex here- our client is right in the other room. He will, he'll hear things." I quickly sat myself up and fidgeted away, backing myself into the headboard and pressing my flushed body against it as Harry smirked, crawling towards me causing his back muscles under his tattooed skin to show.

"I just want to give you a French kiss neonata, do you want a French kiss?" Harry asked in an innocent tone, placing his hand over my thigh as my breathing slowed at his request.

"Oh," I blinked in realization.

"Yes please." I beamed at him, leaning forward and closing my eyes with pursed lips only for him to stop me, placing his large pointer finger over my awaiting mouth causing me to open my eyes at him in confusion.

"Not here bambina." He drawled out, the innocent tone replaced with something much darker as he slowly trailed his finger off my lips, keeping his eyes on mine before he slowly dragged his fingertip down my heaving chest, to my burning stomach, and then, he parted my legs and cupped me in the most sensitive part as I gasped, automatically grabbing his wrist but not to pull him away.

"Here." He emphasized his word by pressing his palm against me, slowly rubbing and watching my face as I threw my head back, gasping and unconsciously keening against him.

Harry continued to rub slowly, leaning forward until his pierced lips were at my ear, his lip ring grazing my skin as my eyes screwed shut in pleasure..

"Give into me neonata..." He whispered, nibbling on my ear lobe as I attempted to breathe through my gaping mouth, feeling him pull away only to lower himself down on my body, his hands keeping my thighs apart before he hooked his fingers over my pants, bringing it down with one pull as I snapped my eyes open.

I blinked down in disbelief at Harry's brown hair of head between my legs while he traced the hem of my thong.

I had no idea if it was to calm and soothe myself or him but I brought my fingers to his locks, running my hand through his hair in a loving manner as he groaned in a pleased tone, lowering the last material that was separating me from him.

In alarm I tried to close my legs but he kept them apart, looking up at me with darkened eyes.

"If you don't want to watch me pleasure you then put the covers over me." He said, his breathing slightly uneven as well as I fisted the sheet in anticipation, looking down at him and nodding with a warm face.

"But I will taste you Malu." Harry's grip on my thigh tightened in a possessive manner, making me jolt and I just couldn't take it, seeing his head in between my legs like that was overwhelming and the fact his eyes were still on me was too much.

I quickly grabbed the covers, putting it over him and my lower body and once he disappeared under the sheets I covered my flushing face with my hands, flustered.

Just when I felt Harry's warm breath right over my exposed crotch before the door to my room suddenly opened, causing me to freeze while Harry went rigid underneath the sheets.

"Hey, so exactly how many Italian words does this book contain?" Spencer leaned against the doorframe, one hand tucked in the pocket of his sweats as he studied the small dictionary in his hold.

Thankfully the white blankets were so thick it fully shielded the lump of Harry's body in between my parted legs, at most looking like I had extra pillows underneath the covers as I straightened, still sitting against the headboard.

"Oh yeah, more than one thousand actually, it's a great boo- oh!" I cried out in shock at the first feel of Harry's tongue over my opening while Spencer paused and gave me a look.

This man was absolutely crazy oh my goodness!

He couldn't be doing this, he couldn't, he wouldn't-

As if to challenge my thoughts Harry pushed a finger into me, making me gasp as I forced myself not to raise my hips off the bed while Spencer eyed me with an apprehensive look.

"You okay there? You're looking kind of red... again." Spencer asked in uncertainty, lowering the book as I bit my lip and nodded, forcing not to fidget under Harry's mouth on me under the sheets as I fisted the bed.

"I'm goo- so good! Oh!" I gasped in surprise, pleasure coursing through every fiber of my being when Harry began to pump his finger in and out of me, coupling the sensation by sliding his warm, wet tongue slowly over my slit.

"Wow! That's great! Why are you yelling!" Spencer let out a nervous laugh.

"Spencer, is there- is there something you need-" I struggled, not wanting to be rude but wanting nothing more than for him to leave as my head lolled to the side while my chest rose and fell at an uneven manner.

"No just, just felt kind of worried about being targeted and all, hard to sleep. Was wondering if I could stay here and you could keep an eye on me." He sent me a smirk, casually hitting his palm with the dictionary as I pushed a strand of my hair away from my sweaty face.

"S-sure- ah! No, I mean no!" Harry sucked hard onto me at my words, my bundle of nerves between his pierced lips as he ran his tongue over it repeatedly while plummeting one more finger into me, making my legs shake slightly.

"You really don't seem okay. Are you sure you're alright?" Spencer asked with a raise of his brow, taking a step closer while I arched my back off the bed.

"No, I'm- I'm just woozy, I'm feeling good -oh goodness, so good, so good!" I chanted, tears almost brimming the corners of my eyes as Harry buried his face into me, not holding back as his tongue plunged into me, curling his fingers inside of me while Spencer panicked.

In and out, in and out, both Harry's rough fingers and teasing tongue repeated the the torturous motions as I felt him groan against me, the vibrations adding on to the building euphoria that was about to erupt inside me at any moment as I threw my head back.

"Harry! Harry!" I cried out, a layer of sweat shining over my skin as I felt his lips turn up into a pleased smirk against me, the cool metal of his piercing against my most sensitive area adding to the burn while Spencer looked around.

"You want me to get Harry!? I'll get Harry!" He spazzed in alarm, running out of the room, not knowing the assassin he was looking for was beneath my sheets in between my legs, giving my core the French kiss he had promised as he continued to taste me.

I heard Harry roughly speak, my heart racing when I realized he was talking dirty to me between my parted thighs.

In Italian.

"Fanculo. Devo allungare fuori di più neonata. Dai, mostrarmi quanto ti piace questo." (Fuck. I have to stretch you out more babygirl. Come on, show me how much you like this) He said in a husky voice, and just like that I fell apart underneath his wonderous mouth.

He made sure to pin my hips down even as they bucked against his lips, drinking in all that I had as I came, my back arching off the mattress and my eyes screwed shut as I orgasmed uncontrollably.

Even as I was in my post orgasmic bliss, eyes half closed and mouth slightly parted Harry continued to lick me absolutely clean, my body overly sensitive as a whimper escaped my lips.

"Harry," I panted, feeling exhausted before Spencer rushed back in.

"I couldn't find him, he isn't in his room, do you know where he-" He began, stopping when Harry finally rose from beneath my parted legs, the white sheet falling off him revealing his brown tufts of hair and toned, tattooed, back before he looked over his shoulder at a shocked Spencer with a sly smirk.

"Ciao." Harry greeted in a hoarse voice, wiping the remnants of my excitement over his pierced lips before sucking it back into his mouth as he turned to me, completely compliant and limp underneath him.

"Malu è un po ', occupato al momento." (Malu is a bit, occupied at the moment) Harry informed, bringing the blanket over me and laying besides me, placing his hand over my head and letting me rest over his bare, broad shoulder while my eyelids began to feel heavy.

"Should've known you two were fucking." Spencer scoffed in disappointment, giving us one last look of disgust before he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Harry placed a kiss over my forehead as my breathing finally returned to its steady pace, feeling Harry trace his fingers over my bare thighs, bringing my thong back up under the sheets before he lowered his head to my ear.

"That will not be the last time I will have you like that bambina." He promised, his lips trailing down to leave one last kiss to my exposed shoulder, my shirt slipping again as I tried to force my eyes open.

"Spencer- my job, should I-" I began, struggling to form a coherent sentence as Harry silenced me with his lips, capturing me in a passionate kiss that made my eyes fully close as I brought my hand up into his hair while he pulled me closer to his side.

"I will take care of it neonata," He reassured, pulling away in a breathless tone, tracing my jaw in a tender manner as I smiled softly and nodded.

"Do you want me to do something for you, you didn't get any relief." I asked, wanting to be fair and thinking about him as I peered up at him with wide brown eyes, my offer catching him off guard slightly before he composed himself, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips, grazing my knuckles against his piercing.

"No need bambina. Your pleasure is mine."

AN: There, ya'll wanted smut I give you smut.

This cover fits so well with this chapter, bedroom hair with tattooes and all gah! Thank you @oh_no_louist91