Authors Note:Hey everyone!! Here is the Chapter. (I managed to get it finished right before I left for my mini getaway). I really hope you like it. Feel free to give me feedback and what not. I always love hearing what you guys have to say, and what you think will happen next. :) Xx

Warning: Smut Warning!! (Mother would wash my mouth out with soap and chain me to the house if she was to ever see this).

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Harry:

I pull my eyes burning with hatred away from Charles Taylor and glance towards Niall, his own nystagmic eyes that miss nothing turning to me. His brows bump together in a scowl, his lips purse before he sighs.

"I need to go, if I stay any longer I will end up in jail," I mutter, my eyes set on getting myself back to my Hotel without causing any sort of altercation.

I take a deep breath and Niall nods, "Let's go." Niall launches away from the bar, gesturing me to walk with him.

Niall and I move out of the room with all the business associates, leaving behind an opportunity as the doors shut behind us. I sigh and subtly shake my head, agitated and disappointed that I just had to make a decision to leave because of some prick that I can't control myself around. I enter the marbled lobby that is flamed splendidly in a warm manner, nobody else accompanying the area to my surprise. I set my eyes on the tall glass doors with a gold trim, eager to step out and get myself to the Hotel so I can call Elise.

It is his voice that causes me to freeze in my tracks, my entire body going numb for a split second as my name is shifted from his repugnant margins. I jerk my body around in a sharp motion, his figure standing before me, my jaw clenching at his presence.

"What the fuck do you want?" I spit, unable to hold my harsh words from coming out. I have a lot more I would like to say, to even do, but I can't, I can't fuck him up while on a business trip.

He has nerve speaking my name— he has courage just being around me. He unquestionably has not learned his lesson to stay away from me. I thought I made it clear that one night, apparently he was misguided.

"How's Elise?" He challenges as if he has a death wish upon himself.

My blood boils at her name leaving his mouth, his ruthless, revolting mouth that deserves nothing but to feel my fist hammering against it, repeatedly.

My teeth sink into my cheek as I take a profound breath, well aware that if I make a scene not only will it ruin my reputation as a businessman in this setting, but as a boyfriend. Elise will not be so generous with me the second time round if I come home after beating the shit out of someone. There is no doubt in my mind that it will just add to her stress, I don't think she needs more of my damn troubles to become perched upon her.

"You know what, lad? She is doing great; I think the real question that needs to be asked is why you are here? And why you double crossed Logan and are now the owner of the building in Manhattan?" Niall steps in for me, not giving me a chance to spit back uncivil words that would be nothing but a string of vulgar expressions.

I don't know what happened with Charles Taylor, or how we even managed to get in the predicaments we have with him. I don't know where he came from or what his association is with me or Logan, all I do know is, Charles is trouble, trouble that I do not want to be associated with my business or my personal relationships.

Charles stares at the two of us with a smirk decorated across his mouth, "Me? Double cross Logan? Ha! He tried to double cross me; I just managed to get the upper hand. I'd make sure he watches his back." Charles shrugs his shoulders without much effort, he doesn't seem as if he cares or is in any fear at the moment. His posture is straight and firm, he is acting inferior, superior, in fact.

I roll my eyes, my fist clinching to my sides, "What the fuck do you want with the building?" I mutter, wanting answers on just what Charles has planned.

If it wasn't for Logan, I would have the building and it wouldn't be Charles in charge of it. Fucking, Logan.

With a tall erect posture, Charles raises a brow in an amused way, thoroughly entertained by my interest and misunderstanding of things."It is a nice asset. You know a lot about assets and that building. Don't you, Mr.Styles?" Charles sneers with a smile dangled on the corner of his lips.

"You're testing my fucking limits."

"Hmm, that pretty girl of yours has some nice assets, really nice assets... A shame if anything happened to them," He rocks back and forth on his heels, cocky and gleeful as he taunts me.

Fuck my morals and the business.

My hands grasp his shirt and I manhandle him, thrusting him against the firm wall, a heavy huff escaping his lips as his back hits the wall with force. My anger overpowering me far more than I had expected.

I thought I could stay calm, oops.

I stare at him with dark stormed eyes that burn in his soul, but he seems unphased, he is testing me. "I bet hearing Elise's name fall from my lips really pisses you off," Charles grins, not seeming to be in fear of me in the slightest bit,

Crimson with fury my clenched fist makes contact with his mouth, hitting it firmly and vigorously as Elise's name descends from them. Her name slipping from such repugnant lips sends my nerves into a furious state. He has no business pronouncing her name, he has no busy even fucking thinking about her, none.

"Harry, Harry, mate he isn't worth it." Niall attempts to intervein but I ignore him, my hand again making contact with Charles, something it has been desiring to do since the moment he opened his fucking mouth. He should think twice before purposely pissing me the fuck off. He has no need to be here or to be talking to me. I don't give a damn about him, he can rot in hell for all I care.

"That's enough, Elise doesn't need you in jail." Niall manages to make me release my hand from its grip on Charles shirt, my body stepping away from Charles as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

I flick my hand to the side, just now noticing the pain stinging through my knuckles from making contact with Charles.

"Don't say her fucking name, don't think of her, don't even fucking breathe around her. Got it?" I mutter, "Or so fucking help me, I will put you six feet under and have no damn regrets. Stay the hell away." I spit, not having any desire to be nice and collected with him.

Charles doesn't say a word, he just stares at me with a slight bit of blood trickling from his lip. I take a breath and take another step back before I turn on my heel, my eyes finally looking around to see a few people have managed to catch a glimpse,

"They should take a picture, it'll fucking last longer," I mutter to Niall as I adjust my suit jacket and pull harshly to my front, clearing my throat as I step closer towards the doors, ignoring everyone around that may have some sort of comment to publicise in what just happened.

I step into my hotel room and let out a heavy sigh, my phone pressed to my ear as I wait for Elise to answer her phone.

When all goes to hell, I just want to hear her voice and talk to her. I never really thought I would be the man that calls his girlfriend after a lengthy, terrible day, just to hear the sound of her soft-sounding voice. But, here I am, waiting for her to pick up so I can relax for five minutes.

"Hey Harry, how are you? How did it all go?" Elise instantly challenges as I slide my jacket down my arms and throw my hotel card to the table.

"Mmm, it was terrible, Niall and I were shot down with our proposal. We are going to try again because we don't have a plan B. I don't know what we are going to fucking do, I hate failing." I huff, sitting on the edge of my bed, my hand running itself through my messy hair— wishing Elise was here with me. "But, I do have good news," I mutter, my fingers tugging at my slight curls as I hear some shuffling on the other end of the phone.

"I am sorry, Harry. You will figure it out. What's the news darling?" Elise questions and I smile to myself, managing to hear the echo of her heels hitting the flooring of the house.

For most, hearing the tone of heels on a marble floor would become bothersome, but for me, I love it. I guess it is strange, but I love overhearing her wandering across flooring, it is soothing to me. Maybe it is because in the dead silence of the house, catching her footsteps echoing gives me a sense of clarity, it means she is still here.

When I am home, on rare occasions, and she is working late with Logan, I toss and turn in the bed worrying about where she is and how she is doing, but the minute I hear the front door open and the sound of heels echoing against the flooring, I feel at ease.

"You should be proud, I didn't end up in jail," I inform Elise with a small chuckle, somewhat amused with myself. The ending of tonight could have been so much worse.

"Harry," She draws out my name, "What do you mean?" I hear her sigh on the end of the phone, her heels no longer echoing.

"Charles Taylor showed up tonight, really felt like knocking the fuck out of him, but, I was reminded that my darling wife would be very upset if I was to end up in jail."

"Mhmm, whoever reminded you is smart... What did you do? Are you okay?"

"Ehh, I kinda... may have... punched him out a few times... but he is still breathing, he is still standing, he is fine.... anyway, how are you? How are you feeling?" I mumble my first part of my sentence,

Elise sighs on the other end of the phone, not seeming too delighted by my small disagreement.

He deserved it, he is lucky to still be alive... I want his head served to me on a silver fucking platter, but that is illegal, so I have to settle with not putting him six feet into the fuckin ground... Elise should be proud of that,

"I am great.. Thank you for asking. You need to get some sleep and calm down so I will let you go, please try not to get yourself in trouble in the mean time. I don't want to have to kiss you from behind bars."

"Oh, ha ha, you are funny, ye' should be a comedian, really." I chuckle, "Alright darling, I love you. I will talk to you at some point tomorrow."

"I love you, I miss you, Harry."

"I know, I miss you too," I respond back with a smile on my face, my heart fluttering and feeling warm when I hear that she misses me.

We aren't that overly possessive, irritating couple that can't be away from each other without breaking down, no, that isn't us. But, when I am away on business trips there is a part of us that becomes a little softer and vulnerable.

I am not genuinely used to waking up on my own; I am usually blessed to have Elise fast asleep beside me by the time I am needing to get up, to say the least, my bed feels empty and cold without her. My arms were cold and bare as the sheets enveloped them last night.

I heavily huff, pushing the covers off my body and sitting up, my hands running through my hair as I come to terms with the fact that Niall and I have one last shot at this business deal.

I rush myself around the hotel room, losing track of time as I ponder over what the fuck I am going to do. Their whole account is perfect for me to have, it would be one of the most successful accounts I have to date. The Consolidated Underlying Holdings the account holds such value.

I hurry out my door and close it behind me, digging around in my pocket for my phone as it rings. I hope it isn't my possible client cancelling.

*** ***

"Hey, Elle," I answer my call as I close my hotel room door, trying to balance all my things,

"Hey, how are you?" her voice is soft and soothing as I walk towards the elevator,

"I am exhausted but good. I have my meeting; I am waiting on Niall. How are you?."

"I am good, do you have time to talk?." ... Elise questions with her soft voice, something telling me that this conversation is not going to be a sweet, loving conversation.

"I have a few seconds."

"What we discussed the other night, you could be right... I don't know if it is just stress." Elise quietly informs me, a sniffle managing to trail its way through the line as I grow silent, my eyes widening just as the elevator doors open and I am forced to step out. "Harry?" Elise's voice breaks, my own words becoming hitched in my chest, "Are you there?"

"Yeah, yeah, I am here, Elle," I mumble, my head unable to fully wrap around the idea of her possibly being pregnant. When I mentioned it the other night, I was a bit unsure on whether I actually believed whether she was or not; I thought I should just pitch her the thought, just in case. Now, now that it is something coming from her lips, I feel as thought my breath has been drawn away from me and that the walls are closing in on me. "Uh.. uhm, okay.." I stutter, trying to focus as I walk the lobby of the hotel, "I-uh- are you okay? You said you were feeling better." I manage to question, not knowing what the fuck I am meant to say.

"You sound as though you're breathless, are you okay?" Elise challenges,

"Yeah, had to take the stairs," I lie, "Don't worry about me, okay. When I get back I will take you to wherever you need to go so we can find out." I pull myself together, knowing that she is probably just as scared and worried as I am, and I am not even the one that has to carry the baby. "Hey, darling, I hate to have to do this, but I have to go... I have my meeting, uhm... we will sort it out, I love you, Elise."

"Okay, good luck, I love you too."

*** ***

I hang up the phone and shove it into my pocket, taking a deep breath as Niall reaches me and takes the file from my hand, his eyes scanning over the figures, my own managing to cast themselves on a small girl that is standing unobtrusively by her mother, a blanket in her hand that drapes to the floor.

The little girl, who seems no older than three presses her hand to her mother's leg, wanting the attention. Her mother glances down, the little girl instantly holding her arms up wanting to be in her mother's arms. She presses her cheek to her mother's shoulder, her eyes beaming over at me as I stare in wonderment.

That could be Elise, holding our little girl or boy as they become drowsy, in need of a small morning nap to get them through the day. That could be me bouncing our child on my hip in the lobby of my building, giving Elise the morning off of the crying squeals of an infant, the gurgling mumbles filling my lobby with nothing but joy and happiness.

"Harry, did ye' hear me?" Niall distracts me, snapping me out of my gaze and thoughts of a baby.

I look at him, clueless to what he said.

Walking from the Hotel to the conference building, all my eyes manage to see is babies, babies everywhere. Their wide eyes peering at me in an adoring way, they little legs and arms wiggling everywhere, they button noses, and their tiny bodies seem to catch my attention.

That could be me, walking down the street and carrying my bundle of joy in my arms while bundled up in fluffy blankets and adorable onesie clothes. I can only imagine how tiny the clothes would have to be when the baby is first born—so little and dainty.

Elise:

The minute I stroll through the door I feel a sigh of relief escape me. I take notice of the dim light in the living room radiating into the hallway and I smile to myself, quite pleased to finally have Harry home. I gingerly make my way into the living room, discovering him on the couch, asleep. I step out of my heels and shrug my coat off my shoulders, sliding it down my arms before I throw it to drape over the coffee table. I move closer to the couch, my eyes glancing down at Harry, his arms crossed over his chest, his head tilted to the side as his hair messily falls flat around his face— poor thing must be exhausted. I am so glad he is finally home. He was due home hours ago, but his flight was delayed so I didn't get to meet him at the airport like planned.

I gingerly lower myself onto the couch, his body instantly stirring,

"Hey, love," he mumbles, his arms immediately moving so I can relax on his chest, his voice deep and husky like.

"Hi," I nestle into him, his luscious scent becoming inhaled as his arm wraps around me, "I know what I want for my birthday," I whisper, feeling content for the first time since he has been gone.

"Mhm, what's that my darling?" He drowsily questions while I cuddle into him, his warmth radiating me,

"A puppy," I respond, feeling his chest rise as he chuckles,

"No," .. "I like how the first thing you say to me is that you want a puppy, not that you love me or missed me." His voice is raspy and full of exhaustion as his draws out his words in an extra slow tone.

"I missed you," I murmur into his broad chest, his hand benevolently flowing through my hair, "quite a lot." I carefully lift my head off of his chest, grinning down at him before I caress my lips to his, feeling every curve of his mouth for a moment.

"I missed you too, Elle." He whispers against my soft lips,

"You never told me if you got the clients," I whisper, curious as to whether he managed to win over the potential clients. Harry heavily sighs, his chest rising and falling, the quietness giving me my answer.

I nestle back down to rest on him, "it is okay, there will be other clients. I still love you, darling," I assure him, his fingers still running through my hair soothingly,

"Mhm, I love you," Harry hums, "We should go to bed," he whispers, stopping me from falling asleep on him.

I hear Harry's voice echoing from somewhere down the hallway as I leave my body tangled within the comfort of our freshly washed sheets.

"Elise, where the hell is my phone?" He steps into the room and immediately stops in his tracks, "I'm sorry, baby, I didn't know you were resting." He lowers his voice, his eyes spontaneously glancing around the bedroom.

I give him a small smile and a nod, tugging at the comforter lightly to wrap it tighter around me. "I'll be out of here in a second, it has to be in here." He laments, doing his best to rummage through the bedroom in an unobtrusive manner— failing completely as he opens the drawers to his side table.

"You're very quiet, Harry." I chuckle in a joking style, concentrating as he smirks and promptly glances over towards me, "like I couldn't have been quieter myself." I tease, amused by his attempt to search silently for his phone.

"Alright, that's enough from you. I have no idea where I left it. I haven't had it since this morning." He closes the drawer and glances back towards me before glimpsing towards the watch on his wrist. "It's an odd time for you to be in bed, are you alright?"

"I could ask you the same question." I grin, unsure of why he is home at this time. He just got in last night and I assumed he would be buried in his office until an ungodly hour.

"How so?" He tilts his head to the side,

"You're not at work. You should be slaving away in your office." I respond with a small smile.

He rolls his eyes playfully at me, his lips pursed into a firm line.

"Do you not agree?" I challenge, raising a brow with a small smirk across my lips.

Harry shakes his head, "You act as if I never come home." He sighs, pressing his hands to his hips,

"Well, it is on rare occasions I see you before seven." I softly respond,

"I'm a busy man." He nods, "why are you cooped up in bed?"

I give him a small shrug, "Just tired and cold,"

"Mhm. Jackass tiring you out with his ridiculous excuse for a business?"

"Harry." I sigh, "don't start." I warn, not in the mood to deal with the whole 'Meyer Styles' disagreement.

Harry gives me a grin, his eyes shining as he looks over at me, straightening his posture after closing another drawer, "Baby, want me to lie with you?" Harry offers sweetly, his proposal causing me to grin.

My brows knit in a frown,"Don't you have to work?" I challenge,

With a cocky wink and confident smile, he reassures me, "Yeah, but I don't feel like going back to the office. I'm going to shower." He crawls on the bed, leaning down and kissing me sweetly.

He draws away, his scintillating eyes dip to my décolletage.

"If that is your way of asking me to join, I am not getting up."

He chuckles and shakes his head, "No, just wanted to kiss you, my darlin'." He mumbles, crawling off the bed before wandering towards the bathroom, leaving me to leisurely fall asleep to the sound of the water flowing,

I hear a dismal huff escape from Harry as he closes the wardrobe doors, seeming somewhat irritated.

"What's wrong?" I drowsily request, my eyes admiring his shirtless body, appreciating every curve and arch of his abs. His hair is damp and fluffy resembling, falling around his face perfectly to my liking.

"I can't find my business hoodie." Harry sighs, referencing the black hoodie that represents Styles & Co.

I draw the comforter higher up my body, doing my best to hide the Styles & Co. logo sketched into me.

I give Harry an innocent grin, having no desire to take his hoodie off and hand it to him. It's smooth, comfortable, and most of all —it emanates like him.
I feel content when wearing his clothes every now and again.

"I seem to have a clothes thief." Harry clears his throat, his eyes narrowing down on me and I bat my eyes innocently at him.

I'm not stealing his clothes— I'm simply borrowing them for an unknown period of time, at some point I'll put the hoodie back on his side of the wardrobe, freshly clean and smelling like the laundry detergent, but until then I'm borrowing it.

"Baby, I ordered you your own business hood, why don't you wear it?" Harry graciously requests, beginning to pick his dirty clothes up off the floor, placing them in the dirty laundry basket.

"Yours is better." I shrug, my eyes once again trailing towards Harry's perfectly flawless frame.

"Elise, they're exactly the same." Harry chuckles, picking his phone up off the bed and glancing down at it.

I beg to differ, the hoodies are not the same. One is infused with Harry's scent, and one is infused with my own— I much prefer his lingering scent.

"They're different. I like yours." My hands pull at the comforter, my body getting cozy within the bed,

"Okay, sweetheart. I'll just stay shirtless." Harry smiles, causing me to smirk. I could never dispute a shirtless boyfriend— I mean fiancé; I like him with clothes off, there's no doubt about it. "Are you okay? You're very quiet." He changes the subject, "And you only wear my clothes when I am gone for too long, you're extremely cold, or when you're a little down. Do I need to kick someone's ass?"

He brings a smile to my face as I softly giggle at his comment.

I shake my head, "No, you don't need to kick anyone's ass." I respond and he nods, entering the bathroom.

Harry shuffles out of the bathroom, the pregnancy box I accidentally left in there, now in his hand, "Elle? Do you have something to tell me? Is this why you're curled up in bed? Do I need to sit down?" Harry softly questions, his face seeming a bit pale.
He stares at me, bringing into view the test.
The test that reads positive.

I shake my head, "negative, Harry." I respond, adjusting my position in the bed.

"Are you sure? Because this says positive, Elise." He comments, "Elle, I need to know if you're pregnant, it's okay. I'm not going to run or anything, I can handle it. I just... I want to know whether I'll be a Dad." He trails off, his eyes dropping to look at the positive test resolution in his hand. "I'm okay with being a Dad... this says positive and you're telling me you're not. I'm... I'm conflicted here, Elle. " He breathes out with a soft voice, his hand shaking as it holds the test.

I sit up in the bed, the comforter falling to my hips. I sigh with a small pout, "I'm not pregnant." I shake my head, watching his every expression.

"But—but this says you are." He refers again to the stick,

"It's a false positive."

"Are you sure? Maybe we should get a test that isn't from a convenient store box." He comments, his eyes staring at me with nothing but confusion and worry.

"Harry, I'm in bed because I just got my period. I'm not pregnant, Darling." I inform him, watching as he sighs and stares down at the test before he walks back to the bathroom.

I can only assume he's throwing the tests out.

He steps back in, his lips at first staying pursed into a fine line before he breaks the silence between us,

"Well, at least you're not pregnant." He shrugs, "That wasn't sympathetic of me, sorry." He mumbles, "want me to lie with you for a bit? Come on, let me under the covers." He benevolently stretches at the covers, sliding between them and moving closer to me.

"Harry, are you upset about this?" I softly challenge, unable to get the look of his face out of my imagination— the look he had when I told him I received my period. He seemed shocked, but for a split second when he was staring at the test, there was a crooked grin in the corner of his lips, his eyes for a moment glistening a bit brighter.

He doesn't respond, and the room stays quiet as I feel his chest rising and falling, his arms around me. "Harry?"

"We don't need a baby right now, things are too hectic and we aren't married yet." He responds, not giving an answer but more of a statement.

It is evident we do not need a baby, but the question I am wanting to ask is— does he want one?

"That isn't what I asked."

"I don't know, Elle... since you called me and told me there was a chance, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like for us to have a baby... I was walking the streets and I felt like everyone around me had a child and I just... I—I kept wondering about us having a baby." .... "I know a baby isn't ideal by any means and that we probably aren't ready right now, but the idea of a baby kinda scares the fuck out of me, but also makes me feel warm inside.... I think a baby is something I'd want once we are married." Harry informs me, keeping me nestled into him with his warmth. "What do you think?" Harry clears his throat.

When my eyes saw the positive sign, I went blank, my mind went utterly vague— I found myself crying on the bathroom floor.

"I just don't think a baby is something I can handle," I mumble, unsure of how I truly feel, my mind reminding me of yesterday when I took the test. "Maybe it is something to discuss when we are married and in a different place. Maybe when we both aren't working so much?" I respond, coming to a conclusion that the topic of a baby should be brought up once we are married and not so caught up in the world of business.

*** ***

I stand in Harry's office waiting for him to stand from his desk so we can leave for the business dinner that we must attend. I had other plans in mind for tonight, but he had to ruin them by informing me of a dinner.

"Can we maybe skip the dinner?" I offer while he's sliding his jacket up his arms, my fingers pressed to the file in my hand that I managed to sneak away from Logan.

I was rummaging around in Logan's office when his secretary was meant to be going through files. For some reason, he had her do my job, (I am not complaining because I still get paid), but it did make me curious.

I managed to coax her into going across the street to buy coffee, buying me at least fifteen minutes in Logan's office without anyone knowing. I searched the obvious places before I remembered all the times I saw Harry pulling things from the most random of places, such as, but not limited to— inside the plant that I forced him to have in his office for decoration, taped under the third shelf of his large bookcase he once pulled a file, and one time he had things hid in the lamp shade without anyone noticing. He can be crafty and sneaky, to say the least.

I found the file with Harry's name on it taped under Logan's desk, the place I managed to look, the last place I had left in mind after scouring the whole damn office in under fifteen minutes.

"Why?" Harry questions, unsure of why I would want to skip a free dinner,

"Kinda have other plans in mind," I whisper, biting down on my lip as he raises a brow, reading my eyes, understanding my intentions, my wants, my needs.

"Do you still have bruises?" He questions and I shrug, "let me see your back." He instructs, being sweet and protective.

I turn around and he discreetly lifts up my top, allowing it to fall back down over me, "Nope, you have bruises still." He shakes his head, grabbing his keys from his desk,

"Harry, come on." I whine, "do you not find me attractive anymore?"

"You're still as attractive as the day I first laid my eyes on you." Harry assures me, "can I have that file?" He smiles, his lips pursing into a straight line when I shake my head,

"Harry, you're depriving me— so I'm going to deprive you." I hide the folder behind my back, concentrating as he furrows his eyebrows before letting out a chuckle.

"Depriving you? Hm." He hums with a wide and cocky grin.

"Do you know how long it has been since I've actually orgasmed?" I quietly question, his eyes narrowing down on me.

His lips prime into a line, insulted and unamused by my comment, "Oi, you're making it sound like I'm horrible in bed." He comments, trying to reach around me to get the file but I step away,

"You haven't touched me since the night I got the fucking bruises. Three weeks; I promise I won't shatter to pieces." I inform him, "and before that, you went gently because you didn't want to have me quivering. So, that's almost two months." I continue, his arms crossing over his chest as he listens to me ramble on about out currently non-existent sex life.

He cocks his head and arches a sly brow,"You're sexually frustrated," he chuckles, "it's cute. Tell ya what. Give me that file, and after dinner, we can make love." Harry proposes, "do you think you can wait that long?" He winks, stepping closer and brushing his lips against my own,

"Maybe," I mumble, bringing the file to rest in front of us,

"Thank you, sweetheart." He takes the file from my hand with a slow and sexy smile painted across his mouth.

"He already knows my file is missing, don't you think he will catch on if this goes missing too?" I ask Harry, gesturing towards the file with all of Harry's details in it.

"You're going to put the file back when I'm done," Harry informs me, standing straighter and smoothing his tie before taking my hand with his and leading us out of his office, not allowing me to ask any more questions regarding the file...

*** ***

I sit at the dinner and sigh, unamused by all the conversations about business, my fingers drumming to my thigh as I try to pass the time in a quick manner.

To be quite honest, I don't care. I don't give a damn about any of it, right now all I care about is the handsome man sitting in front of me—the one who seems to have deprived me for far too long.

A cheeky notion pops into my mind and I smirk as I slip my foot out of my heel, subtly raising it under the table to glide up Harry's leg.

He flicks his eyes up towards me, eyes rolling skyward, his lips pursing into a fine line while I snicker to myself, everyone else far too busy worrying about a business conversation taking place.

I urge my foot past the curve of Harry's knee, sliding it over his thigh, amused as I watch his jaw clench and his eyes widen.
He clears his throat, gazing at me keenly— sexual frustration crinkled in his eyes.

I take him further by surprise when I push my foot to brush over his bulge, arousing it as I innocently stare at him, slamming his eyes shut for a brief moment. His arousal becoming an opiate I have no wish to kick. He gulps, his arousal compressing further against my foot before I delicately and subtly rub my foot against him, absorbing the feel of him—torturing him under the table.

I continue to allow my foot to explore the texture of his pants and the increasing bulge that touches the tip of my toes and gradually glides down the base of my foot with every move I make.
His erection bumping against the tender touch of my foot as I give him a naughty smile that has him imagining things other than business.

The bold caress of my foot becomes unbearable for Harry as I breach his every defence— my foot coaxing him to abandon his current position across from me."Niall, can we swap seats? I'd like to sit with Elise." Harry clears his throat, speaking to Niall who is sat right beside me, a beer in his hand.

Without any questions, Harry is taking the seat beside me, his arm draping around my chair, his lips pressing to my ear without hesitation.

"That wasn't very nice," he informs me and I shrug, having no remorse for the doings of my foot.

He teases his hand on my thigh, his thumb rubbing circles on my inner thigh and squeezing lightly as he engages in conversation. I take a look at the time and do my best to use it to my advantage. I rest my head on Harry's shoulder, a subtle hint that I want to leave.

To my bitter and sexually frustrated disappointment, he doesn't take the hint, not all.

I sigh heavily, moving my hand to rest on his bulge, no longer being subtle with my advancements.
He clears his throat, yet again before I feel a kiss to the top of my head.

"Patience, darlin'" he mumbles just for the two of us to hear, causing me to pout when I don't get my own way.

I have been patient long enough.

I give up and remove my hand from his desire, settling with continuing to rest my head on his shoulder, taking note of how another girlfriend is doing the same with her business boyfriend who seems to be far too interested in the conversation with Niall.

Harry stands to his feet and takes his jacket off, placing it over my lap like a blanket, before he kisses my cheek.

"Aren't you cute, keeping her warm... See, I told you he had a heart, Niall." Anastasia chuckles, playfully nudging Niall— something tells me that the two of them sitting together may inflict a relationship.

"Niall, you could learn a few tips. Maybe then Anastasia will say yes to a date." Harry winks, taking his seat back beside me, Niall instantly blushing and muttering under his breath, changing the subject.

Harry carefully shifts his hand under his jacket, his hand resting back on my thigh comfortably, his warm hand becoming even more pleasing. He squeezes my thigh and inches his hand higher, his fingers dancing over the zip of my jeans, my body stiffening at the sudden occurrence.

He can not be serious.

I take a breath as his lips kiss my cheek, "you okay?" I hear him mumble, a question he's asking for reassurance and the go-ahead to continue to leave his hand resting where it is.

I nod, a saucy grin inviting his touch. I take a breath as I feel his fingers discreetly push the zip of my jeans down, popping the button at ease.

I can't believe he's serious.
This is inappropriate— so inappropriate— but I don't want him to stop.

It's not like anyone can see.

"Can you stay quiet?" He whispers benevolently, his hand slipping into my pants, gliding over my lace lingerie, testing the waters with me.
I nod, the fire burning in my soul putting my morals to flame as I allow him to continue.

His fingers dance around the edges of my undergarments, teasing me to the maximum instead of getting straight to the point. Tampering with my sanity with each slow motioned glide outside the lace.

He gradually slides his hand over me, fucking with me over my underwear, showing me no remorse.

He takes his time— his voice steady as he seems involved in conversation while his hand fucks with my sanity. I clear my throat and do my best to pretend to listen to the conversations, completely failing with his tender touching coaxing me to abandon all thoughts but one.

He takes me by surprise when he finally gives in, pushing inside me, circling inside me at ease, igniting a further passion brewing inside my body.

It's been so long, too long.

I feel my breaths getting heavy as I stay withdrawn; my feet curling in my shoes as my hand grips the edge of my seat, a sigh escaping me instead of a groan.

I focus on keeping my lips pursed into a straight line, my head spinning with every circular motion he inflicts on me, butterflies rising inside me as I arch my back slightly in my chair.
Unchaining wild, delicious feelings rattling my cage as I do my best to breathe.

I pick up my drink and sip on the straw, needing something to keep my mouth occupied as he slides upwards, relentlessly moving, dipping, swirling and circling around, adding pressure and trying to find the one spot.

A familiar hot longing squeezes inside me, his motions already spinning my raging emotions into a chaotic mess.

I let out a breath as I arch my back again slightly, allowing him easier access as I breathe out, pressure thrusting inside me with every long and slow motion that closes me tighter around him. His fingers abruptly thrust and hit me in the perfect spot, causing me to choke on my drink—instead of groaning.

"Darlin' you alright?" He questions like a caring, soon to be husband, his fingers removing themselves from me carefully, as I catch my breath.

I nod, smiling at everyone around us as their eyes follow with concern as they stare at me.

I can't believe he fucking did that. Fucking tease.

I assure everyone I'm fine before the attention is no longer on me and on the topic of conversation that Harry and I have managed to disconnect ourselves from.

I clear my throat and move my hands to subtly button my jeans under Harry's jacket, before I carefully stand to my feet, excusing myself to the bathroom.

When I exit, I am surprised to see Harry leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest with a smug grin on his face— a cocky smile dangled on the corner of his lips.

"I fucking hate you." I murmur as I still feel the butterflies in my stomach, my legs feeling shaky from his small teasing at the table.

"Why?" He pushes off the wall and I step closer to him, my hand crushing against his chest. I lean up and whisper, "my jeans are fucking wet, no thanks to you." He chuckles, his hand settling to rest in the small of my back, putting on a small embrace of a show for anyone who may see.

"You started it... want to go back and finish dinner?" He proposes with a cheeky tone to his voice.

"I want to pin you against this wall and take every fill of you, but my morals and senses are coming back to me— so that is inappropriate," I whisper into his ear, "so, yes. Let's go back to dinner and hurry it the fuck up, please." I continue before I gingerly move to gaze at him, a cocky grin painted across his lips.

He offers me his hand and I shake my head, "I washed my hands," he mutters, lacing our fingers together as we walk back towards the table, Niall and Anastasia standing to their feet.

I raise a brow, watching as Niall grabs her coat and helps her slide it up her arms, "I wonder what they're doing?" Harry whispers into me,

"The same thing we are," I chuckle, "leaving," I continue, not giving him room to dispute my wants and my needs.

Harry politely smiles as Niall and Anastasia announce their goodbyes, filling the table with a few 'awes' to escape the others' lips. I gently nudge Harry, hinting for him to say our goodbyes as well. He gives me a teasing grin before listening, politely excusing us on both of our behalfs.

*** ***

The drive to his building felt longer than usual, we can blame the raging desire brewing between us for that.

To my surprise, it was him who mentioned spending the night at the penthouse because it was closer; I like his thinking, he is finally deciding on not depriving me and not making me wait any longer.

He opens the door of his Audi and offers his hand to help me out, a grin pressed across his luscious apple red lips— lips that I want to attack and taste every corner and edge of.

We step up the steps to the golden trim, glass doors' of his building. He presses they access keys and uses his card before the doors unlock and allow us in. The doors' close behind us, a chill spreading through me as the automatic lights flicking on, lighting up the exposed and abandoned Lobby.

"Harry, you should invest in a bloody heating system," I mumble, tightening my jacket around me, his arm snaking around my lower back,

"Oh, ha, ha. It is always cold down here when I get in," He responds as my heels echo against the flooring as we make our way towards the elevator.

His fingers press against my jacket, drawing small circles on the small of my back, keeping me intrigued and eager for what awaits when we get upstairs to the penthouse. I bite my lip, my eyes watching as the numbers decrease before the elevator light kindles and the doors slide open.

We step inside and I stand in the middle as Harry steps and swipes his card, pressing the floor to the penthouse. He turns to face me, his lips suddenly attacking mine as he considerately pushes me against the back wall, his hand gliding around my body to rest in the small of my back as our tongues dip and swirl, our bodies struggling to keep their distance with every luscious tasting action. I press my hands to his neck, beckoning him like a siren's song, his hands gingerly pressing in the small of my back, pushing our bodies closer, allowing his erection to cushion against me.

The doors open and he drags his mouth from mine with a heavy sigh, his eyes full of desire as he stares at me for a moment. He allows me to step out first, my heels sounding until I reach the carpeted hallway. I turn on my heel to wait on Harry. I go to continue walking but I am stopped when his hands rest on my waist, drawing me back into him, a deep primitive tug that signaled the casual walk to the penthouse was going to be far from casual. He spins me around, my hands hitting his chest as our bodies pressed together, a small chuckle escaping my lips before I find my mouth attached to his firm male lips that know what they are doing. His hands travel to cup my behind— heart-shaped ass begging a squeeze, "jump," he mumbles against me, hauling me up to wrap my legs around his torso, our lips reconnecting, my hands traveling all around as he walks us towards the door. The two of us focused on the sensation of our tongues dipping and swirling, the slow, passionate, kisses between us. A long, liquid kiss that rushed lust through my body, leaving me wanting more and more with each moment.

He keeps me hoisted up as his hand presses his card to unlock the door before he pushes the door open with ease, stepping inside and shutting it behind him with his foot.

He carefully places me down, my feet instantly sliding from my heels, my agile hands forcing his jacket down his arms and allowing it to collapse to the floor with ease. We step around his jacket, stumbling our way down the hallway, our mouths attached, our hands desperately trying to pry our clothes off. We stumble into the wall, my back hitting, "Sorry," he pulls away, looking at me with wide eyes. I shake my head, my smoldering eyes drawing him in as I slide upwards against him, a groan escaping his lips before he is prying my shirt off of my body, throwing it to the floor. He grins, his chest rising as he takes a deep breath, his eyes dipping to my chest, admiring the new lace cupped at my boobs. Without taking his eyes from me, he flicks open his buttons one by one, somewhat teasing me.

I breathe out and press my hands to his pants, unbuttoning them gradually, my hand accidentally managing to glide across him, earning myself a small groan at my touch.

We stumble again, forcing our wild, reckless and restless mood to shuffle closer to the bed. I launch him against the wall as we round the corner into our bedroom—my lips parting his to rain kisses over his silky skin— his scent rising to torment me, my head spinning as I bite down benevolently on his skin, his hands unbuttoning my jeans— the last piece of clothing to not have made it to the floor.

The enraged desire and anticipation rise with every rich, sensational kiss his lips allow.

I move my rained kisses to follow his torso, crossing over the beautiful landscape of plains, tight abs and soft skin, carefully pressing my knees to the flooring, his eyes peering down at me delighted with my excited anticipation. I circled his hard length with my hands, exploring the texture of his shaft. I press my hand at the base of him, enthralling my with his touch, my lips kissing the tip of him fascinated with the soft roundness of him— the head of his staff nudges at the feathery strokes of my tongue— his breaths unsteady while his hands are tangled within my hair. Pleasure licks at his lips as I go further, taking him between my lips, "Elle," His husky voice whispers a want and need. The familiar hot longing squeeze of my hand on at his base sends his eyes to close shut in ecstasy, his body holding back the groans as he continues to grow.

Shuddering with desire he lets out a groan, his hand moving from the strands of my hair, resting on my shoulder. "Fuck, you're good." He mutters as he squeezes my shoulder, my mouth slowly descending down his shaft one last time, the feather stroke of my tongue captivating him one last time.

He helps me back up to my feet, wasting no time with pushing me to the bed, hot and ready to get down to business, his hands tugging my black skinny leg jeans off of me, leaving them no remorse as he throws them to the floor.

He takes bold possession of my mouth, feeling every curve as his hand reaches down, the silken length of my thigh becoming graced by his hand, his fingers dancing delicately on the inner face of my thigh, my head already spinning as he inches higher, drawing down the lace underwear, enthralling me with his touch, sliding a finger in and beginning to dip and surge like he did in the restaurant. "Breathe, relax." He draws away from the kiss, mumbling against my lips, my fingers pressed into his silken curls, "Elle, relax," he again instructs, sliding another finger in, forcing a moan from my wet lips at his heart-stopping tenderness.

My toes curl into the sheets as I feel his every long motion, his name leaving my lips in small whimpers.

He knows how to work those damn fingers perfectly. Everything about him is damn potent, he is the kind of man that causes women to hyperventilate... and if he continues these head spinning motions, I might just hyperventilate.

I breathe heavily, my fingers already digging into his bare skin as I throw my head back against the pillows, his name moaning from my lips. He grins, his eyes staring into mine before he skims his tongue over my lips, causing me to whimper when he uses them to tease me. He thrusts and circles his fingers one last time, a loud moan leaving my trembling lips, my head literally spinning.

He grasps my knees and eases them apart, anticipation so keen as he crowns his thighs at my hips, his package, plumb and swollen bumps against me before he's at my entrance, sliding in slowly. Probing in a slow repetitive rhythm he takes my breath away, his mouth kissing mine, the chain of his necklace dangling over me, lightly pressing to my warm chest, "Relax, Elle." He groans, "Fuck, you're tight, relax sweetheart." He breathes, my body tightening around him as he thrusts and I raise my body to press into his, my hands gripping him, the long, gradual, ride of delight silencing the deep hunger inside me.

Our tongues dip and swirl in sweet motions, my fingers digging into his back, his strength throbbing inside me at a faster pace — transcending physical pleasure. He breaches my every defense, taking my breath away. Gravelly words uttered against his flesh with every rippling momentum. He kisses the slender column of my throat before he relentlessly moves my hips against his. Heat and power radiate between our warm bodies, bodies eager to feel every inch of each other, bodies filled with a hot longing desire. We both work together to create a fulfillment of passion and love. Unchaining wild, delicious feelings reach unbearable heights, both of us moaning into each other, my breath getting lost every few moments with his hard length throbbing inside me, my legs already beginning to quiver. "Breathe," his lips skim my trembling lips, as tremors rise in the wake of him breaching my every defense, the surge of his possession catching me in the right spot.

I arch my back to better accept him, tensing as he goes deeper, my chest rising rapidly, my head spinning climax coming at me in drugging waves. Buried in my sweet heat, my eyes narrow to half mast. A passionate tide overtakes the onslaught of raw physical desire as he releases and fills me; my head falls back with a heavy breath escaping my lips. He gives me one last long, liquid kiss that rushes lust through me before he falls to my side.

I stare up at the ceiling, my head spinning as my body slows down and begins to rest, my thighs quivering with heat.

"You deserve some credit," I cough, "That was the best damn orgasm of my life," I comment, his chuckle instantly filling the room,

"I am pleased," he laughs, "only took, what is it? five and a half years?"

"About damn time, huh?" I joke, closing my eyes as I take a few deep breaths, my head spinning. Harry pulls the sheet over the two of us, the warm sheet pressing over my sweaty body.

"I love you," I breathe out, shifting to face him, his head tilting to shine his gray eyes at me,

"I love you, too." He whispers, kissing my lips lightly...