It wasn't until the next early morning as I was coming back from a morning dip in the downstairs pool that I realized I'd forgotten something important yesterday; The damn book.

"Shoot," I muttered and turned on my heel to walk back down the stairs I had been climbing to get to my room, and instead ventured downstairs again to his office. Maybe it was too early in the morning for him to be up. I never saw him in the morning, he always just appeared around the house whenever he liked. Which I guessed was fair, since it was his home, after all.

Walking up to his office in my bikini and wet flip-flops, I knocked my usual three times and waited for his call. When a few seconds passed and I heard none, I tried knocking again. Still no reply.

So maybe he was still sleeping. It was only 6.15am, but I had heeded to his words yesterday about getting back to the grind. Maybe I could just quickly slip in and grab it before he woke up... I'm sure he wouldn't mind.

Twisting the doorknob, I peaked my head inside and saw that the office was empty and eerily silent. The large windows carried warm streaks of the sun across the room and bathed his study in an ambient glow. The dust particles danced in the sunlight.

Smiling, I quickly walked in and headed towards the bookshelf. Third shelf, he had said, right?

Looking at the titles, I found the book after a quick moment, and as he had said, I really couldn't have missed it. It was a thick boy with lots of bent corners. He must've read it more than once or twice.

Perching it off the shelf, I tucked it under my arm and made ready to leave, but that same second, his blackboard caught my eye; All of his doodles and scribbles and personal works, all right there, waiting for him to continue it.

My feet slowly changed direction and I couldn't help but feel a curious pull in my stomach.

He was so private, they said. He never shared his methods, never let anyone watch him work. He was a silent genius who didn't reveal his tips and tricks, and right in this moment, I was standing in front of his whole life's work. Even me who hated math could find some excitement in that.

I carefully went up to his desk and made sure not to touch anything, but I couldn't help but glance into his notes. It was only fair, wasn't it? He had glanced into mine as well.

His penmanship was messy and slightly slanted, but still readable, but I still couldn't understand a single thing he had written. His math was beyond my knowledge, but it was impressive to see it written as if it were poems.

There was something... ever so beautiful about looking straight into his passion. He really lived for this, didn't he?

"Find anything interesting?"

I yelped in shock and spun around when the voice came behind me. And yes indeed, I did find something interesting.

Coming out of a door I hadn't spotted, maybe because it was partially hidden behind a protruding bookshelf, Harry walked out, but he looked different than usual. His hair was wet and slicked back, and he was dragging on a white button shirt. My eyes instantly fell to his torso and gazed upon the sight that was his chest. Defined, and just very lightly dusted with a bit of chest hair, it was enough to have my pussy waking up from its holiday slumber.

I know, girl. It's been a while, I sympathized when I felt that faint throb.

Watching him button up his shirt and hide away his chiseled chest, I lifted my eyes and took a deep breath. "Sorry. I just came in to get the book. I seemed to have forgotten it yesterday."

He smiled tightly and fixed his collar. "So you did."

I pursed my lips, but only to hide the fact that I was surprisingly turned on by watching him get dressed. Usually it was the other way around that got me horny. But Harry made looking clean and pressed undoubtedly sexy.

"You know, I wouldn't mind getting some help," I said and gestured towards the book in my hand as he finished fixing his shirt and started walking towards his desk instead. He picked up a tie hanging across the back of his chair and slung it around his neck. God, was he trying to make me come?

He begun tying the knot around his throat, the knot I instantly wished he would've tied around my wrists instead, and pulled the tie to its correct position. "I don't tutor, Ms Berry. Sorry."

"But you were going to tutor me when I was here for your sperm?" I commented, watching him now stuff his shirt into his black pants. Man, even his belt made me horny. I think I needed to spend some quality time alone later. Or did I...?

"I knew who you were before you got here," He said and took a seat in his chair. "I had no intentions of tutoring you then, just as I have none now."

"Right, I forgot," I said and chuckled dryly. "You're just keeping me here so I can continue to lie to your brother."

"Exactly."

"But why lie though?"

"As I've told you, I don't expect you to—"

"No, why lie though?" I said and slowly leaned in towards him. He paused in his seat when I moved my mouth down to his ear. "I won't tell anyone if you won't."

He slowly lifted his gaze and gave me a flat look. "I thought I'd made my intentions with you clear, Cassandra."

Why did he say my name so sexily? His stern voice made it sound even better. "I'm not talking about babies here, I'm talking about sex. I've been on the pill ever since you debunked by act," I said and leaned back. "But we all have needs. I'm assuming you do, too."

He watched me with a measured interest, but then leaned back and looked at me. "I think you've forgotten what I told you the day you got here."

"You're not interested in sex with me."

"Correct."

"Why not?" I asked, just as I watched him get up from his chair and pick up his chalk. "You don't find me attractive?"

Not to toot my own horn here, but if that was the case, I would find that hard to believe. I had a great rack, if I did say so myself, and even if he was a smart man, he was still a man; he couldn't be amiss of a great pair of tits.

"Would it surprise you to discover that not all men fall for the appearance?" He slowly replied. When I raised a brow, he cast me a glance. "I can appreciate beauty when I see it, but I don't get attracted to it. I prefer to explore the mind."

Okay, I had to admit, that one surprised me, even from him. I was used to guys who stared first at my tits before looking up at my eyes.

"Alright, so don't be attracted," I said, moving a bit closer. "Appreciating my body won't get you any complaints either. You can appreciate it up close if you'd like," I offered with a coy smirk.

He chuckled quietly at my sass, but then turned his eyes away and started writing on his board when I sat down on his desk. "I appreciate your persistent, and your confidence, Ms Berry, but I do think you're barking up the wrong tree."

"Is that so?" Well, there was a very easy way to test if that was true.

Slowly and calmly, I begun to untie the top piece of my bikini. Taking off the small material, I dropped it to the floor and saw him briefly stop writing whatever he was writing on his board and look down. He eyed out the bikini top lying on his floor, but then turned back to his equation again. "Trying the subtle approach, I see."

"Well you are paying for it, I'm just showing you what you're missing out on." I reminded him. I leaned back on my palms on his desk and waited for him to spare me a glance. Except he didn't. He kept writing away on his board, completely indifferent.

– You would think it was the key to eternal porn he was solving since it was that interesting.

"I don't see anything in particular I'm missing out on." He then replied, and his words probably would've hurt if it hadn't been for the fact that he hadn't even looked at me. Yet.

I chuckled when he finally turned around to go through some papers on his desk, his eyes still avoiding my body. Avoiding it too much. It now became clear what he was doing. And that was why I stood up and stepped right up to him, grabbed his chin and made him look at me. "Maybe you just need to look closer then."

His eyes finally met mine. He glared flatly at my face and nothing more, but I noticed the taut clench of his jawline. "Satisfied?"

"Not quite."

Before he could object, I pushed him backwards into his chair, and he let himself fall into it. He wasn't even putting up a fight. I smirked as I then slowly sat down astride his lap, placing one leg on either side of his thighs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my chest to his. I think I heard him grind his molars so hard, they chafed.

"Sooo, I don't mean be to be rude or forthcoming here, but..."

"Oh, really?"

"But are you gay or something?"

He narrowed his eyes a little, but didn't take them off mine. "Is it that hard for you to believe a man isn't attracted to you?"

"Yes," I replied, honestly. Call me conceited, but I just simply didn't believe in a man who didn't find the almost naked female body attracted when pressed right against one. I was pretty sure it was basic biology.

"I have to get back to work," He then finally said, still keeping his eyes on mine. "Get off my lap."

I kept looking into his eyes, looking for a crack in his façade, but he was keeping it up like a champ. I guess he had mastered the art of looking put together.

"One last question," I said, twining my fingers through the bottom wisps of his damp hair. God, those wore thick and nourished. "Don't you ever just give in to your impulses?"

A desperate part of me really wanted to see this man come undone. He was so... mannered, and I wanted to see what would happen if he tossed them all away.

"No," He replied.

"How come?"

"Because, unlike some others, I can control my impulses."

"Really? Is that something you like? Control?" I hummed and leaned in to his lips until we were inches apart. "You can control me all you want, Mr Devon."

He narrowed his eyes again, but he still didn't crack. "You really don't give up, do you?"

"Not when I know you're lying to me," I said and leaned in even closer. I rubbed my lower body against his crotch—my lower body which was barely covered by my bikini bottom. The flimsy material between my thighs did nothing to hinder the friction his pants provided.

His lips flattened, but I noticed the warning that went through his eyes. His pupils darkened and his face grew even harder.

"I don't get aroused by your tricks, Cassandra. And I believe I've humored you enough now."

He was calling this game to an end, but I had just one last card I wanted to play.

"Is that so?" I looked into his eyes and saw his amber eyes glare back, but then, I slowly leaned towards his ear instead.

Just as my teeth caught the lobe of his ear, my hand ventured down between our intertwined bodies and down to the crevice between us.

– And there, I clenched my palm firmly around the enormous erection that had been pressing against my thigh for the past five minutes.

"Bullshit," I whispered lowly in his ear before sucking on his earlobe.

Pulling back, I then got up from his lap, after giving his erection one last clench, and grabbed my book off of his desk. I smirked slowly when he remained impassive and glared at me with a hard look.

"Fine," I then said, walking towards his door and pausing in it. "I guess if you're not interested, I'll just have to take care of it myself."

And with that, I left him silently in his office, glaring after me while I walked away with a satisfied smirk.

And take care of it myself I surely would, because the imprint of his impossibly large cock still remained on the inside of my palm, and I doubted that the memory of it was going away any time soon.

Because Harry Devon was packing more than just one big brain.

~~~

It was past midnight and I couldn't sleep. And there was a perfectly reasonably fucking reason why.

After the tête-à-tête in Harry office, it was safe to say my plan to get him to crack had backfired severely.

All afternoon, since the moment I left his study, I hadn't been able to forget the feel of his thick manhood pressing against my hand. The subtle, yet hard bulge I had felt, warm with promise of a man who definitely had what it took to satisfy a woman, had been itching inside the palm of my hand.

But he wasn't willing to share it with the class, it seemed.

I understood. He was a reserved man, and he preferred a stimulating conversation over stimulating my clit with his cock. That was fair enough.

But from the way he had sat there and looked at me with that warning look in his eyes when I broke the unspoken rules, that told me his inner zealous behavior wasn't all as controlled as he made it up to be.

And yet he still hadn't cracked.

Sighing frustratedly, I laid in bed now and eyed out the clock on the bedside table that told me it was 12.34pm. I had spent most of the evening pleasuring myself to the thought of his dark eyes and the hard bulge I had felt. I had imagined what it would've been like if he had let me slide to my knees before him in his study... crawled between his thighs and slowly unzipped his trousers... would he be circumcised? Large? Veined?

The fantasies hadn't stopped, and had only provided me with two very wet orgasms that had left me feeling empty afterwards.

It was no use. Only the real deal would cut it, but I feared I would never see the light of that. Short of actually slipping my hands into his pants and stroking his cock, I think I had gone as far as I could without crossing the line of sexual harassment. Okay, maybe I had crossed it a little bit.

But, in my defense, he hadn't really tried much to stop me, had he?

I had always been aggressive with my approach, but I had also always known when enough was enough – when to call it quits and give up. I wasn't a hunter, and Harry wasn't my prey.

I was just a really horny woman in need of a release.

"Screw this," I whispered to the dark. I wasn't falling asleep any time soon and I needed to cool down.

Slipping out of bed and slipping on my silk night robe, I tried my hair up in a messy bun and then ventured silently out of my room.

The whole house was asleep, and the entire decor looked different in the pitch darkness. The paintings looked alive, and the shadows that the faint moonlight cast gave everything a haunted manor effect. But it also lit the excitement in my stomach as I smirked to myself and tip-toed on.

I carefully found the stairs and ascended down as quietly as I could without slipping on the smooth marbled stair-casing. I went past the large entrée and then down the hall to the adjacent staircase that would take me all the way down to where I wanted to be.

Opening the door to the indoor swimming pool, I clicked on the pool lights and smiled when I found the large pool waiting for me. The blue water reminded me of a tropical beach, and without any further incentive, I walked straight towards it.

If this didn't calm a bitch down, honestly, what did?

Slipping off my robe, I stepped into the water and gasped lightly at the coldness. Even with a heated pool, I still needed a moment to adjust to the temperature before going all the way in. I walked down the broad steps under the water until I could no longer reach the ground.

Taking the first stroke, I swam towards the other end, keeping my head above water. I felt the nice, cool chill of the water against my naked body surround me and cool me down, exactly as I had hoped.

I swam around in circles for some time before letting myself float onto my back and close my eyes as the ceiling above was all that stopped me from floating up to the skies. If only one could be that relaxed. I then laid silently and used my newfound peace to calm down my body.

It couldn't have been more than ten minutes of floating and swimming around in the pool before my head snapped up at the sudden sound of a noise.

I turned around in the pool, just in time to catch—to my complete and utter surprise—Harry walking into the basement pool area. He opened the glass doors and then came in calmly, pocketing his hands in his trousers with a stern face.

Oh, my pussy so wasn't prepared for this.

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A looooot of horny people are going to be disappointed in the next chapter, haha.