I stayed, keeping afloat in the pool, but suddenly the water felt ten times hotter than it did just a second ago. Watching Harry slowly walk along the side of the pool and stop at the foot of the stairs, my legs clenched under the water. 

He was still in his work clothes from earlier and still looked every bit as hot. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his collar slightly undone, the only thing he had changed since the last time I saw him was his tie; he had loosened the knot slightly and freed the sight of his Adam's apple. The light from the pool illuminated his broad shape and cast a glow to his questioning brow as he looked upon my figure in the water.

My naked figure.

"Well, if it isn't my sugar not-so-much daddy," I finally chirped and smirked lightly when I saw him purse his lips at my little nickname for him. "Come to join, have you? Or have you perhaps reconsidered my offer from earlier?"

I almost didn't care which answer he gave. As long as it was either one of those options, I could work with it. God, to have him wet and naked within my very grasp would be torture to my already starved pussy... but sometimes I could be such a masochist.

"I heard a noise, so I thought I'd investigate," He said and watched me smirk even more as I silently floated onto my back. "I should've known only you would be responsible enough to swim alone at night."

"Sorry. I just couldn't resist," I said and let my head fall back. I had long ago loosened my hair from my hair tie and let it all be free. I saw my hair float in the water, framing my shoulders.

It was right then his eyes fell to my naked body as my breasts rose above the water. Suddenly he wasn't ashamed of looking at all—instead he actually took his time, as if he was in no rush to hide the fact that he was gazing at my naked, pert body. I felt hot all over because of that, and for some reason his nonchalant behavior aroused me even more.

"A reoccurring issue with you," He finally noted sarcastically, replying to my last remark. I grinned back.

"Not all of us have the ironclad willpower you seem to posses," I said and swam around in slow circles on my back. I watched him as he calmly walked around the pool with his hands tucked into his pants. He stopped once he was at my spot on dry land, looking down at me with a look I had to admit was almost parental, but nevertheless turned me on. Parental... authoritative... all that Freud shit.

"As I've encouraged you to do so before..." He slowly crouched down when I swam up to the side and laid my elbows on the edge. His eyes pierced mine, and those amber irises looked almost golden in the glow from the water. "Practice."

I subtly clenched my legs under the water. He made me want to practice alright, but not anything I'd find in my books upstairs.

"I could say the same about you," I replied, looking back up at him with a slightly challenging stare. "You say I lack discipline... I say you lack the lack of it."

His lips twitched as he watched me for a moment. Then, rising slowly to his feet again, I watched him turn and walk back towards the door, not sparing me a glance. "Close up when you're done."

"I don't care about the money, you know," I called out. He halted in the door. "Well, I won't say no to it, who would, but it's the scholarship I want. You're right I can't buy an education, so all your brother's money would mean nothing if I couldn't get the education I wanted. It could've bought me great tutors and teachers, but never a scholarship like that."

I watched as Harry slowly turned around again, a slight purse to his lips. "We started the scholarship to help underprivileged, smart minds get ahead in the academic world."

"I want to be one of them."

"Practice then, Ms Berry."

"Help me practice," I voiced.

Once again, he halted in his steps while opening the door to head back upstairs. Instead of walking out, the door remained open with him standing in the midst of it.

"I don't tutor," Was his simple reply.

"You don't tutor, you don't fuck," I floated out to the center of the water again, watching him stay in the door, still undecided as to whether or not he was leaving. "I do both. And with equal passion," I added, slowly smirking when he finally closed the door and came back in. "If you don't believe me, come join me in the pool."

I couldn't be sure, because he was too far away and it lasted so shortly, but I swore I saw the corner of his lip turn upwards for just a fraction of a second.

"And if I do believe you?"

"Come join me anyway."

This time his lips definitely twitched. Standing by the edge of the pool, he watched me for a long moment with an unreadable look in his eyes. Then, after another grueling moment...

His hand slowly lifted and started tugging at his tie.

If I hadn't already been naked, my panties would've fallen off as I watched the overwhelmingly erotic and shocking sight of Harry Devon slowly undressing. My ovaries developed a heartbeat as he unbuttoned his shirt after loosening his tie and let both items drop to the floor. His broad shoulders came into view, but then my gaze dropped to his hands as they came to his belt buckle.

Unbuckling the little hoops, I smirked and slowly lifted my gaze as he stripped down in front of me calmly, pulling off his shoes and socks without any rush. Then, stepping forward, he walked into the pool and strode down the stairs under the water, holding my gaze throughout it all.

I wasn't breathing anymore. At least I think I wasn't. When he took his first stroke and swam towards me, I automatically swam backwards until my back hit the edge of the pool. Still, I couldn't peel my eyes off of the naked male shape swimming towards me with strong strokes, telling me he did indeed make use of this pool regularly.

In what seemed like five strokes, he was suddenly right in front of me, grabbing on to the edge of the pool behind me. My breath hitched in my throat when he unexpectedly moved close enough for my stiff nipples to press against his hard chest. The feel of his warm body so close to mine made a wildfire spread inside me, raging through me with no restrains in sight.

"Well..." I said, finding my voice dry and dropped a few octaves. I didn't bother to try and clear it. "Seems like you aren't so... lacking after all."

And that did indeed refer to two things. I had gotten a very fine and perfectly decent glimpse of the real treasure the Devon men had. Now, I couldn't speak for his brother, but Harry Devon certainly had nothing he needed to make up for in business empires and expensive houses. None. At. All.

"You're very passionate and well-spoken for a woman your age," He replied, looking down when I slowly let my legs hook around his waist for leverage. He didn't fight it. "Most eighteen year olds fight with confidence and self loathing."

"And what makes you think I don't?" I replied, now taking his hand. He held my eyes and watched me as I slowly lowered his hand below the water, down to the warm cleft between my legs. His eyes didn't waver when I pressed his palm over my mound, deliberately pressing his fingers over my sensitive clit. God, his palm...

I then gave a strangled moan when I felt the pads of his fingers instinctively started rubbing me where I needed him to, working against my throbbing bundle of nerves. My eyes slid shut by themselves when he found just the spot.

"Yes, you seem to struggle severely," He replied and moved closer when I gave a strangled moan and gripped on to his shoulder, hooking my other arm around his neck as I ground against his hand. Was this really happening? Was I dreaming?

His fingers suddenly dipped inside me before I was prepared, and a surprised cry flew from my lips. I felt him move them under the water, working them languidly in and out of my body, but with an aimed direction to where he somehow, by God's good grace, knew my G-spot was. He couldn't find that by researching me.

"You're teasing me," I said through stiff lips, trying to hold back any more wanton sounds from escaping my mouth. It was as if he knew just how deep I liked it, or maybe my face was too easy to read as he added a third finger and made me press my lips tightly together and grip the base of his neck in a vice.

A sudden warmth pressed against my stomach, and it was then my hips acted on their own and sought towards the hardness they wanted.

His erection was at its fullest, and I slowly met his eyes to see the firm look ruling his features. He was in complete control, even when he was letting go. So I had been right. He liked control.

I slowly moved my hand up through his hair, grasping at the hair at the nape of his neck. He watched me stealthily, moving closer inch by inch until our lips were inches apart.

"It's not nice to tease a lady," I then whispered, just as I lowered my lips onto his in a hard kiss and sunk my body down on him.

He moved forward just as I enveloped him, and with a fevered sound, I trembled and felt as he stretched me. My legs tightened around him and my hands clasped on to his shoulders as our bodies started moving with a driven, but unrushed passion, leaving every move up to the slow, grinding friction between us.

I shivered and felt as Harry picked me up and held me by my thighs under the water and kept me pressed up against the edge of the pool as he sunk slowly inside me with controlled movements. I opened my eyes, which had briefly fallen shut in pleasure, and peaked up to find him watching my face with intense eyes. He was watching me, calculating my body and all that it did, and for some reason that made me feel even hotter.

I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Harry Devon was fucking me in his pool and was making me crumble in his hands with just a single look.

"You're... full of surprises," I got out on staggering breaths between his measured thrusts that drove slowly in and out of me with an intensity that had my inner muscles shaking and spasming up. I couldn't believe I was actually about to come. It hadn't even been two whole minutes.

He didn't answer to my statement, and I therefore surrendered and leaned down to his mouth. I was surprised when he kissed me back, keeping that calm demeanor, even despite how hard I could feel he was inside me. He was jutting, pushing against every part inside of me, yet he was in complete control. That was enough to have me clenching down around him and coming apart in pieces.

I vowed then and there that before the end of this summer, I was going to make this man lose every last bit of his control.

And he was going to do it whilst being buried deep, deep inside of me.

~~~

I woke up in a bed. His bed. How did I know it was his bed? Simple; after our aquatic exploration, we had continued the party and ended up taking it to his room. Mine had seemed so far away last night, and today I was happy that was the case, because his bedroom... was something else.

Last night I had been too preoccupied to really notice and take in my surroundings, but today, as I peeled my eyelids apart and looked at where I was, I knew instantly that this bedroom could have no other owner than Harry Devon.

It seemed the paper and book epidemic that had swept his office had taken over the largest quantity of his bedroom as well. Most surfaces were covered in books and loose notes with his distinctive handwriting, but it didn't stop there. Oh, no.

The walls. The walls were covered in equations and mathematical problems that staggered between simple, small calculations, to larger, almost all-fulfilling equations that took up most of the wall. Luckily he had high ceilings, but a ladder perched up against the furthest wall in the room showed that not even height was going to stand in his way of utilizing his walls as alternative notepaper. The only spots on the wall that wasn't covered in math were the parts where furniture stood up against it and a single lonesome mirror hung against the wall – although I wouldn't hold it above him to move around his furniture if wall space ran out.

Maybe this was his weird way of going green.

Or, most likely, Harry Devon was a math fanatic.

On cue, a door across the room opened and a freshly showered Harry walked out, once again buttoning up his shirt. He walked right past the bed where I was lying and went straight for his closet, where a belt, a tie and a watch all laid on a shelf inside, obviously selected for the day. I lifted myself up on my elbow and watched as he started tying his tie and folded down his collar.

"Definitely not a virgin then," I finally voiced. I saw his eyes lift and regard me with a short look before picking up his watch and sliding it on his wrist. "Or gay. But trust me when I say the gay community would've loved to have you on their team."

"Good morning to you, too."

"What time is it?" I asked and laid down flat on the bed to stretch as Harry finally secured his wrist watch and then buttoned his sleeves.

"7.30. I have a phone conference in ten minutes."

"Why do you have math on your walls?"

"I ran out of paper."

"So you used your wallpaper?"

"I found the floor too challenging."

Riiiight. Okay then. "Do you mind if I sleep here a couple more hours?" I asked, rolling over to my stomach now and grabbing one of his pillows. I propped it against my chest and clutched it as I felt his gaze land on me. "I didn't get all that much sleep last night. No complaints, though." God, none at all. In fact I wouldn't mind filling the last ten minutes before his phone conference with a quickie. Even despite my soreness.

"Close up when you leave," He said, walking straight past me, grabbing a few random papers here and there, as if he knew exactly what was on each piece of paper in every single corner of his room. Organized chaos.

I hummed in response, but honestly didn't pay that much attention to his words as he seemed to leave with the same amount of interest in me as I currently had in his morning rush. I was looking forward to getting some sleep, now that my bitchy hormones had gotten a fill that would hopefully last till somewhere in the afternoon.

But you honestly never knew.

Hearing the door close, I closed my eyes as well and shifted a little to find a comfortable position, but instead got reminded of last night as an internal soreness made me moan silently.

Harry Devon was a passionate man. All that silent sarcasm and quiet brooding was only until you got beneath him and had him buried deep inside of you.

I shifted a little again as the flashbacks started rolling in – the flashbacks of me clinging to his broad frame as he kissed me while he made me come with a burning passion. I had never been one for the slow lovemaking, and I wasn't even sure lovemaking was the correct term for what we had done last night, but somehow Harry had given a new meaning to killing them softly.

It was like in those old romantic movies where the couple rolled around on the bed while intimately kissing and clinging to one another, except there had been an element of control and dominance to everything. I couldn't explain it. He could kiss my neck and somehow make my pussy tremble, and that was the crazy part, because I never knew my neck was so sensitive.

But he knew. Somehow he knew, and now today I was sore.

But holy fuck, I wanted the soreness to stay.

"Sleep," I muttered, not only to myself and the empty room, but to my pussy that already started aching as it recalled the sensation of his cock burrowing deep inside me. I needed to sleep before I even thought about attempting to fit him again.

And that's why I fell asleep in his bed and took my memories with me to my wet dreams.

~~~

I didn't have any clothes, I realized three hours later when I woke up in Harry's bed, somewhat more rested than earlier. I had left my silk robe downstairs in the pool area, so I found myself quite naked, wandering around his bedroom as I tiptoed towards his closet.

It seemed I was going to be a cliché and borrow a pair of his boxer briefs and a shirt until I could make it upstairs to my own room. I mean, technically I didn't have a problem wandering around barely clothed (as Harry had pointed out himself), but out of consideration to his house staff, it seemed more appropriate to borrow a few items and return them later once properly dressed.

Slipping on his shirt and boxers, I still felt the soreness from earlier as I moved around and looked at all of his things. I didn't dare touch anything, but looking never hurt nobody. His room really was extraordinary, much like the owner himself. I couldn't imagine feeling this passionate about something... not even my education could measure up to this, although that was probably what I felt most passionate about in life.

Well, that and getting shower right about now.

Leaving his room and closing it up as promised, I came out into his office, but found it deserted. I guess his phone conference had ended and perhaps he was eating breakfast or explaining to his maid staff why there were two piles of clothes in the downstairs pool area. Whatever he was doing, he wasn't around, and again I found myself compelled to look around at his things.

To have such a gift... to be able to look at numbers and see sense and not nonsense, and create something beautiful with it, it was truly awe-inspiring. I wished I had been born with a gift like that. Maybe then I wouldn't have had such a hard life or have had to fight so much for what I wanted.

But we all got our lots in life, and mine was working nine-to-five for every penny I ever had, just to get into college.

"You have a habit of lingering, Ms Berry."

"Jesus!" I wheeled around and pressed a hand over my heart when the damn thing nearly jumped out of my mouth. "Would you stop doing that?! Sneaking up on me and scaring the living shit out of me," I said and glared at Harry as he came into his study, holding a briefcase. "Don't these types of houses usually have creaky floorboards to alarm you or some shit?"

His lips twitched a little, but he then lowered his gaze and set his briefcase down on his desk before taking a seat. "My brother had the whole house redone after buying the property ten years ago. I believe that included creaky floorboards."

"Ass," I muttered, before looking down at his briefcase. "Did you just come home from somewhere?"

"I had to pick up a few notes I lent out to a friend."

"The Dyer-what's-his-face who's doing that thesis?" I asked.

He merely smiled back. "Are you seeing anything you understand?"

When he nodded towards his desk and all of his papers, my eyes fell to it as well. It wasn't that his scribbles were unreadable, I just didn't understand a single thing he had written. "Not really, no."

"Can you identify what type of math you're looking at?"

I looked up and saw him raise a slow brow. I narrowed my eyes, but then slowly leaned in over the papers and studied them closer. They looked like equations... but for what, I wasn't sure. If I could find a symbol I could recognize...

It was right then I spotted a symbol I believed I had seen before. When studying to become a nurse, it was important you learned measurements and what that measured according to the unit you were applying it to.

And right there, hidden amongst his scribbles, I found the symbol for a unit vector.

"It's a unit-something...?" I tried, lifting my eyes to see his lips twitch. Then, sitting up straighter, he gave a nod.

"Correct. Now, can you tell me what unit I'm calculating?"

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. It was too damn early for this, I hadn't even had my morning coffee or breakfast yet. Unless dick counted. But in that case, a midnight snack was a more appropriate name. "No. I suck at math, hence my reason for needing help."

He watched me for a moment, rubbing his bottom lip thoughtfully. Then, folding his arms, he leaned back again. "Do you know the difference between Leibniz's, Lagrange's and Newton's notation?"

"I really don't," I said, pursing my lips. "And whatever next question you're about to ask me, if it's about math, the answer is most likely also no. So if you're done, I'll go take a shower now."

I stood back up, but just as I did, I heard a drawer being opened. I looked back to see Harry pulling out a little black leather notebook that was kept closed by an elastic band, and after wiping off a bit of collective dust, he handed it to me.

"Is this your little black book?" I teased, taking it and flipping it over to see if anything was written on the back. I obviously knew it wasn't that, but I couldn't see what I was supposed to do with this.

"Go through it and read the notes on the loose papers folded in there," He stood up as he spoke and reached for his briefcase, unclasping it and taking out a few stacks of paper within. "Come back to me once you're done and tell me what you've concluded."

I tilted my head a little to the side and watched as he started leafing through his papers, selecting a few and taking them out to join the rest on his desk. He didn't meet my gaze, but I still couldn't help but slowly smirk. Did what I think just happened, really just happen?

"I thought you didn't tutor," I remarked, but then stood up and headed for the door. I didn't feel his eyes on me, but I knew I had his fullest attention as I stepped out, clutching his little book.

I guess I was going to be the exception of the rule.

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I'm trying this new thing lately where I like to focus less on the smut, but more on the chemistry. Don't like it, you know where the exit button is.