Harry is relieved you answered and says your name to display that fact. “I - shit. I don’t really know why I called you. It’s, uh, it’s - I wanted to talk to someone and since you got the ring for me - Lucy and I broke up.” He rushes out, frantic and unlike the cool and collected man you’ve known for years. “Oh Harry. I’m so sorry.” You sigh, knowing that this Lucy girl is clearly stupid if she broke up with one of the most eligible bachelors in Manhattan. “She didn’t love me and I guess I didn’t love her but why - was I not enough? I mean, the gifts…I need to return them. And the ring. Can you help me do that?”

You can tell that he is struggling to handle the rejection, something that he’s probably never had to deal with much. He is gorgeous and generous, most barely acknowledge the work their personal shoppers put into crafting their clients' wardrobes, but Harry always seems to know the time and effort you expend. “Of course.” You murmur, wondering if the return can be done discreetly, perhaps you will just tell the jeweler you messed up. “What about your trip?” Harry snorts and sighs. “That’s off.” You frown. “What? No, you should go. Don’t cancel it. It would be good for you to get away. Relax. Forget about her while you recharge and come back to New York a new man.”

Harry sighs, knowing it would be embarrassing to go to Iceland after his assistant told the hotel that this was a trip to get engaged. It’s romantic and he knows he’d only work if he went there alone. Still, he knows that being in New York, he’d also be wallowing. Suddenly, an idea pops into his head and he blurts it out before he can think about it. “Unless you come with me?” He asks, a little desperate to not be alone after the break up.

“Me?” You almost yelp, pulling away to look at the phone stupidly for a moment. “You want me to…go to Iceland with you?” You ask, making sure you heard him correctly. “It’s paid for.” Harry tries selling it to you. “All inclusive.” He doesn’t have to convince you. “Are you sure? I mean, I’m sure there’s hundreds of gorgeous women that would kill to go with you. You want me to be there?”

Harry snorts, “I’ve known you for seven years. Yes you’re my personal shopper but I’d like to think we are friends. Please, I just - I don’t want to go alone and I think I need a break away from the questions and everything I’ll get from people if I stay. I just want to get away with a friend. You won’t judge me. You understand.” He reasons, knowing that he doesn’t really have any close friends that he’d want to spill his guts to. “It’s paid for. I just want company. Someone there so I don’t look pathetic in this resort.”

“How long do I have to pack?” Harry will have to change the name on the ticket, but you’re sure he can get that done quick enough. “Flight leaves in two hours.” Your eyes widen, quickly thinking about what you can throw into your suitcase. “Oh god, yes, I mean, I will.” You huff, jumping out of bed. “What airport?”

“JFK. First class so don’t worry about eating or anything.” He says, knowing the food will be good. “We are gonna need a bottle of champagne at least.” He smiles, stomach twisting with happiness at you coming with him. He trusts you implicitly - tasks you with some of the most delicate details of his life - and he is happy he won’t be alone. “I’ll pick you up in 45 minutes.”

“I’ll be ready.” You promise, knowing that you will have to hurry. The idea of spending time with Harry alone makes your stomach twist. He’s handsome and you’ve always thought he was attractive, but he’s out of your league. You work for him. “Oh shit oh shit.” You hiss to yourself after you hang up. “Five minute shower!” You rush towards your bathroom in your tiny apartment as you strip off.

Harry knows where you live, well, his assistant does, so his driver pulls up outside your place and heads to your door to collect you. Harry waits in the car for you, smiling when you slide into the Maybach beside him. You look flustered but beautiful. “Thank you so much for coming.”

“I’ve always wanted to go to Iceland.” You admit, opening your purse to triple check that your passport is in there. You would hate to get there and embarrass yourself. “You don’t need to thank me.” You reassure yourself and look up at him with a soft smile. “How are you holding up?”

He sighs, looking down at his hands, “was kind of hoping to be getting engaged this week but it’s - it’s for the best. I didn’t love Lucy. I don’t think I’m even capable of it.” He confesses, “does that make me a heartless monster?” He asks softly, knowing you’ll be truthful. You always are, especially when he picks his own clothes.

“No.” You don’t think that he’s not capable of love. You see that he cares for his brother, his mother and father. It’s in the way he talks about them. “I think you have a different way of looking at relationships.” You admit. “Some might think it’s calculated, but I think you do it that way so you don’t get hurt.”

Harry raises his eyebrows slightly as he turns to look at you. It’s like you see right through him. “I, uh, yeah. Well, didn’t really work because I ended up getting hurt anyway.” He snorts, shaking his head a little before he looks out the tinted window. “But nothing some hot springs and champagne can’t fix.” He says, turning back to look at you with a small smile.

“I don’t mind the idea of that.” You admit, tilting your head and imagining this man in nothing but a pair of swimming trunks drinking champagne with you while you relax in the natural beauty of Iceland. “I still don’t know why you asked me, but….” You reach out and squeeze his hand. “Thank you.”

He looks down at your hand, so delicate and unlike his, “of course.” He turns his hand to lace his fingers through yours. “Thank you for coming on such late notice. I know it’s not easy for you to drop your clients for a week.”

“I didn’t have a lot going on.” You downplay it of course, but they are honestly projects that could wait. “No one else had anything pressing.” You bite your lip. “Although I need to return your payment for the ring.”

He huffs, “we can deal with that when we get home.” He says and shakes his head, “Jesus. I really - I didn’t think this is how this trip would go.” He confesses, letting go of your hand to rub his face.

“I’m sorry.” You hate reminding him of the fact that the woman he was going to propose to dumped him. “We’ll get drunk and forget our own names.” You joke. “Massages and facials.”

He chuckles, knowing he made the right choice to take you with him. You’ve always been so sunny and he knows you’ll keep his dark thoughts at bay. “Iceland. Here we come.” He says with a wink but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Getting to the airport and through security is a whirlwind of luggage and checking tickets. You are quickly escorted to the first class lounge to await boarding and Harry is checking his phone while you go over and make him a drink. It’s just a basic screwdriver, but the man deserves to unwind a little after the morning he’s had.

He looks up in surprise when you approach him with a mixed drink and his eyebrows raise, “come on. You need it.” You roll your eyes playfully and he inhales shakily, nodding his head and he gratefully accepts the drink. “Thanks, sweetheart.” He takes a deep sip. “You got a drink?”

You nod, holding up your own cup. “I did.” You promise, coming to sit down beside him. The jeans you had shopped for fit him perfectly. You like that he had let you choose some more fitted pants. You keep trying to convince him that the early 90’s style of wider legs are out.

He smiles at you, watching you discreetly look around the first class lounge. He knows you haven’t flown like this before and he’s happy he chose you to come along. He’s excited to see your face when you’re on the plane in your own suite.

“So.” You take a sip of your drink as you desperately hope you fit in. You had chosen stylish, yet comfortable clothes to fly in. Appropriate for the temperatures in Iceland when you land. “What’s our itinerary for the trip?” You ask, smirking when he looks startled by the question. “Oh come on, you plan everything, I know you planned every day of the trip.”

Harry chuckles, feeling a little called out, “I had my travel agent book it. She had some notes from me but we should be kept busy. There’s quite a few tours. I, uh, couldn’t cancel it last minute but I booked a glass igloo for a night to see the Northern Lights. That’s when I was going to do it. You know, propose.” He confesses, taking another sip of his drink.

“Wow.” You are impressed. “That sounds extremely romantic.” You know you would melt if someone cared half as much as Harry did, even if he hadn’t loved Lucy. “And here I haven’t had a date in six months.” You snort, shaking your head.

Harry licks his lips and sets the drink down, “men are crazy…or blind…or both.” He huffs, “you’re a beautiful woman. You’re smart, got a good job. Hell, most men would be lucky to even be sitting next to you.” Harry is being honest. He’s always thought you were beautiful. “You were even nice to me when I had to buy shorter pants.” He smirks, tilting his head at you.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. “You seriously didn’t have to have that done.” You, of course, knew about the surgery right away. He had wanted soft, comfortable recovery clothes and after he was healed he had needed a completely new wardrobe pants-wise. “You’re still just as handsome as you were back then.”

He flusters a little, ducking his head to look at his drink, “all because of your styling. I swear before you I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. I’d buy the same shirt in five colors and think that was fashion.” He chuckles, lifting his eyes to look at you until he clears his throat, “I thought the surgery would help me find a wife. Guess that backfired, huh?”

“You don’t want a woman who doesn’t love you for exactly who you are.” You reach over and touch his hand. “You would have eventually resented the relationship. Now you can find a wife you want to build a life with, not just give a life.”

He stares at you for a moment, feeling like you see inside him at something he hadn’t even figured out yet. “I sometimes think that’s all I’m good for. All of this. I don’t really know what else I can give. I work. All the time. If my wife didn’t work, she’d be sitting at home with a cold dinner waiting for me to finish a conference call with an investor in Singapore.”

You shrug. “So you find a woman who doesn’t mind late nights or reheating food.” You snort, having seen his amazing kitchen. You would kill to have that space in your own tiny apartment. “But more importantly find a woman you want to come home to.”

He nods, knowing that you're right. For a moment, in his mind, he imagines your pretty smile greeted him when he walked into his kitchen. "Now boarding Flight F1G12 Icelandair to Reykjavík." You hear over the tannoy but a man approaches you and Harry. "Mr. Castillo. Please, follow me to your seats." He says, reaching for your carry on.

You are sooooo unused to someone carrying your bag for you, but you quickly stand and set down your drink like Harry does so you can follow him onto the plane.

Harry is excited to see your reaction to the seats. They aren't Emirates first class but it's decent and he wants you to enjoy this trip since you're coming with him at the last minute. You are shocked at the leg room and Harry lets you have the window, while the man puts your bags in the overhead storage. "Have a wonderful flight." He smiles and Harry settles into the seat just as the flight attendant brings over a glass of champagne for you both.

“To a trip away.” You offer, giving Harry a sweet smile. “I know this will be good for you and you deserve nothing but the best.” He seems surprised as you tap your glass against his and take a sip. “God, I can’t believe this.” You admit with a slight giggle. “I’ve watched videos about the pods but it’s even better than I imagined.” You stroke the smooth leather and sigh as you look around. “Do you need to work during the flight?” You ask curiously, knowing he is a workaholic.

He nods, “I cleared my schedule for this but you know how it goes. I couldn’t get Peter to take over everyone so I’ll be answering some emails. I need to figure out some ROIs for a client.” He explains, “but you are on vacation so eat, drink, watch a movie.”

“I have some of my own work I can do.” You assure him, taking another sip of your drink. “So don’t worry about me.” He seems to hesitate but then he pulls out his laptop and you smile before you do the same.

Harry types away, focused on his work until the meal comes around. He tucks the laptop away, focusing his attention back on you. “You watched a movie?” He asks, eyes flicking down to the headphones on your table.

You had kept it on as background noise while you worked, but it was actually a boring movie, so you had abandoned it to just work in peace beside him. “Yeah.” You smile as he picks up his glass of flat champagne and drains the rest of it. “Got some work done too.” You add. “I was behind on paperwork.”

Harry hums, picking up the glass of wine, “that’s good. Hopefully now we can enjoy the rest of the flight.” He smiles, taking a sip of the Merlot he was served with his meal. “Thank you for coming with me.” He says again, wanting you to know how appreciative he is.

“It is entirely my pleasure.” You promise him. “I’m just happy you look as good in that cashmere as I thought you would.” You can’t believe it, but Harry flusters slightly, smoothing down the front of his sweater.

You both settle into your seats, him asking you questions about upcoming events like Thanksgiving and the holidays. “I have no clue what to get my mom. I think you know her better than me sometimes.” He thinks back to all the times his mom has cooed over whatever you’ve bought on his behalf for Christmas or her birthday.

You laugh and shake your head. “No, I just have kept track of what I’ve bought for her over the past few years and base it off the things that you’ve told me.” You admit. You open your phone and pull up Harry’s file. “I am just weird.” You turn to show him.

Harry eyes the file, impressed at your organization and the keen eye you have when finding things for him. Everything from clothes to shoes, to presents and even the flowers he bought for Lucy. “You are incredible.” He says with sincerity, “you save my ass more times than I can count when it comes to shopping. You know I’m hopeless.”

“You are.” You chuckle, finding it honestly adorable. “But you don’t have to worry, I’ll make sure you always look as good as you should.” You promise him with a playful wink. “I love dressing you. And picking out gifts for you to give.”

Harry grins, winking at you as you pick up your wine glass. “To shopping disasters.” He teases and you clink your glass against his. His eyes trace your features and he sees how beautiful you are in that moment. The ache of Lucy recedes…that is until you arrive in Iceland and the driver who is waiting holds a sign with his and Lucy’s name on it.

“Harry and Lucy?” He asks, smiling broadly as you approach. Harry sighs and opens his mouth, but you just grab his hand and beam at the driver. “Yep.” You blurt out. “That’s us.” You don’t mind someone believing you are Lucy this trip to help Harry save face. You squeeze his hand and smile at the man walking beside you. “I’m so excited to be here with him.”

He sighs in relief, squeezing your hand back as the man takes your cases and guides you to the car that’s waiting. He didn’t really think this through. All the signs of Lucy that would remain in the trip. Still, you took it in stride and he is so grateful to you for not making it a big deal. Once you’re in the car, Harry lifts your hand to press a soft kiss to the back of it, a simple thank you whispered into your skin and you nod, eyes fluttering slightly until the driver pulls away from the airport to begin the drive to your hotel.

On the drive, you know you have to make the driver chuckle up front. Playing tourist and wide eyed at all the scenery. Phone in hand as you snap photo after photo. “Oh Harry, this is beautiful.” You gush, beaming at him as if you really were Lucy and he was bringing you here because he wanted to see you smile.

Harry smiles, watching you as you admire the scenery, and Harry hasn’t been here before so he’s enjoying looking out the window himself. It’s beautiful here but his eyes keep finding you as you ooo and awe and gasp at the beautiful landscape. “Here we are.” The driver declares as you arrive at the hotel. Only the best for Harry, and the hotel staff are soon checking you in as you almost sprain your neck looking around the lobby.

“Harry….” You can’t believe the effort that Harry had put into this trip. Even if he had organized it through a travel agent, he had obviously wanted to give Lucy the best. You should feel guilty about being here, but you are thrilled to be able to experience this. “This is so….” You turn to him and give him a hug. “You are amazing and she is an idiot.” You whisper softly.

He smiles, stomach twisting at your words, and he isn’t sure if that’s right. After all, Lucy clearly didn’t think he was amazing since she broke up with him to go back to her broke ex. “I’m glad someone got to appreciate it.” He says, breathing you in until you pull back from him.

“Let’s get settled and then we can decide if we are going to sightsee or get drunk.” You tease, looping your arm through his and pulling him towards the elevators.

He feels the sadness at his relationship ending being pushed aside as you offer him an infectious smile and soon enough, he's opening the door to the suite, excited to see your reaction.

“Oh my god.” The view is stunning, looking out over the hills and mountains of the country, you couldn’t tell that there was any sort of life or city nearby. All you can see from those windows is the natural beauty of the land. “This is incredible.”

He smiles, enjoying your awe and excitement and he can’t help but place his hand on your back as you look out the window. He turns his head to look at the bedroom. One bed. King sized. Covered in rose petals with champagne nearby in a bucket. “Oh shit. I forgot about that. I told them it was a romantic trip.” He sighs at the reminder that he’s single and not proposing.

You turn and you can see how the beautiful display would melt any woman’s heart and you remind yourself that Lucy is an idiot. “That’s okay.” You walk towards the bed and pluck the bottle out of the bucket and waggle it playfully. “We will drink this and decide who gets what side of the bed.” You tease. “I’m partial to the right side. I tend to snore if I’m on the left.”

Harry is grateful that you seem to take it in stride and don’t get taken back by the romantic notes of the trip. It reminds him that you’re an amazing person and he’s grateful you agreed to come with him. If he’d come alone, he’d just wallow in the room and wonder why even leg lengthening surgery can’t help him find a wife. “I’m good with the left.” He nods, knowing that he will struggle to sleep anyway. “It really is beautiful here.” He murmurs, reaching to take the bottle from you so he can work on opening it.

“Yes it is.” You can see that he is doubting himself and so you grin and wink at him. “If for some reason you need the room all to yourself, like you find some Icelandic hottie to wine and dine, I’ll sleep in the closet.” You joke, relieved when you hear him laugh. Harry is a good man. He’s kind and that generous and that is rare amongst the New York elite. He’s genuine. Maybe that was why he had such a problem finding love.

He snorts, “I doubt I’ll be looking for anyone on this trip. I need to figure out how to tell my mom that I’m not getting engaged when all she does is ask when I’m getting married. It’s even worse now that Peter has Charlotte.” He sighs as he pours two glasses of champagne, placing the bottle back in the bucket of ice. He steps closer, handing you a glass and he looks out at the scenery, “thanks for coming with me.”

“You don’t have to keep thanking me.” You promise, taking the glass and smiling at him softly as he looks out the windows. “You will figure out how to tell her. And just remind her that you are looking to get married once, not just getting married quickly.”

Harry nods, grateful for you but he knows you’re sick of hearing him say thank you. So instead, he’s going to show it. He takes a sip of champagne and turns to look at you again, “and why are you single? You’re gorgeous, smart, have a good job. Maybe Adore could help you out. Find you a good man.”

You snort, shaking your head. “No, I don’t want that.” You couldn’t afford them, even if you do make good money. You are saving to buy your own apartment and that would eat into that savings. “I want to meet someone naturally.” You admit, although it sounds silly to a man who wants to be set up with his match. “Even if you match on paper, you could meet and there’s no spark, no…” you consider it. “Heat.” You decide. “I want to see a man’s eyes when he sets up a date or I ask him out.”

Harry hums, knowing that deep down he’d want the same things but he has to be practical. His job is mainly old rich men wanting to invest to become even richer. He’s not meeting the love of his life dealing with private equities. “I guess me and Lucy didn’t have much of a spark. I tried to create one. Did everything I could to make her happy. You know, you bought the presents, and I took her to expensive places but it wasn’t enough.”

“Then it just wasn’t right.” You remind him. “You need a woman who can be happy spending time on her own, plus wants to spend time with you. Someone who does things for you as well.” You tilt your head. “The entire time you were dating, did she ever do anything for you?”

Harry frowns, sipping his champagne as he thinks, until he shakes his head. "No. I, uh, I organized pretty much all of it. Well, my assistant did. She took me to a play...her ex's play." He rolls his eyes, "it was shit. He really should move on from acting." He snorts, "then I took the cast for drinks and paid. Jesus, I really tried to make it work."

You nod, expecting that. “Lucy didn’t know what she had.” You tell him. “I know that I’m not a matchmaker, but there are plenty of women who would thank their lucky stars for a man who planned anything.” You tell him. “Even if it’s through your assistant. You shouldn’t settle for someone who didn’t care.”

"We both deserve the best." He decides and you nod, clinking your glass against his. "Absolutely. Now, let's enjoy an awesome vacation and help you get over whatshername." You tease and Harry chuckle, excited to see what happens next with you by his side.

****

“Oh god.” You groan slightly, feeling like you shouldn’t have had that last drink with dessert, but you couldn’t help yourself. “I don’t know when I’ve ever eaten a better meal.” You wait for Harry to open the door and the two of you stumble into the suite after dinner. The hour is a little earlier than you might be used to, but with the time change, you both felt like it was a good idea to go to bed early. Especially since Harry had such a rough night the night before. “What about you?”

Harry groans, rubbing his stomach, “it was incredible.” You shared a good conversation and a bottle of wine that Harry picked out. You made him laugh with stories of personal shopping gone wrong and he told you about some of his clients. Dinner made him forget about Lucy and he loved every second of it. “Now I’m ready for bed.” He grunts, flopping down onto the bed.

It’s funny to see him relax. It’s always good to see the humanization, the man behind the exterior. “Well, we should probably get ready.” You set down your purse and move over to your luggage to open your case. “Do you want to use the bathroom first, or should I?”

“No. No. You go first. I don’t think I can move right now.” He confesses with a chuckle, closing his eyes as the jet lag seeps into his bones. He listens to you as you shuffle through your suitcase until you are closing the bathroom door.

You didn’t bring anything sexy to sleep in, but you didn’t expect to share a bed with Harry on this trip. You should have asked about the sleeping arrangements, but now you will just have to deal with it. It’s not like you aren’t two adults, you can handle this. You wash your face and brush your teeth after changing into your sleep shorts and tank top. Taking a deep breath before you open the bathroom door.

Harry is almost asleep when the door opens and he opens his eyes as you approach the bed. His throat goes dry at the sight of you in short sleep shorts and a tank top that shows him the outline of your breasts. He grunts, shifting to sit up. “I’ll, uh, get changed.” He shuffles off the bed and makes his way over to his case to grab his things.

You set up your phone charger and put away your clothes before you climb into bed. Checking your messages and emails as you listen to the water run. The rose petals had been cleared off the bed and the bucket of melted ice taken away. The staff is efficient and discreet, perfect for a romantic retreat, but this isn’t that kind of trip anymore. You just hope you can help Harry heal.

Harry showers, brushes his teeth, and pulls on his pajama pants. His fingers hover over the shirt until he nods, pulling it on. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. He sighs, rubbing his fingers over his cheek and he exits the bathroom, ready to get a good night's sleep after the traveling. He makes his way over to the other side, watching you as you set your phone down. "Lights out?" He asks after he slides under the covers. You nod and he leans over to turn off the lamp. "Goodnight, sweetheart." He murmurs, shuffling to rest his head on his pillow.

“Goodnight Harry.” You whisper the words as you listen to him shift slightly. Smelling the toothpaste and the woodsy scent of his deodorant. He always smells so good. You should know, you picked out the deodorant he’s wearing right now. Harry drifts off to sleep quickly but you stay awake longer. Listening to the soft sounds of his gentle snores until you are drifting off as well.

Harry grunts in his sleep, the sun starting to rise, and he shifts closer. His arm is wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your neck as he presses himself against your ass. He is completely unconscious and enjoying a deeper sleep than anything he's had lately.

You are warm and comfortable, having the best nights sleep you’ve had in forever. Shifting slightly and then feeling someone move. Harry. Both of you had drifted towards the middle of the bed during the night and you were wrapped up in his arms. You know it was just a habit from sleep and he would be embarrassed if he woke up so you slowly try to creep out of his embrace.

Harry wakes up with a grunt, the bed a little cold and he lifts his head, remembering where he is and wondering where you are. "Morning sleepyhead. I ordered coffee and breakfast." You greet him from the sofa across the suite and he blinks heavily. "Coffee?" He rasps and you nod. He groans, shifting to sit up and he runs his fingers through his hair. "I'll pour you a cup while you use the bathroom." You say and he nods, shuffling off the bed.

He is delightfully disheveled in the mornings, making you cover a giggle with your hand when he scratches his ass as he disappears into the bathroom. He’s still sleepy and it’s adorable. Even if you have been thinking about how he had felt pressed against your ass. His cock had been hard and you know it’s a natural reaction, but it’s been a lot longer for you since you’ve had sex. Still, you push that aside to get up and pour him a cup of coffee that had arrived first thing this morning.

Harry pees, brushes his teeth, and washes his face. He feels a little more awake and he groans a little, realizing you saw how grumpy he is in the mornings. He runs his fingers through his messy hair and he eventually makes his way out of the bathroom. “Thanks.” He groans as he sips on the coffee you handed him as soon as he sits down next to you. “Did I snore?” He asks, “because Lucy used to complain that I snore.”

Yes, he does snore. “It’s a quiet, soft thing.” You promise. It hadn’t woken you up or bothered you. You take a sip of your coffee and reach over to pat his knee. “Do you want to order breakfast to the room or go down?”

Harry sets his coffee down, “let’s go down. Then I booked for us to have a spa day. Couples massage. Not that - it will just be in the same room. Figured we could use it after traveling. Spa session is booked for after we go into the lagoon and relax a little. No sight seeing today. Just relaxation.”

“Oh you are absolutely perfect.” It’s the perfect way to overcome the time change and to set the pace for a relaxing week. “I’ve just got to shower really quickly and get dressed.” You take your last sip of your coffee. “Since we are doing spa things, I won't bother doing my hair or makeup.”

Harry hums, thinking you look gorgeous with or without makeup, and he watches you make your way into the bathroom. Grabbing his phone, he checks his emails and deals with the urgent things so he can enjoy his day.

You shower quickly, never being long in your morning routine. Especially if you’re not washing your hair. You do take the time to make sure you are shaved and put on a cute bikini under your dress. Securing your hair and putting on moisturizer and lip gloss is about as complicated as you get before you are coming out of the bathroom.

Harry looks up from his phone when you walk and he bites his tongue, noticing how gorgeous you are, and he knows you likely wouldn’t want to hear it. He doesn’t want you to think he brought you on this trip to get laid in his efforts to get over Lucy. He genuinely wants you here. “I’ll be quick.” He says as he stands up, “I’ve got those trunks you picked out for me.” He smiles as he makes his way over to his suitcase.

Rarely do you get to see some of the more fun aspects of Harry’s wardrobe on him, so you are excited. You had picked them out thinking about how they would show off his tapered waist from broad shoulders. Again, you think this Lucy woman was a fool to give Harry up, but it’s better to break things off if you know it’s not right.

Harry showers, shaves, and gets changed into the trunks. He’s eager to relax today. Peter is working and he’s ready to enjoy his vacation even if it hasn’t gone the way he planned. He comes back out, dressed, and grabs his things, “you hungry? Let’s go get breakfast.”

The shirt you chose is a perfect match to the trunks and he pairs it with a pair of Hey Dudes he had first been wary of, but discovered he liked. “You look great.” You tease. “Someone knows how to dress you, Castillo.”

He smirks, “she’s a genius. Makes my old bones look good.” He winks and you huff, rolling your eyes. “You’re not old.” He snorts and opens the door to the hotel room. “I’m not young either. Plus…I got titanium legs.” He teases, “I’m basically collecting social security.”

You laugh and shake your head. “You aren’t even fifty yet.” You remind him. “And, honestly? You are getting better looking as you get older.” You tell him. “Settling into your skin as they say.”

He chuckles, reaching for your hand to squeeze it, “whatever you say, sweetheart.” He has never believed in getting Botox or anything even if he did get the lengthening surgery. To each their own but he is trying to age gracefully. Some of the men he works with have had a lot done and they seem to have lost their essence. You’re soon sitting down at breakfast, looking across the lagoon, and Harry happily sips another cup of coffee.

“It’s beautiful and they have done a good job to incorporate the spa amenities to look natural.” You compliment. “Even if your assistant booked it, you picked a lovely resort.” You praise. “This is amazing.”

He hums in agreement, “it is. I’m glad she picked this place. It’s beautiful.” He glances around as the waiter sets your breakfast foods on the table. “I have to say I am ready for a massage.”

“You could probably use one more than anyone.” You admit. “You work so much and barely take time for yourself.” You know he’s proud of his work ethic, but he needs to take care of himself. “You should find a masseuse to come to your office. Pamper yourself some.”

Harry hums, setting his coffee cup down, “I don’t know. I mean, I feel like even finding time to date is difficult. Everything has to be on my calendar otherwise I don’t even know it exists.” He confesses, “but I’ll try. I really should try to take a little more time to myself that isn’t the gym. I’m sure you need one too. Running around the city all the time.”

You give a small laugh. “I have no idea what a date would feel like, it’s been so long.” You confess and Harry shakes his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe that.” He huffs and you tilt your head. “It’s been at least nine or ten months.”

Harry frowns, “seriously? Are the men of New York blind or something? Or just plain stupid? I’m glad you agreed to come on this trip. It’s like - I’m basically apologizing for my sex.” He snorts, tapping his fingers on the table cloth.

You laugh and reach over to pat his hand. “You are sweet, you don’t have to apologize.” You promise. Harry has always been so good to you. Even though you know you aren’t his type, you’ve always had a little bit of a crush on him.

He smiles, turning his hand over to squeeze yours, and he lets go after a moment so he can resume eating his breakfast. Once you're done eating breakfast, you are both escorted to the spa. "Welcome, Mr & Mrs Castillo." The woman says, bowing her head and Harry doesn't correct her, knowing it would just complicate things.

You reach over and caress his back gently as you follow her into the spa as she explains the functions and amenities in each area. “This is my first massage.” You admit, excited. “Except for those back rubs.” The attendant giggles knowingly and nods. “You will enjoy this one just as much, in a very different way.” She assures you, eyeing Harry with a small smirk as if she knows that he has to be good in bed.

Harry flusters a little at the look on the woman’s face and he follows you and her to the room where two beds are surrounded by candles. “There are two robes on the bed. Please strip off and we will be back in ten minutes.” She says pointedly as if she has walked in on couples who took more than ten minutes. Harry nods and she backs out of the room, “she’s definitely walked in on something in the past.”

You giggle and nod. “Definitely.” You bite your lip and turn around. “I won’t look if you don’t.” You promise, even though you know you want to look. “Although good for whoever takes longer than ten minutes.” You snort as you start to kick off your shoes and unzip your dress. “I have horrible luck with men.” You admit. “If it’s more than five, I’m impressed.”

Harry reaches for the collar of his shirt but pauses to look at you incredulously. “More than - Jesus Christ. Honey, that’s - you have not been fucked properly.” He shakes his head, unable to stop the disbelief because yeah, he’s not a sex god but damn if he doesn’t make sure his woman is satisfied in bed. It definitely takes more than five minutes to make a woman orgasm. He turns his head to look at you, his eyes widening at the expanse of your back exposed to his eyes and he swallows harshly.

“Maybe it’s just that it’s too good for them to handle.” You joke. “My girlfriend called my pussy the soul snatcher when one date came so quickly that he just straight up grabbed his clothes and left without a word.” You are laughing now, and while the conversation isn’t exactly appropriate, you don’t feel any embarrassment talking about sexual topics with Harry. Hopefully he will feel better that he’s not like some men.

Harry is in complete disbelief, jaw dropped, “fucking hell. That’s - I’ve never - shit. You need to get fucked until you are shaking and the bed is wet.” He says without thinking about it because he’s always been a giver. He loves sex and wishes he had more time to enjoy it but he doesn’t do casual dating.

“Don’t I know it.” You snort, clenching at the way he says that. It’s wrong to think about being in bed with Harry, but you are sleeping next to him. Too bad you won’t be able to use your toy that is discreetly tucked into a bag that anyone would think is a travel curling iron or something similar. You unclip your top and fold it up before reaching for your robe. Slipping it on and then reaching under to pull down your bikini bottoms. “It made for a good girls night story.” You admit as you turn around right as Harry pulls down his trunks. Your eyes widen and you realize that his ass is just as cute as you imagined it to be.

He tries to calm down the semi that appeared after imagining being the one to make you shake and wet the sheets and he keeps his back turned as he pulls on his robe. “I bet.” He says, “I can only imagine their reactions.” He chuckles, squeezing his eyes as he thinks about anything but you naked beneath him.

“So now you know why I haven’t dated in forever.” You snort, tying the sash. “It’s much easier to not deal with it.” You move over to the small couch that is over to the side of the two tables.

He grunts, sitting down on the couch beside you and he looks at you. Fuck, he suddenly wants to tear that robe off of you and show you how you should be fucked. "Hello hello, are we decent?" A voice calls through the door and Harry clears his throat, "we are."

The masseuses glance between you and you lean into Harry’s side. “I’m so looking forward to this.” You tell them. “I’m hoping Harry relaxes so much he falls asleep on the table.”

She grins, "now that we can arrange. Your husband will be ready for love making later." She giggles and Harry blushes, cheeks reddening at her words as her coworker comes in to begin your treatment.

They have you disrobe and climb on the table. You make yourself not look over at Harry until you are both situated on the massage tables and covered with a sheet. “Already feeling relaxed.” You joke as you look over at him.

Harry smiles back at you, watching you as you get comfortable. He’s grateful that you are here and he decides to let himself relax and enjoy this time he has without working. He sighs when the music plays and hot oil is poured over his back. He groans, closing his eyes as he lets his mind go blank.

You are in the same state of bliss, cracking open your eyes to watch Harry as the first groan breaks his lips. He’s gorgeous, starting to relax under the obvious skill of his masseuse. The soft music and the gentle scent of the oils creates a sense of calm and suspended time and space. Nothing exists but the tables, the hands touching you. It’s perfect.

Harry drifts away, lost in the sensation of his tense muscles being worked out. He’s been stressed, especially when he thought he was proposing to Lucy. He wanted everything to be perfect and then it wasn’t.

You think Harry actually falls asleep. You smile to yourself as you watch the faint furrows of his brow relax and his lips part slightly. Going limp on the table and he gives in to the complete bliss of the massage. “He needs this.” You whisper softly.

Harry doesn’t know how long he lays there until he’s almost asleep and he’s ordered to shift onto his back. He follows the orders and he groans when the masseuse begins to work on his arms. “You’re so tense, Mr. Castillo.” His masseuse comments and the lady working on you giggles, “maybe your wife could massage you more often to help you relax.”

You have been turned onto your back as well, the sheet draped over your breasts. “I could, sweetheart.” You offer smoothly, thinking that it’s funny these women believe you are married to Harry. “Anytime you want.”

Harry chuckles softly at the way you play along, “I’ll never turn you down. As long as you let me return the favor.” He says with a smirk as he keeps his eyes closed. “You know what that leads to, baby.” He adds, enjoying the banter and flirtation.

You hum, hating that your body reacts so viscerally to his low, raspy tone. Seductive and alluring and you know the masseuses completely believe your little ruse. You are acting like a couple that is very comfortable and still enamored. “Baby, that’s what I want it to lead to.” You promise and giggle when the ladies do.

Harry smirks, taking a deep breath a moment later to control himself. He doesn’t want to start to get hard and embarrass himself. Especially when this is all a ruse. It’s not real even if he is starting to want it to be.

The two of you fall quiet again, both enjoying the massages and far too soon, the ladies are placing warm cloths over your eyes and leaving the room to let you rest. You sigh softly, feeling completely relaxed and you want to thank Harry, but right now you can’t even speak.

Harry doesn’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed. The soft music playing, body practically melted into the massage table. He could almost fall asleep. He is so thankful at this moment that he didn’t cancel and he asked you to come with him.

It feels like forever, but it’s honestly probably only been about ten minutes when the technicians return. They softly greet you and slowly start to turn up the lights to a setting where you can see without hurting your eyes. “I think I might have to find a spa in New York.” You groan. “I need that at least once a week.”

Harry chuckles, "there are memberships at my gym for massages. Maybe we can sign up." He offers and you hum, knowing that you aren't that connected to share a gym membership with massages. "Next is a facial." The techs announce and Harry has never had one but he's open to it.

You can’t help but sigh softly, happy with how you are being pampered. “Oh you will love it, Harry.” You coo. “It will make you feel refreshed.” You could make a crude joke. But you just grin to yourself as you both look over at each other.

Harry must admit he enjoys the facial, feeling refreshed as the techs escort you to the lagoon. "You are welcome to stay here as long as you like. We have champagne and some snacks for you." She says and holds her hands out for your robe.

You come off the table, slipping into your robe. With the ladies here, you don’t worry about giving Harry a glimpse of your ass, even though you have seen his. He is busy with his own robe. “Thank you so much.” You smile gratefully as you tie the robe and turn towards the man these women think is your husband. “That was amazing. I feel like a new woman.”

Harry hums in agreement, feeling more relaxed than he has in months, maybe years. The only thing that would make it better would be an orgasm but he’d never ask that of you. “Let’s go check out the lagoon.” He says, adjusting his robe.

“We better put our swimsuits back on.” You hadn’t gotten fully dressed, just slipped into your robe. “Oh, yeah.” Harry chuckles. “It would be a shock for anyone else out there.” You snort. “We could just claim we thought it was a nudist resort.” You joke as you pick up your clothes and slide your bottoms on under your robe. “Or maybe just topless.”

Harry chuckles, "well, it's definitely European." He says as he pulls on his trunks, trying to ignore the way his cock twitches at the idea of you topless while you enjoy the lagoon.

You laugh as you pull your arms out of the top of your robe, back turned to Harry and quickly put your top back on. The dress will just stay off, knowing that you are going to be in water. “Is it bad that I just want to sip a cocktail and pray the water is hot?”

Harry shakes his head, "definitely not bad. Exactly what I need too." He smirks and looks over at you, trying not to look at you while you get changed. He leaves his shirt off, sliding into his shoes with the robe untied and hanging from him.

“Damn Castillo.” You whistle when you turn around, honestly taken with how good he looks right now. “You look completely relaxed.” You compliment as you reach out and take his shirt from him to hold with your dress. “Let’s go find out what kind of drinks we can have while we are lounging.”

Harry nods, following you and the techs to the private area of the lagoon for guests and he inhales sharply at the sight. It’s beautiful. “Wow.” He murmurs and you echo it as the techs leave and the waiters take over, getting you a menu.

“Damn.” You love how the rock is carved out of the mountains to create the lagoon. It’s perfect and you can barely look at the menu while watching the water steam up. “I think we are in paradise.” You tell him breathlessly.

Harry agrees, nodding as he watches you, “it’s perfect.” He murmurs, “let’s enjoy every second of it.” He says and you nod, “drinks first then I want a snack.” You smile and he shifts to sit down on the chairs that are here for you. Almost like a private cabana.

“Oh yes.” You agree. “Drinks first. Oh, they have a local recommendation.” You point to the drink menu. “I think we should try that.”

Harry nods, having to do whatever you want and he sighs, “you order whatever you desire, this is a vacation and I want you to enjoy every last minute of it.” He is insistent on that.

“This is your vacation too.” You remind him with a soft smile, leaning over and putting your hand on his thigh. He tenses slightly, eyes flickering down to where your hand is covering and you frown. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?” You’ve never seen the scars on Harry, but you can’t imagine they are pretty.

He shakes his head, “not anymore. It was hell at first. Pain like I’ve never known.” He admits, wincing slightly from the thought of it, “but it’s - I managed it and now, well, I thought I’d be able to get any woman I want but apparently that’s not the case.”

“What made her seem like your perfect match?” You ask curiously, wanting to know how this woman could possibly be so wonderful and not be completely in love with Harry.

Biting his lip, Harry takes a moment, “she wasn’t. She was practical. I could - I could imagine her being in my home, running it, making sure it was kept up to standard. I could imagine her being a good asset for business meetings and dinners. I never - it didn’t really hit me until after it ended that I was thinking of her as an acquisition and not a lover.”

“So you want someone who can throw a dinner party and have a conversation.” It’s not horrible, it’s a matter of priority for Harry. “Someone who will look good and be good for your image.”

Harry frowns when you put it that way, “well, that was before.” You look over at him, “before…?” He sighs, “before I realized that I want more than that. Lucy wanted more than that, and so do I.”

“That’s good.” You nod in agreement. “Things can look good on a hanger and then fit you horribly.” You grin. “Remember those dad jeans that were all the rage? They made you look twenty pounds heavier than you are and did nothing to flatter that butt of yours.”

Harry snorts, “yeah. I’m glad you help me pick my clothes. I’d be hopeless otherwise.” He shakes his head as your drinks are delivered. “To good clothes.” He toasts and you giggle, clinking your drink against his.

Soon enough, you are in the lagoon, excited to discover it is in fact hot water and you lay back to float. Mindless to absolutely everything but how good this feels. “Oh god, I think this might be better than sex.”

Harry groans in agreement, the water is hot and after the massage, he feels like he’s melted right into the lagoon. “I feel boneless.” He moans, “and I’ve got metal legs.” He teases after a moment.

“Yeah, I know.” You hum. “Gonna start calling you the Bionic Man.” You tease back, making him laugh. “Or maybe Mr. Fantastic.” You think about Reed Richards and how he stretches. You lift your head and smirk at him. “Stretchy.”

He chuckles, “I wish I was stretchy. I can’t do yoga for shit.” He takes a sip of his drink, “more used to directing positions than putting myself in them.” He confesses without thinking about it.

Your mind immediately goes towards something filthy and start to giggle. “You're bossy in bed too?” You tease, winking at him when he snorts. “That tracks.”

He shrugs one shoulder, “I can’t help it. I like to be in control.” He confesses, “in all aspects of my life. I get anxious if anything happens without my approval.” He knows he probably needs therapy but it’s served him well so far.

“So you also need a woman who is more on the submissive side in bed.” You lift a brow. “Are we talking normal dynamics or more of a Christian Grey vibe?” It’s incredibly personal, but you think you’ve gone beyond your normal relationship with this trip. “Because if it’s a red room, I’m hurt you don’t have me shop for toys.”

He snorts, “normal dynamics. I’m not into - into that.” He confesses, “I just like being in control. Making a woman shake in pleasure before I get my own.” He sighs, “I’m asking for a lot, aren’t I?” He asks, knowing he’s asking for more than most are able to give.

You snort. “Fuck no.” You twist, standing up and looking him in the eyes. “A smart, successful, sexy man who wants to give his partner the world and wants her to be a pillow princess?” You shake your head. “Baby, woman should be begging to crawl into your bed. Into your heart. You need a woman who understands exactly what kind of man she has and loves you for who you are.”

Harry’s stomach twists at you calling him baby and he shifts in the water, “maybe one day I’ll find her.” He says despite his eyes lingering on you. He wonders what you’d be like in bed, his cock twitching at the thought of making you moan his name, but he pushes that thought aside, not wanting to make this uncomfortable.

“I know you will.” You shoot him a small wink, a little jealous of whoever manages to land Harry. He’s a good man and it seems like he wants to be wanted. Wants to give a life to the woman he loves. “For now, I’ll enjoy people thinking I’m Mrs. Castillo.”

He smiles, glancing across the lagoon to the other swimmers and he wonders what it would be like to have you in his life as more than just his friend and personal shopper. 

**** 

“That food was incredible.” He groans, rubbing his stomach. You’re a few days into the trip and Harry has been having a great time. You’ve been sightseeing, eating good food, and he hasn’t found any awkward silences with you. You’re comfortable and funny, and you are so damn smart.

“Yes it was.” You sigh, feeling like you are going to bust. “I need to watch it, might not fit into my clothes for the trip home.” You joke. “And I have to shop for myself.” Harry chuckles and you watch as he glances around the restaurant. “Do you want to go for a walk, or go back to the room?” You offer, not particularly choosy on which happens. “I’m up for anything.”

Harry taps his fingers on the table, “let’s go for a walk. We need to get ready for tomorrow though, for going to the igloo.” He couldn’t change the booking and honestly, he wants to take you to see the northern lights. Even if the proposal is by the wayside, he wants to go and enjoy it with you.

“Is it sad that I am so looking forward to that?” You ask as you stand up and put your napkin down. You are wearing a cute dress, even if you aren’t here on a romantic vacation with Harry, it’s important to look nice. Especially when he looks so handsome.

He grins, “I am too.” He holds his arm out towards you, wanting to show you he can be a gentleman. “I don’t - I’m trying not to think about why I booked it and just look forward to what it is.”

“We will lay under the stars and fall in love with the sky.” You hum as you wrap your hand around his arm. “And until you believe it, I will remind you about the bullet you just dodged.”

Harry nods, “fair enough, sweetheart.” He hopes he can forget about Lucy. Move on from the rejection but the way you’re looking at him may be exactly what he needs.

You don’t want to admit to yourself how good the little pet names sound to you. If you wanted to, you could slip into the fantasy of Harry falling for you. You know that he’s nowhere near ready for dating, and you are a friend. “It’s so beautiful here.” You stroll outside, taking advantage of the natural beauty. “But I think that I would miss New York too much to move.”

He hums in agreement, his bicep flexing under your touch unconsciously, and he admires the beautiful surroundings before turning his gaze to you. You’re beautiful and it makes his stomach twist but he doesn’t want to ruin this friendship between you. No, he will keep it friendly, even if he will be sharing an igloo with you this time tomorrow.

****

“So we are sleeping here tonight?” You ask, even though you know that you need to pack a bag. It will be cold, but there’s a fur blanket on the bed and you were encouraged to snuggle together. The suggestion had been given to you with a grin and a wink. You hadn’t mentioned that you aren’t together, just giggling quietly and leaning into Harry’s side.

“Yeah. They will deliver dinner in an hour then it will be dark in two hours.” He says, glad he didn’t skip this because he does want to see the northern lights. Sleeping next to you in the same bed has been a little torturous after watching you prance around in bikinis and pretty dresses during this trip. Now he will be sharing a cold igloo with you.

“Perfect.” You give him a small smile. “We will watch nature’s view and tick something off my bucket list.” You’ve always been dreaming of seeing this and now you will be able to. “Thank you for bringing me.” You hum softly. “Really, Harry. This has been magical.”

Harry nods, reaching out to squeeze your hand, “I’m glad we did this. I do wish they had got my message about the proposal being off.” He sighs, glancing around at the flowers and champagne on display.

“It’s okay.” You promise, reaching out and squeezing his arm. “We have drank our weight in champagne. What’s one more bottle?” They have brought you bottles every single night and you’ve been impressed by how they are accommodating.

He looks at you and then back at the sky, “maybe a few more bottles.” He confesses, “then maybe I’ll be able to forget the rejection. I think that’s the worst part. The rejection. I thought - after the surgery that I wouldn’t get heartbroken and I- I didn’t think I’d be rejected. I solved the problem - being short - and it still wasn’t enough.” He shakes his head, “I still wasn’t enough.” He confesses, lost as he looks out of the igloo.

Your heart aches and you hate that he feels so rejected. Reaching out, you cup his cheeks and turn his face towards you. “You are enough.” You promise him seriously, staring into those soulful brown eyes and hoping that he believes you. “You are more than enough. I promise. You are….you’re amazing Harry.”

Harry stares at you as you cup his cheek. Your words making his heart clench and he sees the sincerity in your eyes. The way you look at him like he’s the best thing you’ve ever seen. It’s intoxicating and he can’t help it, he surges forward to press his lips to yours.

You gasp and Harry takes advantage of that. Swallowing down your moan as his tongue slides into your mouth to taste you. You shouldn’t do this, but you don’t want to pull away. You can’t, not the way your stomach is twisting and your arms immediately come around his shoulders as you press your body against his.

The way you press against him has his cock twitching in his pants while he devours your mouth. It’s a little messy and desperate but he needs to feel desired. As pathetic as that will sound to himself tomorrow, right now, he can’t help but need your touch. His hands slide down to your ass, pulling you even closer until he pulls back to press kisses to your jaw. “I want you. Tell me - tell me what you want.”

You whimper at the desperation in his tone, in his touch. Closing your eyes, your hands slide over broad shoulders and down to his sweater. “You.” You promise breathlessly. “I want you, Harry.” The desire is overriding your common sense and you want him to forget about everything but you.

He groans, cock hardening even more in his pants, and he bites down your neck as his hands reach for the hem of your shirt. He needs to see you. If he’s truly honest, he has imagined you naked before. He’s always found you attractive and you have snuck into his thoughts while he masturbated in the past. He wants to see if his fantasies matched reality. When you pull back so he can tug your shirt over your head, he groans at the sight of your tits covered with delicate lace. “La Perla?” He asks and you snort, “Target.” He grins and leans down to press kisses to your chest, his hand on your waist until he’s biting down on your nipple through the lace.

You think it’s cute that he thought you would wear that expensive lingerie but you can’t afford that. You gasp when the sting of his teeth registers and you reach down to run your fingers through his hair. “Fuck.” You moan. “More baby. Feels so good.”

His hands slide up your back until he’s unclasping your bra, the soft skin beneath his hands has his heart pounding and he drags the straps down your arms to expose your tits to his hungry gaze. “Shit. Fucking gorgeous.” He groans as he surges forward again, biting down on your nipple without the barrier of lace.

You’re completely boneless when his wet mouth wraps around your nipple. Whining his name as you try to participate. Stroking his chest and sliding a hand down to press the heel of your palm against his hard cock. He’s thick, you can feel that through the dark khaki pants he is wearing. Groaning again. “Fuck baby. Knew you were thick.” You praise.

He groans when you palm him through his pants, cock twitching under your touch, and he desperately wants to see more of you. He pulls back from your nipple with a pop, his hands sliding down to your pants. His movements are slow, giving you time to tell him no if you don’t want this to go any further.

You lean back, letting go of him to pop the button open on your pants. “I want to see what you’ve got, Castillo.” You challenge with a grin. “You said I should be shaking in pleasure, so make me.”

He grins back, knowing that he can make that happen. "Oh don't worry baby, you'll be shaking for me." He promises, pushing your pants down and he groans at the mismatched cotton panties. So simple and you're not trying to impress anyone which makes them completely authentic. He shifts to kneel down, helping you step out of your pants, and he grabs your ass to drag you closer so he can press his nose into your covered pussy, wanting to smell you.

You would feel a little self conscious if it wasn’t for the groan that Harry lets out. Obviously approving of your scent as he presses closer. You look down at him, completely amazed to see this man on his knees in front of you. You bite your lip, wanting to beg him to strip down too, but it’s obvious that he is in charge. “Baby….”

He hums, hooking his fingers in your panties, loving your whine, and he helps you step out of them. "So fucking pretty." He murmurs, dragging his gaze along your form. You whimper at the intensity and he runs his hand along your calf up to your thigh, lifting it onto his shoulder so he can lean forward and bury his nose back between your folds, nudging your clit.

He doesn’t lay you down. He doesn’t get comfortable. He just dives in. You gasp when his nose presses against your clit and his tongue slowly slides around your entrance. As if he is sampling you before he feast. “Oh fuck.” Your knee would buckle, but your leg on his shoulder is helping to support you. “You don’t have to…” Harry growls into your folds and pulls away for just a second. “I want to.” He declares, killing any kind of protest from you.

He is ravenous for you, been curious for days about what you'd sound like with his tongue buried inside you. Harry laps at your clit, groaning at the way your fingers tangle in his hair as you struggle for balance. His hand squeezes your ass and keeps you upright while his tongue pushes back and into your leaking hole.

“Oh fuck, Harry.” The igloo might be cold, but you are on fire right now. Not even caring that goose flesh is rising and your nipples are hard as you can feel your body shiver. It’s not shivering because of the cold but because of how good his tongue feels inside you.

Harry loves how you react to his tongue, sliding it deep and his nose presses against your clit. Your chest heaves and he groans, sliding his free hand up to squeeze your breast as he slides his tongue back to flick over your clit.

“Oh fuck baby.” You whine, eyes rolling back as your hips rock forward. Encouraging him to give you more. “You are so good, I- I can’t believe you are eating my pussy.” You moan breathlessly, looking down into his dark eyes again.

He loves how you look at him like he’s the only man in the world, totally enamored by your expression. He desperately wants to see it change as you cum for him. He groans into your folds, shaking his head side to side to devour you as he sucks on your clit, tugging it between his pursed lips.

You don’t know how long he holds you there. Kneeling in front of you as if worshiping your body but you are the one praying. Curses and praises fall easily, heart pounding as he works you closer and closer to completely shattering under the softening light of the fading day.

You pant and he knows you’re getting closer. He sucks harder, pinching your nipple with one hand and his hand on your ass slides along so he’s pressing his fingers between your cheeks. His index finger presses against your puckered hole, wanting to feel all of you in his grip when you fall apart for him.

Your surprise is what throws you over the edge. Body reacting and shaking as you cry out his name loud enough to echo around the icy room that you are in. Heat floods your entire system as you grab his head for support, knee shaking and body convulsing as the waves of pleasure crash over you.

Harry groans as you cum for him, shaking so hard as you lean over him and his fingers dig into your side to keep you upright while he works you through it. He laps at your cunt, tasting your orgasm from your folds and he loves it.

He doesn’t stop until you need him too, pulling back and licking his lips and he slowly sets your shaky leg down to steady you. “Oh fuck.” You moan softly, trying to catch your breath. “I- I want to touch you.” You beg, needing to give him pleasure too.

He looks up at you, seeing the way your chest heaves, and he nods, “sure baby.” He shifts to stand up, grabbing your waist to drag you against him and you grab the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss. You don’t seem to mind the taste of yourself in his mouth and he loves that.

Your fingers fumble for his pants, immediately unbuttoning them and starting to tug down the zipper. You feel amazing and you want to give him the same sensations. Eager to touch and taste him. Wanting to see the wrecked look on his face that you know he saw on yours. Wanting him to believe that he is desired.

The eagerness in your touch has him groaning especially when you squeeze his cock through his briefs. “Shit, sweetheart.” He pants, leaning in to kiss your jaw as you pull his cock free of his briefs.

You hum, squeezing him and pumping him gently before you pull away to sink down to your knees. Your clothes are on the floor, a barrier for you against the cold but you don’t even care about that. You groan when you see his beautiful cock, hard and starting to leak. “Fuck baby, you have such a pretty cock.” You coo, leaning in to lap at the tip while you look up at him.

He thought you were going to jerk him off so to see you on your knees for him has him twitching violently in your mouth. “Fuck. Oh shit. You look pretty with it in your mouth.” He says, caressing your cheek, “so fucking pretty.”

He tastes exquisite, just like you knew he would. Musky, a little salty, the body wash he uses making you drip from how wet you get. You watch to make this good for him, so fucking good. Reaching up, you hold his hips as you start to press him deeper into your throat, swallowing around the thick length and moaning around him when he twitches.

Harry can’t look away, he can’t even blink as he watches you suck his cock. It’s intoxicating and he swears he could barely breathe but his chest heaves when he pushes down your throat. “Oh my - Jesus Christ.” His eyes flutter but don’t close, wanting to commit this to memory.

You love it. Your hands slide under his shirt, begging for him to take it off so you have more access to him. Touching him and coming back to hold his hips as your head starts to bob. Pulling off his cock and then taking him deep again. Breathing through your nose and feeling your eyes water as you look up at him.

He hates even looking away enough to pull his shirt over his head but he does, tossing the cashmere across the room and he groans when you pull off his cock with a gasp, spit dripping from your mouth. “Jesus Christ. You’re - fuck. Get on the bed. I don’t want to cum like this. Not this time.”

Harry’s control is slipping and you love it. Scrambling to your feet and rushing towards the fur covered bed. Laying down and spreading your legs wide. “I’m clean.” You promise, knowing that you don’t have to worry about him. “And I’ve got birth control covered.”

“I used protection with Lucy. Every time.” He says, knowing you won’t want to hear the name of another woman right now but he wants to reassure you. He would never put you at risk. You nod, “I trust you.” He shifts to kneel on the bed, and he trusts you, knowing you wouldn’t risk either of you. “Shit.” He murmurs, running his hand along your thigh as he shuffles closer until he’s rubbing the head of his cock against your clit.

Your eyes flutter, enjoying the heat and pressure of his cock as he starts to position himself. His eyes are dark, focusing on you with an intensity that makes you shiver. “Harry.” You beg softly. “Don’t tease.”

He chuckles at your whine, loving how desperate you are for him, and he nods, “I got you baby.” He promises and he starts to push into you with a groan of your name. You’re so wet and tight, like fucking velvet, and he pants at how you throw your head back as you take him.

He’s so fucking thick. Your pussy is stretching to take him, making you moan as he fills you. “Fuck, fuck.” You hiss, legs wrapping around him and your heels pressing into his ass. Encouraging him to sink deeper. “Feel so good baby, so fucking perfect inside me.” You whimper, turning your head to kiss along his jaw.

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying not to bust when you’re so goddamn tight. Pulsing around him like you’re trying to push him over the edge too early. He presses against your cervix and turns your head so he can press his lips to yours. His tongue sliding into your mouth to devour you while he regains control for a moment.

You give him complete control. Giving into the kiss and wrapping your arms around his neck while he holds still inside you. Obviously needing a moment. You don’t mind, loving how thoroughly he kisses as he presses deep inside your body.

Harry groans, pecking your lips, and his mouth hovers over yours as he starts to rock his hips. He’s eager for you, twitching as your walls flutter around his cock while he starts a slow pace inside your body.

Every thrust is designed to drive you crazy. You just know it. Moaning as he moves inside you. Whimpering every time his hips rock forward and he fills you again. “Harry.” You breathe into him. “So good. You’re so good.”

He loves how you seem so fucking lost when he pushes deep and he isn’t in a rush. He wants you to cum at least once like this for him. His hand slides along your thigh, lifting it higher so he can sink deeper, trying to find the angle that makes you cry out.

You love how he isn’t rushing. He’s taking his time as he completely ruins you on his cock. When he shifts his hips to the right, you cry out, walls clenching down around him. “Right there?” He grunts cockily, smirking as he repeats the thrust to pull another moan out of you. “Yeah, that’s the spot.” Your eyes roll back. “Yes! Yes it is.” You pant.

He is entranced by the way you writhe beneath him but he keeps the same angle and pace, watching your chest heave and he ducks his head down to wrap his lips around your nipple, biting down and he grins around your flesh when he feels you clench around him.

“Oh shit!” You gasp, arching up into his mouth. You love the way he touches you, the pure control he exercises. He is determined to completely wreck you. “Baby, more, I need more.” You pant.

He obeys, rocking into you a little harder and faster, groaning your name as he shifts so he can snake his hand between you, wanting to rub your clit.

Harry is a giver. You moan again, shifting to let him do what he wants with you. “Oh fuck baby.” You groan, clenching down around him again. “Goddamn I knew you would be good in bed, but not this good.”

He chuckles at the compliment, chest heaving in desire and pride, and he leans in to kiss your neck, “wanna make you feel good. Don’t want you to forget how I make you feel.” He confesses, rubbing your clit a little faster. He needs you to cum like this for him. He nods, "cum for me. Wanna feel it. Wanna hear it. I know you can do it, baby. Cum for me, sweetheart." He demands, keeping the pace of his cock and fingers the same.

He is urging you on, your body already primed to cum after already coming apart for him. So it only takes a half dozen more swipes of his finger, six deep thrusts of his cock, before you are crying out his name. “Haaaaaarrrrrryyyyy!” You scream, shaking underneath him and soaking him in a hot wave of your juices.

He works you through it, your pussy squelching and he loves it. "Fuck, baby. That's it. Jesus, look at you. Taking me so well, squeezing my cock." He pants, looking down at his shiny length pumping in and out of you. He pulls out of you, wanting you to cum again. "On your stomach." He demands, chest heaving.

This Harry is unrestrained. His jaw is tight and his nostrils are flared, looking completely dominant. It’s sexy and you couldn’t imagine not wanting more of this, this man completely. “Fuck.” You whimper, flipping over and pushing to your knees. Shaking your ass at him playfully as you look over your shoulder. “Getting cold, Castillo.” You tease. “Come warm me up.”

He smirks, smacking your ass until he pushes on your back, forcing you on your stomach. He straddles your thighs, shifting closer until he can push his cock back into your weeping cunt. “You’re such a brat.” He growls, pushing back into you in one thrust and he gathers your wrists, keeping you pinned to the bed.

“Oh fuck!” You squeal, back arching but his body weight pins you down. Your eyes roll back and you let out a moan when he starts to fuck you, the pace much faster and rougher now. “Yes, I’m- I’m your brat.” You pant out, pushing back against his thrusts, wanting more.

He loves hearing you say that. His thrusts become impossibly harder and faster as he controls you with his body weight. You can’t move, or you can do is moan and every moan of his name has his cock twitching. He needs you to cum one more time for him and then he will fill you up.

Harry is pounding into you, every thrust shredding up against something incredible inside you. Wishing you could see his face as he fucks you. See his face. “Fu-fuuuuuuck.” You moan, panting through your whimpers of his name. “So-s-so good.”

He groans into your neck when he presses his entire weight onto your body, his lips pressing onto your neck and shoulders as you take everything he gives you. “That’s it. Good girl. Take. It.” He grunts with each thrust.

You love the feel of him on top of you. The weight, the heaviness of him. One more thrust has you spasming around him again. Unable to believe that you are cumming for the third time. “Harry!” You cry out his name so loud that you swear your voice cracks, but you don’t care. Too busy watching the stars burst behind your eyes.

Harry groans, thrusting into you to work you through your orgasm but it’s hard with how tight you’re squeezing him. He growls, fingers digging into your ass as he shifts to his knees to get deeper and within a few thrusts, he’s burying himself deep to fill you up with his hot cum.

You melt into the bed, whining because it feels so good to have him fill you up. Completely blissed out and listening to the sexy sounds of him riding out his orgasm behind you. You hate that he shifted, that you don’t have his weight pressing you down, but he’s grinding into you as if trying to pump every drop of his cum into you. “Fuck.”

He pants, forehead sweaty and chest heaving as he looms over you while you are melted into the sheets. “Fuck. So good.” He murmurs, bending down to kiss along your spine. “So fucking good for me.”

Your walls are still fluttering and you giggle quietly. “Had no choice.” You joke. “Fuck, you just- holy shit.” You breathe out. “I guess you have a lot more self control than other men.” It’s probably the best sex of your life and you decide to tell him that.

“Not always.” He confesses against your skin, “but I like to think I can outlast most men.” He chuckles softly, “and I’m too addicted to hearing and feeling a woman cum around me. More than the orgasm I have.” He confesses, “something about it.” He sighs and clicks his tongue while his softening cock twitches inside you.

“You’re amazing.” You promise him, twisting your head to look at him. “Fucking amazing.” You hear a sharp tap at the door and hum. “I think that’s our dinner.”

He hums, carefully pulling out of you and he reaches for his briefs to pull them on along with his pants. “Go to the bathroom. I’ll let them set up.” He says as he pulls on his shirt. You nod, shuffling off the crumpled bed to rush on shaky legs to the bathroom. Harry opens the door, a blush on his cheeks from the smell of sex and the messy bed. It’s obvious what happened here.

The staff, to their credit, are completely professional. Setting up the prearranged dinner with another bottle of champagne and arranging the cloched dishes elegantly on the small table. “Enjoy the rest of your evening sir.”

Harry nods, watching them leave the igloo and he sighs, looking back at the door. You are incredible, sexy, beautiful…smart. He just isn’t sure if he wants to get involved in anything serious after Lucy dumped him. He needs some time to figure out what he wants. He doesn’t want to ruin his friendship with you.

You clean up quickly and slip into the robe that is hanging on the back of the bathroom door. “Is the coast clear?” You joke when you come out and see the table arranged with dinner. “Perfect.” You grin. “Best thing after amazing sex is sleep or food.”

Harry nods, looking over at you as he pours a glass of champagne, and he offers you a small smile. “Come on sweetheart, you need to eat after that.” He orders, handing you the glass of champagne.

“Yes I do.” You agree although you see the pinch around Harry’s eyes. There’s something on his mind and you wonder if you’ve done something wrong or if he’s just being reminded about the breakup with the dinner being delivered. “You need to eat too.” You remind him with a smirk. “You did most of the work.”

Harry smiles, glad that you aren’t making this weird after he just fucked your brains out. It’s true what they say, “to get over someone you need to get under someone” because Lucy is the furthest thing from his mind right now. He sits down and you both start to eat.

The food is wonderful and you push your plate away when you can’t eat any more. “That was delicious.” You groan. “The food here is just amazing. Hell, everything has been amazing.” Tomorrow you go back to reality and you will have to throw yourself back into work and life but it has been a beautiful, relaxing time. “I hope I can keep my eyes open long enough to see the lights.” You joke.

Harry sets his knife and fork down and leans back in his chair to look at you, “don’t worry I will wake you up if you fall asleep. I really am excited to see the lights.” He confesses, his back aching a little from how hard he fucked you. “We need to be up early to head back to the airport.” He reminds you, “I tried to get a later flight when they booked this but I need to be back in New York for a meeting the next day.”

“That’s not a problem.” You promise. “I’ve got to get back to work. There is an event in the Hamptons this coming weekend that I have to source outfits for.” You explain as you pick up your champagne again. “Plus I need to make sure Fred isn’t dead.” Harry frowns. “Fred?” He asks and you grin. “My fern. Fred the fern. The only kind of pet I can keep alive.” You joke.

He chuckles, “I haven’t even got a Fred. I’m always out for work or traveling. Having a pet…or a fern would be impossible.” He sighs and reaches for the bottle of champagne to pour you another glass. “The Hamptons? My mom keeps telling me we need a family vacation but I can’t take the time and Peter has Charlotte now. They are trying for a baby.” He says, a little bitter that his younger brother seems to have his life together and Harry didn’t even get to propose.

“That’s good for them.” You comment. “I’ve never thought about kids in more than an abstract concept.” You admit. “Never had a man I honestly considered being a father.” You shrug. “But maybe one day, how about you? Want kids? Like kids?” You ask, curious about his own feelings on having offspring.

He sighs, looking down at his hands, “I want kids. I like kids but I - I would need the right partner. I want to dedicate more time to a family but I’m so busy with work. I’d need the right partner in life to have kids. We can hire a nanny, hire a cook, and have staff but being a good person and a mother? You can’t buy that. I want to find the right person for me to have children with, not just a person. Does that make sense?” He knows he’s rambled a little bit but he thought Lucy would be a good life partner.

“It makes perfect sense.” You reach out under the table and touch his knee. “It’s a big task, raising kids. You need someone who’s going to help you raise a kid you can release into the world and be proud of.” You think he would make an amazing father, but it might be a little too much to mention right after having sex. He might think you are hinting at something you aren’t. “So someone that could have a more flexible schedule when you have kids is more what you are looking for. Someone who could nurture.”

He nods, “I have to be practical. I want to be the best father I could be but I also need to provide. I need a partner who can nurture and not just want to be a socialite who uses her kids as an accessory.” He briefly imagines you in his life for a moment. You’re so sweet and kind. He imagines you’d be an incredible mother. “Still, that isn’t happening anytime soon…I gotta give myself some time after breaking up with Lucy before I jump into anything else.”

You smile and nod. “That’s exactly what you need. Time to process. Even if you didn’t love Lucy, you need to move on from that relationship.” You aren’t offended that he’s not jumping to be with you, you didn’t expect it. You’re here to be a friend and you just happened to sleep together. Nothing more. “I would say don’t try to jump into anything for at least a month or six weeks.”

He nods, glad you understand and don’t think he’s jumping into a relationship with you. You seem to understand him and he appreciates that more than you know. “Lucy suggested I go to Adore. Ask them to matchmake me.” He snorts at the idea. It worked for Peter but Peter is used to giving up control…Harry isn’t. “Thank you for being here. For everything. I really appreciate it.”

“I seem to recall that it’s been my pleasure.” You tease. “Multiple times.” That makes him chuckle and you smile before you drain the last sip of your champagne. “If you go to Adore to be set up, just-“ you pause. “Don’t work with Lucy.” You advise him. “You don’t want to complicate things even more.”

Harry nods in agreement, knowing he cannot do anything with Lucy. He needs to move on and she will go back to John. He thought that would happen when he saw the look on her face while she told him she didn’t love him. She loves John. Even if he can’t give her 1% of what Harry’s offering.

After dinner, you change into some pajamas, knowing that the sex might just be a one time thing that won’t be repeated. You climb into the bed and look up at the huge glass that makes up the roof. “Now we wait.” You joke, looking over at where Harry is checking his phone.

Harry hums, opening his arm for you to snuggle into his side which you do. Your hand caresses his chest and he smiles, content to live in this moment despite what awaits him in New York. You are almost asleep when Harry nudges you, “look.” He murmurs, jostling you softly. “Look up.”

You hum sleepily, almost protesting but your eyes flutter open as you look up. Instantly awake when you see the gorgeous swirl of colors and lights hovering in the sky in the window above. “Oh my god.” You whisper, your hand on his chest as you take it in. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” You whisper, completely in awe.

Harry is in awe of this moment. The lights above, you in his arms, and his heart lurches in response but he pushes that aside. You don’t want a man who has no idea what he’s doing. It’s not fair to you, even if this trip has made him realize that Lucy was not the one for him. He caresses your back, “it’s gorgeous.” He murmurs in agreement.

You want to thank him for bringing you here. Finally able to tear your eyes away, you twist your head to look up at Harry. “Thank you.” You murmur softly, leaning up and pressing your lips to his. “I am never going to forget this.”

Harry returns the kiss, nudging your nose against his. "Me neither. I am glad you came with me. Thank you." He pecks your lips again and settles back into the pillow, caressing your back as he watches the lights dance in the sky.

You settle back into his arms again and sigh as you watch the lights in the sky. Content to just absorb the moment until you are drifting off to sleep in his arms to dream about impossible ideas.

**** 

Harry's car pulls up outside your apartment and he opens the door to help you out while your driver gets your luggage. The journey home was a little bittersweet for Harry, reminded that he should've been engaged on this trip back but he is happy you came with him. He had an incredible time and he admits he's been a little distant since he woke up. He isn't ready to be back in the city, answering questions about what happened with him and Lucy. "Thank you for coming." He says again, looking down your street until his gaze drifts back to you.

“Thank you for taking me.” You smile at him as you reach out to take his hand. You rub the back of his hand gently. “I’ll take care of the ring for you today.” You promise, squeezing his hand slightly in support. “Don’t worry about a thing. Let me know if there is anything else you need from me.” You hadn’t talked about the sex when you woke up or on the flight home. You might never talk about it. You’re fine with that as long as he doesn’t feel like he needs to push you away. “Whatever you need.”

"Thank you, honey." He leans in to kiss your cheek. He lingers for a second, "I'll see you soon." He murmurs, pulling back when the driver returns after putting your luggage at your door. "Bye, Harry." You smile and he nods, watching you make your way into your apartment building and he sighs, getting back into his car.

****

Groaning, you drop onto your couch and sigh. Exhausted after a long day, you had hit the ground running and hadn’t even stopped for lunch. You’re hungry and tired, needing a glass of wine and a bath. But you’ve gotten one of your clients completely taken care of for the Hamptons. Your phone rings and you huff out a sigh before you pick it up, frowning when you see Harry’s name. “Mr. Castillo.” You had decided to be a little more professional the next time you talked to him, but you hadn’t been expecting to so soon. “What can I do for you?”

Harry sighs, rubbing his cheek, “I need you again.” He blurts out and your stomach twists, “what?” You think he wants to fuck you again and he huffs, “my mother. Shit, I love her but she called and she - I thought - did you return the ring yet?” He asks, running his fingers through his hair.

Harry seems to be rambling, not making any sense whatsoever. You frown, thinking he will be upset with you for not returning it yet. “No, no, I’m sorry, I didn’t get a chance to return it but I will first thing in the morning.”

Harry is relieved that you haven’t returned it yet. “Don’t.” He blurts out and you frown, “don’t?” He nods and sighs, “my mother wants the family to go to the Hamptons this weekend and I- she said for me to bring Lucy. I didn’t have it in me to tell her I didn’t propose and we broke up. I need - shit. Feel free to say no but I need you to pretend to be Lucy for the weekend.”

You are shocked silent for a few moments. Eyes wide and you are frozen until you hear him. “Hello?” He says your name. “Are you there? Did you hang up on me?” You shake your head. “I’m- I’m here. You want me to be Lucy for the weekend?” You stammer out and Harry sighs. “I know it’s crazy, I just- she wants this so badly and I have such a hard time saying no to her.” It makes you soften slightly, this man being soft for his mother. Not wanting to break her heart. “I- I guess I could.” You tell him after a moment. “But are you sure this is a good idea?”

“I, uh, I don’t know but I- I need to talk to Peter, because of course, he and Charlotte know Lucy but I just need to - I don’t know. Maybe you can pretend and then do something to make us ‘break up’ and garner my mom’s sympathy. She will likely be mad at me for breaking up with another woman. She’s desperate for me to get married and I just can’t see the disappointment on her face when I tell her Lucy and I broke up.”

“Oh Harry.” You sigh softly. “I’ll make your mother hate me.” You promise. “She will be so happy you dodge a bullet.” You know that it’s crazy, but you know you can’t leave him twisting right now. “When are we leaving?”

Harry sighs in relief, “I owe you that damn ring as a thanks.” He chuckles nervously, “I know it’s late notice but we are leaving on Thursday. I’ll have my driver take us out to their house. I just want - I need to not be a failure.” He murmurs, “I can’t handle it from her. Not again.”

There’s some family dynamics at play and you can understand that. “Don’t worry.” You promise. “I’ve got to get my clients cleared for the weekend, but I’ll be ready by no later than eight. Does that work?” 

Harry can’t even express how grateful he is. “Thank you, honey. I can’t - Jesus. I owe you some Cartier.” He chuckles, “or Hermes. You can pick out a Birkin.” He promises and he inhales deeply, “I’ll pick you up then. Thank you.”

You snort and hum softly. “I don’t want your money or for you to buy me anything, Harry.” You promise, smiling through the phone. “I’ll be ready. And we will get through this together, okay?”

He smiles against the phone at your words, “together.” He echoes, knowing you could’ve easily slapped him for sleeping with you and not talking about it after. He is grateful you’re still his friend and he is relieved that he doesn’t have to tell his mother just yet that he’s a failure at love and relationships.

At 8pm on Thursday, you are waiting on the sidewalk with a bag as the sleek car Harry owns pulls up the curb. You had worked your ass off to make sure that you were ready and all your work was done, but you had pulled it off. Your bag was packed with stylish clothes that will work for any occasion to put a mother off a potential daughter-in-law and the box with the ring is in your hand. You had felt weird about putting it on before now.

Harry opens the door before his driver who gets out to grab your luggage, “do you hate me for making you go on another trip so soon?” He asks, reaching to pull you in for a hug and presses a kiss to your cheek.

You laugh quietly and try to suppress the way the butterflies flutter in your stomach. Harry isn’t trying to get you back into bed. He probably hasn’t even thought about it since that night. “No.” You shrug. “Never been to the Hamptons before.”

He hums, “I wish you were going under different circumstances. My mom tends to have quite an itinerary.” He snorts and guides you over to the door, opening it so you can slide into the backseat. “Honey, you look gorgeous.” He compliments you. It’s the perfect outfit for meeting his mom. “Are you sure you’re okay? I mean, I’m gonna have to call you Lucy in front of them. Peter and Charlotte too. I told them what I’m doing. They think I’m crazy but I just - I need to not see that look in my mom’s eyes.”

“It’s fine.” It’s not ideal, but this is a favor for Harry. “I-I felt weird just putting this on.” You admit, opening the box. “Are you sure that you’re okay with me wearing this?” You ask softly. “I have a moissanite ring that I could wear.” You offer, pulling out the ring that you wear sometimes. It’s not nearly as costly and it sparkles beautifully.

He scoffs, “my mother would immediately know. She would be on my ass for not getting you a real ring. Here, let me.” He takes the box from your hand, gently taking out the ring, and he reaches for your hand after tossing the box aside. “Only the best for the future Mrs. Castillo.” He teases and slides the ring onto your left hand.

You try not to let your heart race, watching him as he puts the ring on your finger. You’re lying to yourself about how your view of him has changed, but it can’t go anywhere. It never can, so you just giggle quietly. “Obviously.” The weight is heavy, the ring gorgeous and you know that it’s something you would proudly wear if it was real. “It’s perfect. It should be, because I picked it out.”

Harry looks at your hand as it displays the ring you picked out. It’s gorgeous and his stomach twists at the sight. He caresses the back of your hand, lifting it to press a kiss to it and offers you a smile, “you have exquisite taste.” He compliments you as the city passes by at a reasonable pace since the rush hour is over.

His manners are perfect and you feel like this man could seduce anyone. You smile as you look down at the ring. “Of course I do.” You tease. “I picked you, didn’t I?” It's the wrong thing to say, and you immediately wince.

Harry chuckles, pleased that you are acting so nonchalant about this. It's a big ask - he's asking you to pretend to be someone else - and you are doing that for him. He owes you.

You relax when he doesn’t get that sad look in his eyes and you reach for his hand. “Tell me what you’ve told your mother about Lucy.” You encourage, wanting to be on the same page. Holding his hand because it’s important to be casually intimate with each other. More than you have been, you’re supposed to be engaged to him.

He sighs, “not a lot. Thankfully. I told her I met Lucy at the wedding, that she works for Adore. She has great style and - I, uh, I guess that’s it.” He confesses with a sigh. “We don’t really talk much if it isn’t about work.” He confesses, “but she knows that Lucy has an ex called John.”

“John.” You wrinkle your nose slightly. “Is it bad to admit that I’ve always hated that name?” You ask with a huff. “Something about it bothers me and I don’t know what it is.” It’s better that he hadn’t told his mother a lot, it makes it easier for you this weekend.

He chuckles, “the guy wants to be an actor. I had to sit through one of his plays. I almost wanted to pull the fire alarm and put everyone out of their misery.” He snorts, “so yeah…I’m not a fan of Johns either.”

You hum and lean into his side, squeezing his hand gently. “I like the name Harry better.” Even if you are supposed to end things with Harry this weekend as ‘Lucy’, you still try to make him feel good. He murmurs something but you don’t quite catch it. “Do we have anything planned for tonight?” You ask

Harry nods, “my mom will want to have dinner together. Tomorrow will be brunch and then going to the beach. They have a private beach.” He reveals, “and then the Castillo party. She invites pretty much the entire area to the house to celebrate the summer.” He says with an affectionate roll of his eyes.

“That sounds like a nice weekend.” You admit, thankful that you had packed appropriately. The dress you had packed sounded like it would work for what would essentially be a garden party. “I love the beach.”

Harry hums, "me too. I never get to enjoy it. I usually spend most of my time on calls in my room." He snorts, "my mom wants us to be one hundred percent present but it's hard when work never quits." He confesses, "and I used it as a distraction."

“Well, we will have to be present to make sure that your mother knows how unsuitable ‘Lucy’ is for you.” You remind him, squeezing his hand again. “And I don’t mind if you work some. Maybe we can go ‘fight’ when you need to take care of something.”

Harry smirks, liking the way you think, "damn smart." He compliments you and looks down at your hand in his, the ring sparkling and his heart lurches once again but he's definitely not thinking of Lucy despite this scheme. "Hamptons here we come." He murmurs, looking out the window to hide his turbulent thoughts.

You let the conversation lull, not disturbed by the silence. Eventually, Harry pulls his hand away and you don’t resist, pulling out your phone to start working through some emails and changing your instant reply. You are not going to be working this weekend so you can dedicate your time to this farce.

The city fades away and soon, you're arriving at the Castillo estate. It's beautiful, even as the night creeps in, and Harry squeezes your hand, "thank you for doing this. You have no idea what it means."

“Of course.” Harry doesn’t rely on people, not for things like this. He’s a very contained person in his private life. So it’s honestly flattering that he would even ask you to help him, although you don’t understand why he wouldn’t just tell his mother the truth. “Anything you need. That’s what friends are for.”

He offers you a smile as you pull up outside the house and the car comes to a stop. He sighs after he inhales deeply. “Let’s do this.” He nods and takes your hand to help you out after he shuffles out of the car once the door is open. He sighs as he looks at the house and the front door opens with the butler and his mom rushes out to greet him. “Harry, sweetheart! You’re here!” She almost squeals and pulls him into her arms despite their height difference.

His mother is a smaller statured woman, her dark hair streaked with grey and you are fascinated that she hasn’t colored it. Using the symbolism of age works in her favor. It’s obvious that she loves her son and you smile politely as you wait for him to introduce you.

Her hands cup his cheeks, looking at him, until her gaze turns to you and Harry clears his throat, gently lowering her hands to reach for yours. “Mama. This is my fiancé. This is - this is Lucy.” He lies, hating how the name sounds coming from his mouth.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You let go of Harry to lean in and pull his mother in for a hug. Wondering if she might baulk at the over affectionate greeting. She makes a sound but you just decide to gush. “Harry has told me so much about you. Mostly good, I promise. You know how it is.”

She falters for a second but she laughs, returning the hug. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Harry hasn’t told us anything other than you matched Peter and Charlotte.” She says with a smile at the mention of her married son. “Come in. We have cocktails ready and you can let me inspect the ring my son bought for you. See if it passes my inspection.”

“Drinks are needed after this week.” You laugh as you take Harry’s hand and let him guide you into the house behind his mother. It’s large, open and you have to admire whomever decorated the space. “Work has been busy after coming back from Iceland.”

“Oh yes. You just tell me how he proposed. I want all the details.” She insists and Harry sighs, “mama. Let her at least have a drink before you get the details.” He pleads and you chuckle, squeezing his hand as he guides you into the parlour where his mom has drinks already made by the staff.

It’s obvious as meddlesome as he might think she is, his mother wants him to be settled down and happy. Her eyes are shining expectantly as you settle onto the couch next to Harry and take a sip of the martini offered to you. “Okay the proposal.” You wiggle slightly in your seat and sigh. “The last night there, we stayed in glass roof igloo, so we could sleep under the northern lights.” You pat his knee fondly. “His assistant did a marvelous job arranging everything. So when we were looking up at the show, he hands me this ring and asks if I would marry him.” You sigh softly. “Of course I couldn’t say no. I mean, how could I? He’s perfect.”

Harry smiles and his mom frowns, “you didn’t plan it yourself, Harry?” She asks and Harry looks at you and then his mom. “I mean, I booked with a travel agent and I didn’t know - I wanted it to be perfect.”

Her frown deepens and it’s the perfect time to say something crass. “He’s just so busy.” You protest, like you completely agree with Harry’s plan to have it planned out by someone else. You laugh. “Besides, he’s so rich, it doesn’t matter who planned the proposal, does it?” You toss Harry a saccharine smile and lean in to kiss his cheek. “He’s a perfect ten on paper.”

His mom raises her eyebrows until Harry clears his throat, squeezing your hand, and he offers his mom a smile, "she knows what she wants." He smirks and his mom nods slowly, not impressed by the look on your face. "I, uh, I suppose it's all different nowadays." She says, trying to backpedal.

“Not really.” You hum, taking another sip of your drink. “Everyone has things they are willing to put up with.” You tell her. “Different qualifiers that line up with your own goals and ambitions. Sometimes it’s sex, sometimes it’s money.” You laugh quietly. “It’s really nice when it’s both.”

His mom tilts her head, “what about love?” She asks softly, wanting her son to have love more than anything else. She doesn’t care about social status or money. She wants him to be happy.

“Of course love.” Despite your best effort to seem shallow, your eyes show that you mean that. You squeeze Harry’s hand and smile at him. “Love is important.” You tell him that, although you are speaking to his mother. “Love should be easy. And it is.”

His mom nods in agreement, “exactly. Very important. If you don’t have love, what else is there in a relationship?” She asks and you smirk, “well, sex.” She snorts, “oh honey, that gets boring after a while. You gotta be able to talk. Sex is ten percent. What about the other ninety?”

“Mama.” Harry groans, dropping his head into his hand. “Shopping.” You answer with a shrug of your shoulders. She doesn’t know that shopping is your literal job, so it makes you sound like you are a good digger. “Harry, honey, these martinis are delicious.” You hum, leaning and kissing his cheek. “Would you get me another one?”

Harry nods, shifting to stand up and he takes the empty glass from your hand. His mom watches him and her eyes drift back over to you. She’s concerned that you aren’t what she wants for her son but then again, she just wants him to be happy. If you make him happy, then that’s all she can ask for. “So Lucy, I should thank you for finding Charlotte. She’s perfect for Peter. What made you think they’re a good match?”

You freeze for a second before you smile, leaning back slightly. “Her smile.” You have never met Charlotte, so you have no clue about her smile. “Her interests align with Peter’s.” You add. “Sometimes you just get a feeling about a potential couple.”

His mom nods, “and you felt that way about Harry when you met him at the wedding?” She asks, curious and eager to hear about what you saw in Harry when you first met him.

You have to remember that Lucy met Harry very recently. Where you have known him for years, only recently getting closer with this entire debacle. Harry is across the room, so you lean forward, nodding. “The first time I saw him, I thought he was beautiful.” You admit, looking down at the ring on your finger. “Smart, charismatic, funny in a dry humor kind of way.” You chew on your bottom lip. “But thank God he has a personal shopper.” You chuckle. “He can’t style himself at all.”

His mom giggles, “oh I know. Some of the things he’d wear and I’d tell him he needs to get a personal shopper. Gave him the number a year ago of this girl who styled my friend and she’s done wonders. He has great style now. She’s a miracle worker. Probably picked out that ring.” She points at the diamond, “he has her pick out all my presents and I need to thank her. He’s gotten me some beautiful gifts.”

Your eyes widen slightly, thankful that his mom didn’t recognize you. “Well, I’m sure she did.” You fluster and look down at the ring again. “Harry just doesn’t want to let anyone down.” You murmur softly. “For a man who can command a room, he is surprisingly a people pleaser.”

She hums, “he’s always been that way. Couldn’t stand to see me or his dad disappointed. Speaking of, where is that husband of mine?” She huffs, “let me go find him.” She says and glides out of the room while Harry hands you the martini glass. “How’s it going?” He asks, curious to see what his mom thinks so far

“I think I’ve started putting her off slightly.” You admit, shrugging and grinning. “I don’t think any momma wants her son to marry a gold digger.” You tell him, reaching out and patting his leg.

He snorts, “yeah. I didn’t get to discuss the prenup my mother arranged with Lucy. She had them drafted years ago for me and Peter. If anyone is digging for gold, I’m not the guy. I’ll give everything to my relationship but she wants to protect us.”

“It’s smart.” You nod. “You’re a wealthy man, you know that some women would just want to take you to the cleaners.” You take another sip of your drink. “You should have a prenup.”

He sighs and sips his drink, “I know. I just hope that when I find the right woman, she doesn’t argue it. I want to be fair and look after her while protecting myself. Shit happens.” He murmurs, looking down at the drink in his hand. “Anyway, Peter and Charlotte will be here soon and then we are having dinner.” He says, nervous for his brother and sister-in-law to see you. He called to tell them the plan which they thought was ridiculous but reluctantly agreed to go along with.

“Do you want to show me the room where I’m staying?” You ask. “We can kill some time and you can check your email without your mom being upset about you working.” The staff had disappeared with your luggage and you assume it’s been set in some guest bedroom.

Harry nods, “we are staying together. I’m sure you’re sick of sharing a bed with me though.” He chuckles and his mind drifts back to that night in the igloo, the way you looked underneath him.

“You aren’t a bad bed fellow.” You chuckle, remembering how you would wake up curled into his arms. It happened nearly every morning and you slipped away before he could wake up. “I think she might think it is strange if I ask for another room.”

He nods in agreement, “yeah. That won’t work. Come on, let’s go check out the room.” He sets his glass down and reaches for your hand, guiding you through the house and up the stairs to the room he occupies if he comes to stay here for a rare weekend.

“The house is beautiful.” You murmur, finding the room to be luxurious comfort without being overly ostentatious. Your bags are already in the room, open and your dresses are hung in the walk in closet. The bedroom even has an attached bathroom so you don’t have to leave the room to get showered to change.

Harry hums, watching you as you caress a dress that’s hanging up in the closet. “My mom spent years looking for the right place here. Refused to settle and she heard from a friend of a friend about this one before it went on the market and she insisted her and my dad get this house.” He explains, “it’s her favorite place.”

“If the beach is just as gorgeous as the house, I can understand why.” Harry snorts and you lift a brow. “Don’t like the sand, Castillo?” You ask, amused by the idea that he wouldn’t like something that wasn’t productive. “I love sunbathing.”

Harry’s cock twitches at the thought of you sitting out in the sun, his mind drifting back to when you wore the bikini during your spa day. Fuck, you were gorgeous. He sighs, “I’m not a beach guy. It’s - it’s not a good use of my time. My mama? She loves the beach. Said it reminds her of where she grew up in Spain.”

“Well, how about you just stay close to me.” You suggest with a grin. “Pretend you have to keep me lotioned up and when she’s not looking, you can check your phone.”

He chuckles, “but make sure you demand it.” He reminds you and you snort, “of course. Gotta make sure she hates ‘Lucy’ by the end of the weekend.” He smiles, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He murmurs and you wink, “hopefully you won’t have to find out.” The intercom buzzes and a voice comes through the system, “dinner is ready in ten minutes.”

“Let me change.” You smirk slightly and move to your bag. “I brought something completely inappropriate to wear for your first dinner with your future in-laws.”

He raises his eyebrows and nods, “go ahead. I’ll freshen up out here. I’m just going to change my shirt.” He says, shrugging off his suit jacket which is far too damn hot for this weather, even if it is chillier in the evenings.

The dress you brought is skin tight, way too short and the cleavage plunges down. It would be perfect for a club but not a dining room. Since Harry has seen you nude anyway, you don’t bother going into the bathroom. Simply changing in the bedroom in front of him.

His eyes focus on his own suitcase until they lift and his jaw drops. “Holy shit.” He mutters, his cock hardening in his pants at the risky outfit and fuck, he knows his mom will hate it but all he wants to do is strip you down. He bites his lip and watches you spin around, “perfect, right? She will hate it.” You giggle at your devious plan and all Harry can do is nod, his throat dry.

You know that it will cause some whispers, maybe even a sharp comment, but the entire point of this charade is to make his mother happy when he announces that his engagement to Lucy is off. “Let’s go to dinner.” You reach for his hand. “And fuck, that linen suit looks amazing on you. You should let me buy you more of them. Even if you don’t like relaxing at the beach.”

He grins at your compliment, lifting your hand to kiss the back of it, “you can pick out whatever you want for me, honey. You have my card details. I need lighter options for the summer.” He squeezes your hand to guide you downstairs and to the dining room where his dad, mom, Peter and Charlotte are just about to sit down.

“Sorry we’re late.” You can see the older man who looks so much like Harry and Peter’s, his jaw drops, eyes widened as he looks you up and down. Harry’s mother doesn’t like it, that’s obvious from the way she purses her lips. “We were busy.” You giggle, knowing everyone will think we're having sex.

Harry clears his throat, hating the way his mom is looking at you when you are not this way. He made you dress and act this way. Peter and Charlotte sit down opposite you and Charlotte asks you how you’ve been. You actually helped her with some of the wedding tasks so she knows who you really are.

“Fantastic.” You like Charlotte, although you kind of got the feeling that she was in love with the idea of being in love rather than wanting to be with Peter because of the way she felt about him. Although it seems like they have grown closer since you last saw her. Maybe marriage and the honeymoon was just what they needed. “I found this pair of vintage Armani heels the other day, they are just perfect for-“ you realize you can’t talk about buying anything for anyone else, even though you had picked them up for Leslie, her best friend and the maid of honor in Charlotte’s wedding. “Work.” You finish, smiling slightly. “But that’s between trying to find perfect matches for others just like I did for you.”

Harry and Peter exchange a look and finally his dad speaks, “we must thank you for matching Charlotte with Peter. We thought he’d never settle down. We are glad Harry is following in his footsteps.” He says, eyes drifting down to the ring on your finger.

“He was persistent.” You tell him. “I wanted him as a client, but he wouldn’t settle for anything but me, so….” You reach for his hand and smile. “He makes it impossible to resist him.”

Harry brings your hand up to kiss the back of it and his mom smiles, “well, I’m glad he did. Oh engaged! Tell me about the proposal. Harry didn’t give me the details.” She insists as your food is placed in front of you.

You smile, knowing that you could be vulgar, but that would reflect poorly on Harry. “He was so romantic.” You hum. “While we were watching the lights, he told me that he wanted to take me on more adventures. Wanted to experience life more, take time to enjoy the little things. Start a family.” You bite your lip and your eyes soften as you imagine the fake proposal.

Harry leans in to kiss your cheek, brought back to the memory of you curled around him under the northern lights. It was gorgeous. You were gorgeous. His mom smiles, happy at the look on your face and she knows her son did a good job. “The ring is just gorgeous.” She admires the diamond. Charlotte hums, “Harry had his personal shopper pick it out. She’s got great taste.”

“Yes she does.” You agree, smiling as you look down at the ring. It’s beautiful and you wish that you would own something like this one day. “But Harry had final approval. I can’t expect him to waste time on things like that.”

His mom hums, knowing her son is nothing but practical and she appreciates that you seem to know that about him. Most women would want him to spend days picking out a ring. Harry doesn’t have that kind of time. “So tomorrow we are spending the day on the beach.” His mom says after you’ve all finished eating, “so get a good night’s sleep.”

“Oh that sounds amazing.” You promise. “I need to soak up some sun.” You wink at Harry. The dinner has been uncomfortable at times, but you think that it’s gone well in achieving your goals. His parents are a little wary of you. “Is it a topless beach?”

Harry nearly chokes on his Cabernet and Charlotte can’t help but giggle. His mom’s eyes widen, “certainly not.” Her husband tilts his head, “I mean…technically. Since it’s a private beach.” He muses and Peter looks at Harry with raised eyebrows. Harry hates that his cock twitches at the thought of you laid out in the sun with your tits on display. He can almost taste your skin on his tongue.

“Well, even if it is a private beach….” His mother huffs, making you aware that she does not approve. “Don’t go topless.” You supply, making it sound boring and you sigh. “I understand.”

Peter chuckles and Charlotte nudges him under the table and gives him a look to say “behave.” Harry rubs your shoulder after putting his arm on the back of your chair, “it’s okay, baby.” He murmurs and you pout a little to liven up your act. “I think we are going to bed. Long day today.” Peter announces after Charlotte slides her hand along his thigh and Harry nods, “us too.” He says, squeezing your shoulder. “Very well. See you all for breakfast tomorrow.” His mom orders and within minutes, the elder Mr. & Mrs. Castillo are left alone.

“Miguel…..” Harry’s mother frowns as she looks towards the entryway to the dining room where you and Harry have disappeared to go up to your room. “I don’t know if this was wise. Harry jumping into dating this Lucy woman.” She admits, knowing that she has pressured him to settle down and find someone, but that is because she wants him to be happy and maybe give her grandchildren before she passes on.

“Carmen, he’s a grown man. He will do what he wants to do. You wanted him to settle down. She seems nice. She’s beautiful. Maybe a little raucous but Harry could use some excitement. He’s always been so focused on his success. Who cares if his wife is a little less classy and more fun?” He shrugs, walking over to take her hand, “let him be.”

She doesn’t say anything else, knowing that he won’t believe her. She has always been suspicious about the women in her sons’ lives. No one has been good enough for her babies and that has bitten her in the ass. She’s just now gotten Peter married and now Harry is apparently settling down. “I love you.” She sighs softly, knowing that she had been lucky in love. She just wants the same for Harry.

Miguel kisses her softly, hoping his son has found a happiness like he found with Carmen. He nudges his nose against hers and pulls her close. “Everything will be fine, mi amor.” He promises and rubs her back. 

**** 

Harry stares out of the window, the sun rising as he stands there, shirtless, and he glances back at you as you lay in his bed. You’re beautiful, the sunlight is golden on your face, and his heart flutters at the diamond glistening on your hand. He’s reminded of that night with you in the igloo and that’s why he couldn’t sleep. That night keeps flashing in his mind.

You hum softly, pulled from sleep naturally as the sunlight starts to fill the room. Shifting and opening your eyes as you spot Harry standing at the window, looking down on the beach. “The view good?” You ask sleepily as you come up on your elbow. “My view is.”

He smirks as he looks over his shoulder at you after he turns back towards the sunrise. “It’s beautiful inside and outside.” He says and turns to you, walking over to the bed to take a seat on the edge. “Good morning.” He murmurs, reaching out to caress your cheek.

He looks so soft, so kissable. His hair is disheveled and he looks rumpled, something you rarely see. Just in these private moments and you feel special that you get to see them. “Should I wear my bikini to breakfast?” You ask with a grin, leaning into his touch. “Or should I wait to shock her until later?”

He chuckles, lowering his hand from your cheek, “maybe later. Don’t need her having a heart attack over the bagels and smoked salmon.” He pinches your chin playfully, “you wanna shower first or shall I?”

You bite your lip, wanting to offer to shower together but this weekend isn’t about sex. It’s not about those stupid feelings that you’ve got for him. “You go first.” You encourage. “You’ll take less time.”

He nods, leaning in to kiss the top of your head until he pushes off the bed to make his way into the bathroom. His heart is thumping and he hates how he wonders if you would’ve joined him if he asked. While he’s under the spray of the water, he realizes he hadn’t thought about Lucy once.

While Harry is showering, you pull out a modest dress to wear down to breakfast. It’s one of your favorites and you feel like you need to cover up a little since your bikini will be under it. You also pull out a pair of trunks you had bought for Harry. Another pair that you thought would be perfect for him.

Harry brushes his teeth and shaves to touch up his facial hair and he realizes he left his trunks in the room. He opens the door to the bathroom and strides over to his suitcase, unaware of the way your jaw has dropped at the sight of him, droplets still rolling down the muscles of his back.

God, he’s fucking gorgeous. You drool for a moment until you realize he’s looking for trunks. “I bought you a new pair.” You manage to choke out, picking them up and waving them when he turns around.

He turns his body towards you, smiling as your fingers brush when he takes the trunks. “Thanks, honey.” He winks and makes his way back into the bathroom to change. He loves everything you pick out for him. You really understand his style and challenge him a little to try new things. He comes back out to grab a linen shirt, “bathroom is all yours.”

“Thanks.” You smile. “Go on down to breakfast and complain that I take so long to get ready. I’m going to wear a very proper dress over my bikini so I don’t give mummy a conniption.” You joke, grabbing the strings and a dress.

Harry chuckles and nods, grabbing his phone, “take your time. She will hate it.” He grins wickedly and then his eyes drift to the strings in your hand. That’s a bikini? Looks like fucking dental floss. His jaw twitches when his smile falls and he decides to duck out of the room before he does something stupid like ask you to wear that and nothing else all day in this room.

You listen to him, taking your time and making sure that everyone has started eating breakfast while you shower and shave. Making sure that your makeup is light and yet alluring, and brushing your teeth. Twenty minutes have passed before you are making your way down to the dining room.

Harry sighs, checking his watch, “she should be down any minute.” He says as his family sip their coffee and pick at their food to not be impolite. When you finally appear, Peter mutters, “thank God, I’m starving.” Carmen offers you a small but stiff smile, “good morning.” Harry stands to pull out the chair for you. Breakfast has been served on the patio overlooking the water.

“Oh this looks delicious.” You compliment as you look down. “I am sorry for being so late. Harry knows I take forever to get ready.” You give a small laugh. “Have to look good for him. That’s the most important thing.” God it sounds so shallow and you would never say it normally. You flash a smile up to him as he sits back down.

Harry rubs your shoulder when you’re sitting down and you reach for the croissant. Carmen hums, “I had the bagels brought in from the city this morning.” She says, almost like it’s insulting that you didn’t reach for a bagel, and you shrug, “I prefer croissants.” Carmen looks at Miguel who rubs her thigh under the table and Harry clears his throat, “I had an email from Doctor Jenson who wants to invest in-” Harry says to Peter but Carmen stops him, “Harry. No business talk this weekend. It can wait until Monday.” She orders and Harry sighs, “yes, mama.”

You eat your eggs, wishing you had a bagel since you actually love them, but you are committed to the bit. “That’s okay.” You promise him with a sultry smile. “You will forget about work when we are laying in the sun and you are rubbing me down with sunscreen.” You tease. “You always like touching me. Makes you forget about everything else.”

Harry's cock twitches in his trunks at the thought but the way his mother reacts with a slight wrinkle of her nose has him nodding, "honey...not in front of my mother." He reprimands you softly by leaning in and you take the opportunity to kiss him. He barely has time to react when your tongue slides into his mouth, making him suppress his moan as his mother looks on in horror, his dad averting his eyes while Peter chuckles at the faux display of affection.

You can feel the surprise, the restraint in his body as he leans into your kiss. He wants more, you can tell. His lips chase yours when you pull back, and you reach up to caress his cheek gently. “I love you.” You murmur softly, making his mother sigh softly as she presses her napkin to her mouth.

Harry knows his mother is torn. She wants him to settle down and also she’s worried that you won’t be good enough for her eldest son. He kisses your cheek and you settle back into your seat to finish breakfast. Soon enough, everyone is gathered on the beach, cabanas and loungers set up. Drinks ready with snacks and you are certain this is better than any all inclusive you’ve been to.

Harry sighs as he sits down next to you. The dress has been swapped for a cover up. Glasses on your eyes but you pull them down to look him up and down. “You look good enough to eat, baby.” You tease.

Harry flusters a little and you reach for the hem of your coverup to pull it over your head and Harry swears he goes into cardiac arrest. Bikini…it’s more like fucking dental floss and his cock immediately hardens and he has to cross his legs to conceal his arousal.

You chuckle quietly when you see Harry’s reaction to your bathing suit. It’s more revealing than anything you would really wear, but it’s perfect for today. “Baby, would you rub me down?” You ask, bending over to dig your sunscreen out of your bag.

“Uh, yeah, in a second.” He answers and Peter chuckles from the next lounger over. Charlotte slaps him with her magazine and Carmen drops her jaw at the skimpy bikini. Miguel averts his eyes and Harry takes the bottle you hand him. He inhales deeply, adjusting himself as he stands up.

You huff. “Don’t sound so eager to help.” You snark, rolling your eyes for dramatic effect. You know that this is the perfect time to start being annoyed at Harry so you can end up blowing up at him and ending the engagement. “God, you never want to help me.”

Harry knows what you’re doing but he hates it. He hates seeing the way you roll your eyes at him. He huffs, playing along, “because you always need help. I swear you can’t do anything by yourself.”

“Me? That’s rich, isn’t it?” You hiss. “The man who can’t pick out an outfit without a personal shopper. Or a pair of socks. Complaint about me not doing anything by myself.” You squeal when he starts to rub the cream on your body. “You’re supposed to warm it up!”

Harry growls as he harshly rubs in the cream, “I’m busy working. I wish I could sit around all day having coffee and playing matchmaker like it’s so damn hard.” He argues back, feeling like he’s getting out his true thoughts about Lucy if he’s honest with himself.

You huff dramatically and pull away from him. “Is that what you think?” You demand. “You think I don’t work? That I’m just playing at matching people?” You grab the sunscreen from him. “I don’t need your help, anymore.” You hiss. “Why don’t you go make some money since that’s all you’re good at doing?”

Harry shakes his head, tossing the bottle onto the sand, and he sits back down on his lounger. Your words do sting a little. Words he’s heard from past lovers that felt he didn’t dedicate enough time to them since he was constantly working. “Whatever. Just remember that my work paid that ring on your damn finger.”

You can sense Carmen frowning at you, but you ignore everyone as you sit down in your lounger and pull out your phone. You send Harry a quick text. “You’re doing great. I think that they are seeing that the relationship isn’t perfect. Soon they will be begging you to not marry Lucy.”

He texts back, “I hate it though.” He doesn’t like fighting with you. It leaves a bad taste in his mouth. He puts his phone down and reaches for his beer, taking a sip as he looks out at the ocean while you pretend to pout.

You hate it too, but he asked you to help him out of this situation. You really love spending time with Harry and you understand how difficult and consuming his job can be. You spend a couple of minutes sending emails and answering requests as you are ‘pouting’ until he sighs. “What’s wrong?”

He huffs, “I don’t want us to fight. Come here, baby.” He orders, patting his lap. His parents are talking quietly while Peter and Charlotte pretend to read their magazine and book. You huff but straddle him, his hands immediately finding your waist. “I’m sorry.” He murmurs, “I didn’t mean to be an asshole.”

“You aren’t an asshole.” Those words are whispered quiet enough so no one but him can hear before you raise your voice slightly. “You should be sorry.” You huff, still pouting prettily. “I am the best thing that will ever happen to you, Castillo.” Your fingers run through his hair gently. “Don’t you forget it.”

He grunts when you tug on his hair slightly and his cock twitches in his trunks. Shit, he likes that. He caresses your hips, “I know. I know, baby.” He says and his mom looks over at you, shaking her head slightly.

You lean forward, shamelessly pressing your lips to his, tongue sliding into his mouth easily. Putting on a display that would be brazen to his mother. Harry doesn’t mind from the way his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you forward for a moment before he is breaking the kiss.

He pants, knowing you can feel him pressing into you and you smirk, caressing his cheek. He nudges his nose against yours and you shift off of him, settling back onto your lounger and his mom leans in to his dad who says quietly, “leave it, Carmen.”

You smirk to yourself, eyes closed behind your glasses for a moment as you lean back against the lounger. Harry still wants you, even though you know it can’t happen it’s nice to know that he still can be turned on by you. You can feel his mother glaring at you, and you just stick your tits up higher to get more vitamin D from the sun.

**** 

You laid in the sun for a while until his mom declared it’s time to get ready for dinner. “It’s in a couple of hours but I suppose you’ll be sufficiently ready by that time.” She says to you to make a point and Peter bites his lip to smother his smirk while Charlotte ducks her head. Both of them know this act is crazy but they won’t give up the gig just yet. Both of them are too amused by what’s going on.

“It depends on how long Harry takes.” You smile at his mother and roll your eyes. “He’s got this issue with sharing a shower. I don’t understand it.” You are completely making it up, but it sounds plausible.

“Maybe because you distract me.” Harry says, wrapping his arm around your waist and you chuckle, “oh yeah. I guess that’s why. I’d take twice as long to get ready if we showered together. He likes to take his time unless he’s ready worked up.” Harry chuckles and his mom frowns a little, not particularly wanting those details about her son. Soon you’re back in the room and Harry feels like he can breathe a little.

“I’m not going to dress slutty tonight.” You promise him with a soft smile. “I don’t want to give your mother a heart attack again.” You had limited outfits you had brought and you don’t feel like you need to tonight when you had worn that skimpy bikini earlier. “That sound good?”

Harry frowns, “isn’t everything you wear a little slutty?” He asks, knowing that everything you’ve got in your case is a little revealing. You’d packed for a purpose and he knows that nothing will be what his mother considers conservative.

That stings for some reason. His comments about how beautiful you looked every night of the trip to Iceland now in doubt as he arches his brow doubtfully at you. You press your lips together and just grunt as you pull out a dress that isn’t quite as high cut as the one last night but your entire back will be on display. You can’t wear underwear or a bra with it. “That’s me.” You quip tightly. “A little slutty.”

He frowns at your reaction as you stride off into the bathroom and he sighs, deciding to grab a shower in one of the spare guest bathrooms so you can take your time. He needs some air. Being around you has him questioning everything, especially what happened with Lucy. He’s barely thought about her since you agreed to go to Iceland with him and that makes him anxious. Why have you gotten under his skin like this?

You take your time. Irritated that you are irritated at Harry. This is what he bought you here for and you are acting like he’s being an asshole to you, not ‘Lucy’. Still, your stomach twists when you think about the soft apology he had given you, his hands on your hips and his eyes boring into yours. It had felt real for a moment. Shaving and lotioning your body before you start putting on your makeup. Reminding yourself that you are here to make them happy he doesn’t marry Lucy.

Harry is soon dressed and makes his way back to the bedroom, making sure he knocks and when you call out for him to come in, he sneaks back inside. His eyes widen when he sees you, your back exposed as you stand in front of the mirror to put your earrings in. You look incredible and he wants to step over to kiss your shoulder.

“Ready on time.” You huff, although it’s not as sharp as it might have been before your shower. Lines are getting blurred and you have to remember why you are here. “Good.” Harry nods and straightens up, pulling himself taller like he normally does when he’s feeling a little unsure of himself. “Then let’s go face your mother.” You turn from the mirror and brace yourself. You feel like tonight will be the night and you are dreading it.

Harry nods, opening the bedroom door for you and he watches you as you stride past him. He sighs softly and follows you until you are both in the reception room, eager to get your hands on a drink. "There you are and on time, how wonderful!" Carmen grins and her eyes land on your outfit. It's not as bad as last night's dress but it's still too revealing for her taste.

“I thought it would be rude to be late all day.” You admit, liking Carmen and wishing that you didn’t have to make her hate you. “And it helps that I’m starving.” You laugh slightly as you take the drink offered and sit down on one of the many sofas in the room.

Carmen hums, “that’s a beautiful dress.” She says, “not exactly dinner appropriate but beautiful nonetheless.” She offers you a backhanded compliment, wanting to be nice to her son’s fiance but it’s hard when she’s not what her son deserves.

Your smile is brittle and you know that the point is for her not to like you but it stings. “Apparently you and your son are more alike than just in business.” You comment, taking a sip of your wine. Too bad the night is putting a bad taste in your mouth since this is a lovely Chardonnay. “Harry thinks I dress like a slut.”

Harry scoffs, playing along, “well if it barks like a dog…” He trails off and you turn to look at him with hurt on your face. Damn you are really acting the hell out of this. Harry feels sick treating you like this and he wants to stop. You narrow your eyes at him, “you’re a bastard.” He shakes his head, “and you’re a bitch.” He hates the way your face falls and Peter takes a step forward. “Harry. That’s damn far. This whole thing has gone too damn far. Apologize to her. Apologize to-” He says your name. Your actual name.

You freeze for a moment, the silence hanging in the air until Carmen repeats your name. The hurt of realizing that Harry doesn’t respect you at all is still making your chest ache. Stomach twisting as you blurt out. “Harry’s been lying this entire weekend.” You leap to your feet and the wine glass nearly breaks as you set it down on the side table. “Excuse me.” You need to leave. Now. You can’t stay here a second longer when you are about to cry.

Harry’s jaw is on the floor and his mother frowns in confusion, “what is she talking about?” She says the name Peter mentioned, “who is that? Her name is Lucy. What the hell? Explain, Haroldo Castillo. Now.” She orders and Harry watches you stride from the room. Charlotte follows you, leaving the family to hear what Harry has to say. “What is going on, mijo?” Miguel asks and Harry swallows harshly, “she’s not Lucy. Lucy and I broke up before I went to Iceland.” He says your name, “she’s my personal shopper. Not my fiance. I just - I couldn’t see the disappointment on your face, mama.”

“I am disappointed now.” Carmen frowns and shakes her head, looking at Peter with just as much disappointment. “You hired that woman, to what? Does this personal shopper always act this way?” She demands and Peter snorts. “No.” He promises. “She’s sweet and kind. Probably why she agreed to go along with this stupid idea.” Peter looks over at his brother. “You have been pressuring Harry to settle down since Charlotte and I got engaged, mama.” He tells her. “You would have blamed him for it if he told you that Lucy broke up with him.”

Miguel understands but doesn’t agree with what Harry has done. His wife has been on the back of both her sons, wanting grandchildren before she’s too old to enjoy them, and he’s warned her of pushing her children away. “Carmen, mi amor, you would have been disappointed.” He says and Harry nods in agreement, “I didn’t want to disappoint you.” Carmen stares at her son, “you have disappointed me. Treating a woman like you have. I might not have agreed with her wardrobe choices but I never degraded her.” She says and Harry lowers his eyes to the floor.

“She doesn’t dress like that really.” Harry murmurs softly, feeling incredibly guilty as you rush up the stairs with tears blurring your eyes. You hear your name being called behind you. “Wait!” You stop and turn, halfway up the steps to find Charlotte chasing after you. “I - I have to go.” You beg her to understand, knowing that you will sound insane if you try to explain why. “Please.”

“Don’t go. Harry can explain everything. We know you aren’t like this. He’s just - he’s a man and he doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. I see the way you two look at each other. It was - he never looked at Lucy that way. You’re different and it’s clear that you’re both just dancing around the fact that you love each other. Don’t go. Just - just give him a chance to repair this.” She pleads, knowing you and Harry have something beyond business.

“I can’t.” You shake your head. “This is-“ You’re shaken that she’s just clocked that you’re in love with Harry. You barely recognized that reality because you’ve been fighting it. You want to believe her, but you know that she’s wrong. “I’m not what he wants.” You smile at her, grateful that she’s being so kind. “Thank you for being a good sister-in-law to him.”

Charlotte sighs, knowing she won’t be able to convince you. “Come on, I’ll help you pack and we will get you back to the city.” She promises, taking your hand to guide you upstairs to the bedroom you’ve been sharing with Harry who is currently downstairs still talking to his parents. “I don’t know what to do. I just - this was so stupid and it never - I thought it would be easy and you’d be relieved when you heard I’d broken up with her - Lucy - and then I didn’t expect to feel like this. I don't know what to do, mama. Tell me what to do.” He orders and Carmen steps forward to cup her son’s cheeks. “Do you love her? The real her?” She asks and Harry takes a moment to process until he slowly nods in her grip. “Then go talk to her.” She orders and Harry makes his way upstairs, feeling like he’s going out of his mind. He says your name as he opens the door and his eyes widen when he sees the room is empty of your things. He sees Charlotte walk down the hall and he looks at her from the doorway of the room. “Where is she?” He asks and she sighs, “she left, Harry. She’s gone back to the city. I had our driver drop her off at the station.” Harry spins on his heel and rushes downstairs to his parents who are pacing in the living room. “She’s gone. She left and I - what do I do?” He chokes, heart clenching in pain and terror. Carmen steps forward, “you go after her. Quick. Before she leaves town. Go get her, mijo. You love her. Go tell her.” Harry nods, chest heaving. “Take my car.” Miguel insists, “keys are inside.” He orders and Harry runs off to the garage.

The train is about a half hour out. Giving you plenty of time to wallow is misery as you hold onto your bag. You had changed, something much more comfortable than the dress you had worn downstairs. Simple pants and a blouse. Your makeup has been washed off, the tears had made your mascara run and it was just better to have a clean face. You swallow harshly as you check your phone and then look down the line, hoping the train comes early so you can get back to the city. You need to get this ring off your finger and you have managed to leave the box in Harry’s room at his mother’s house.

Harry speeds to the station, his heart pounding, and he pulls up outside, throwing the car in park and leaping out. “Sir, you can’t leave that there-” The security guard says and Harry tosses him the key, “then move it.” The security guard watches him go with a shake of his head, “I ain’t no damn valet.” Harry’s chest heaves as he rushes inside, searching the platform for you until his eyes land on you sitting on a bench. He calls your name, running over to you. “Why did you leave?” He demands.

Your eyes widen, shocked to see him at the station and you shake your head. “Harry- I- I can’t-“ you hate that you feel your eyes start filling with tears. “I’m sorry, I can’t- I can’t do this.” You put your hands up when he steps closer. “This is- it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have agreed to this. It’s crazy to pretend like you wouldn’t be amazing and I’m sorry that Lucy broke up with you, I am.”

Harry shakes his head, “it’s my fault. I asked you to do this and I - I have treated you - I’ve been unforgivable. I’ve been an asshole. I tried to play along but I struggled and then I went too far. I’m so sorry. Let me drive you back to the city.” He pleads, “if you want to leave.

“No, no, it’s me.” You shake your head again. “I’m sorry, Harry. I know this is just a favor for you, but we- I stopped seeing you as just a friend.” You swallow harshly. “I made the foolish mistake of falling in love with you. And you aren’t ready for anything and even if you were, you wouldn’t want a relationship with me.”

Harry stares at you in shock. He never imagined you'd feel like that. He thought you were trying to be a good friend. His silence must be too long because you choke on embarrassment and he shakes his head, "what are you talking about? You're - of course I want a relationship with you. I imagined it from the moment we got on the plane to Iceland. That night in the igloo hasn't stopped playing in my damned mind. I - I stopped thinking about Lucy the first day in Iceland. All I can think about is you and in some way, this - pretending to be engaged to you for my parents was my way of hanging onto you for a little longer. I want a relationship with you. I want that ring on your finger to actually mean something. You were my friend and without me even knowing it, you've become the woman I want to be with. I love you, honey. I love you. Please, don't go back to the city. Come back with me. Let me tell my parents who you really are. Let me show them the woman I'm in love with."

“Harry….” You want that so badly, wanting to be with him. He loves you. That is almost impossible to believe but he is looking at you like you are his world. “Your parents hate me. I made them hate me, or Lucy, but it’s my face they know.”

He shakes his head, "they don't hate you. They hate the way you acted but I explained that you aren't like that. That you were pretending. They understand. They want me to be happy. Please, don't go back to the city." He pleads, kneeling down on one knee in front of you, "stay with me. Let me show you how much I love you."

“Harry.” You cover your mouth, aware that Harry does not do overly dramatic gestures. He had told you about the conversation about fighting in public and you know this is just as equally embarrassing to him. So for him to kneel down to beg in public is a gesture you never imagined from him. You grab his shoulders and kneel down with him. “I love you.” You promise him. “You are the best, kindest man I have ever known.” You smile. “I don’t care if you work all the time, or if you need me to dress you. I love you just as you are. I’ll stay.” You reach up and cup his cheek. “I’ll stay baby.”

He grins, relieved that you’re staying, and he finally realizes what Lucy was talking about. Right now, he doesn’t give a shit what people think, and he surges forward to press his lips to yours, his hands grabbing your waist to pull you closer as you both kneel on the dirty floor of the train station.

You can’t help but giggle against his lips, relieved that he feels the same way and a little overwhelmed by the idea. Your arms wind around his neck and you sigh softly as he pecks your lips again and again. “I love you.”

He nudges his nose against yours, “let’s go back to the house. I need to introduce my parents to you. The real you.” He says and you nod. He takes your hand to help you stand up, grabbing your suitcase with his free hand just as the train rolls in and he looks at you. “You can go if you want? Both of us. I’ll go back to the city with you if you don’t want to see them.”

“No.” You squeeze his hand gently. “I need to apologize to your mother.” You admit. “I have been rude and even though that was the point, I hated it.”

He nods, guiding you outside to find the security guard standing by his car, glancing around. “Hey man. The police are coming to take this away. You can’t just leave your damn car outside.” He says and Harry sighs, “it was an emergency. This woman was about to leave and I needed to tell her something important. Listen, I am leaving now. Can we just go?” He asks and the security guard sighs, “what was the important thing?” Harry squeezes your hand, “that I’m in love with her.” He says and the security guard huffs, “shit. My lady would love this story and if I end it with ‘the dude got arrested’ she will bitch at me. Go. Go. Before I change my mind.” He orders, tossing the keys at Harry who takes them and you grin, “thank you.” The security guard nods and watches as Harry puts your case in the trunk, opens the door for you and within moments, he’s pulling away from the curb. “Love me some love.” The guard mutters with a fond smile. “Are you sure I will be welcomed back?” You ask, unsure of how you will be received this time. Harry reaches for your hand, bringing it up to kiss the back of it. “My mother told me to come get you.” He promises. “To admit how I felt and not let you slip away.”

He drives back to the house, pulling up, and he cuts the engine once he’s parked. “You ready?” He asks and you nod. He helps you out of the car, leaving the case to the butler, and he escorts you inside to find his parents pacing in the living room. “You’re back.” His mom announces with relief and Harry nods, “mama, papa. I’d like to introduce the woman I love.” He says your name, “she was my personal shopper and a dear friend. Now, she’s my future.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Castillo.” You step forward and duck your head slightly. “I have to apologize for the way I acted before, please try not to judge me too harshly. I was-“ you glance over at Harry. “Trying to make sure you were relieved when he told you that he wasn’t marrying me.” You tilt your head. “Or rather, Lucy.” You sigh. “You are both very nice people and I’m sorry for lying to you.”

Carmen nods, “Harry explained to us what he was doing. Even if it was a ridiculous idea. I want my son to settle down but I want even more for him to be happy. Whoever that is with. Or not with. I just - I got caught up and I’m sorry for how I treated you. You’re a beautiful woman and I can see now that Harry loves you. Can we start over?”

You smile, grateful. “I would love that.” You promise, reaching out and taking her hand. “And I promise I don’t dress like that normally.” You add, making Miguel laugh as Carmen pulls you in for a hug.

Carmen smiles when you pull away and she tilts her head, “I can’t wait to see your true style. If the way you’ve improved Harry’s clothing is anything to go by, I’ll be hiring you to help me with my next wardrobe.” She says and you nod, “absolutely.” Harry leans in to kiss your forehead, his hand on your waist.

You lean into his side and smile as you sigh happily. “Although I’m going to make Harry pick out the ring this time.” You tease, lifting a brow at him playfully. “You can’t expect me to pick out my own ring, can you?” Honestly you don’t care if you keep this one, it’s beautiful and it’s not like it was ever worn by Lucy. You are just teasing him to see him huff.

"You can keep that to wear for general use. I am going to buy you your engagement ring." He promises, never wanting you to have a ring picked for another woman, even if you did pick it. Your taste is different to Lucy's. You deserve your own ring.

“Harry…” instead of him huffing, you are huffing, “this is an expensive ring.” You remind him, making him snort. “I can afford it, sweetheart.” He reminds you, but you bite your lip. “We can still return it.”

He shrugs, “if you want. If not, it’s yours to keep. But it won’t be your engagement ring.” He promises and his mom is beaming at this progress. “It’s late. You too go get some sleep and tomorrow, I look forward to getting to know the real you.” Carmen says as Miguel reaches for her hand. “Goodnight mama, papa.” Harry nods at his parents and you bid them goodnight before he guides you to the stairs, his stomach twisting with the emotions that are flowing through him.

You come back to the familiar room and you bite your lip, remembering how upset you had been when you left. “Sorry for leaving.” You murmur softly when Harry closes the door behind him. “I just thought it was best.”

He shakes his head, reaching for your waist to drag you closer to him. "It's okay. I understand. I was an asshole and I didn't see what was right in front of my face. You are - I was hung up on Lucy for all of 12 hours in Iceland until you showed me that I wasn't happy with her. You make me happy. I fell in love with you during that trip and I should've - I was a coward. I didn't want to get rejected again. I love you. I didn't even know what that felt like until you were gone and I realized that I was going to lose you. I'm so glad you're here and I don't want to let you go again."

“I love you too.” You promise. “I fell in love with you on the trip too. I just didn’t think you would ever love me, so I didn’t let myself believe that you would want something with me.”

Harry caresses your waist and nudges his nose against yours. “Let me - let me show you, baby.” He murmurs, needing to feel you again. You nod, tilting your head to press your lips to his and he groans. His hands slide lower to squeeze your ass and he deepens the kiss by sliding his tongue into your mouth.

You’ve only had one night in bed with him. At least one night of sex and you desperately want to touch him again. Letting him take over the kiss and wrapping your arms around his neck as he starts to guide you towards the bed. “Thinking about the bikini, aren’t you?” You tease as he starts to kiss down your neck after breaking away from your lips.

Harry smirks against your skin, “thinking about all of you.” He reveals, “you look gorgeous in everything and nothing. I need to feel you again, show you how I feel. You’re so fucking gorgeous, honey. I love every inch of you.” He says as he hooks his fingers in the straps of your dress, pulling them down your arms to expose your lace bra.

You hum, smoking to yourself as you feel his cock starting to twitch against your stomach hard already. “I love you too.” Your fingers find the buttons of his shirt and you start to undo them. “Want to feel you inside me again.”

“You will. First I want to make you fall apart for me. Loved seeing it. Loved tasting it and feeling it.” He says as he reaches for the clasp of your bra, dragging it down to expose your tits and he groans. He interrupts you unbuttoning his shirt so he can duck down to wrap his lips around your nipple.

“Oh fuck!” You gasp when he suckles, body shuddering in pleasure from the heat and pressure of his lips. “Baby, you are so good.” You praise as your eyes slip closed. “Thought about that night so many times since then.” Which is crazy since it hasn’t even been a full week until today.

He groans, his fingers digging into your ass as you arch your chest into his mouth. One hand slides along the seam of your dress until he manages to find the zipper. He pinches it between his thick fingers and pulls it down until the dress pools at your feet.

It’s amazing how quickly he’s managed to undress you. Standing in his arms in your panties and the heels you had been wearing are quickly kicked off, making your height several inches shorter than before.

Harry groans, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he ducks until he’s lifting you up and carrying you over to the bed. When you’re laying on it, his hands slide along your legs until he’s hooking his fingers in your panties. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

“You’re just saying that because I love you,” you tease, reaching out and caressing his arm. “You are gorgeous. I’m the luckiest woman alive.”

He shakes his head, “it’s because it’s true.” He promises and tosses your panties over his shoulder. He inhales deeply as he pushes your thighs apart, wanting to see more of you and he groans when your slick folds are presented to him. “Fuck.” He mutters, shifting onto his belly so he can lean down and flatten his tongue through your folds.

You whine his name, legs falling open even more as you completely relax and let him do what he wants with you. Harry likes to eat pussy, that is obvious and you aren’t someone to stop him from doing what he loves. Especially when he is so good at it. “God, baby,” you coo. “You’ve been thinking about this haven’t you? Thinking about eating my pussy?”

He twitches in his pants at your words, lifting up for a moment from your cunt to nod, “yes. Fuck, could literally taste you on my lips when I thought about it.” He confesses and dives back in, flicking his tongue over your clit while his hands grip your hips.

“Fuck.” You arch up, pushing your hips down until he stops you from moving. Grunting into your folds and watching as you curl your fingers into the sheets. “God, I wanted to fuck you on that beach today.” You confess breathlessly. “Just ride you right there.”

He chuckles, sliding one hand down until he’s caressing your folds, “everyone would’ve had a heart attack but shit, I wanted you to ride me too. That bikini nearly sent me into cardiac arrest.” He smirks and leans in to suck on your clit while pushing a thick digit into your dripping wet pussy.

Your fingers slide through his hair and you moan softly. Happy to let him do whatever he wants to you as long as this doesn’t stop. “You are always so sexy.” You moan. “Doesn’t matter what you are wearing.”

He hums around your clit, loving to hear that, and he slowly pumps his finger in and out until he adds a second one. Pushing both into your pussy, he loves how you moan his name. Grinding into the bed is his only relief but he refuses to do anything until you’ve fallen apart for him like this.

It’s so unfair that he won't let you suck his cock while he eats you out. “One day I’m going to suck you off while you eat my pussy.” You moan. “You’ve got to let me. You taste so good baby.”

He nods, pulling off your clit for a moment, “we have plenty of days ahead of us. Right now, I want to worship you. Apologize for what I’ve done.” He explains and flicks his tongue over your clit while curling his fingers a little deeper.

You don’t think he’s been horrible, but you aren’t going to argue with him. Too busy feeling the way that his fingers curl into the perfect spot and press into something wonderful. “Oh Harry.” You whimper. “Fuck, you are so good at this.” You moan. “This is your job, from now on. Retire and just spend all day eating me out.”

He chuckles into your wet flesh, enjoying how much you are lost in the sensations he’s giving you. He works his fingers a little faster into that spot that makes you whimper. “I could. Don’t need to keep working.” He confesses, “could spend all day. Eating. Your. Cunt.” He says between sucks on your clit.

You whine, legs tensing around his shoulders. “Fuck baby, keep going, I’m so close.” You feel your body starting to shake. Taken apart from the way his fingers curl and his tongue devastates you. “Harry.” You whimper right before a scream rips out of you.

You clamp down on his fingers so tightly that his cock violently throbs against his belly while you convulse, a cry escaping your lips whine you tug on his hair. Fuck, you’re perfect. He swears he nearly cums from the way you squeeze his fingers and he works you through it.

He doesn’t stop until your walls are quaking and your thighs are shaking around his body. “Oh god, oh god.” You pant, eyes closed as you try to catch your breath. “Harry, I need you to fuck me.” You beg.

He groans, pulling back from your pussy with your slick shining on his chin and he nods, shifting to kneel between your legs. He shrugs off his shirt and you lean forward to work the buttons of his pants open. “Fuck. You’re - baby.” He groans when you manage to free his cock to wrap your fingers around it. You moan and he bats your hand away so he can shift off the bed to shove his pants down so he’s naked.

“God, baby, you are so sexy.” You love how proud his cock juts out, hard and already leaking from how turned on he is. “I want you to fuck me.” You remind him, “show me how much you love me. How much you want me to be yours.”

“I will.” He promises, shuffling closer, and he grips his cock. Pumping himself as he positions himself between your thighs. His dark eyes meet yours as he falls to his elbow and notches himself at your entrance. “I love you.” He murmurs as he pushes into you slowly.

“Ohhhhh I love you.” You moan softly, reaching up and caressing his cheek as he fills you. “I love you, Harry.” You promise again, leaning up to press your lips to his. He feels incredible, so thick and perfect inside you.

He slides his tongue into your mouth, taking a moment to savor the feel of you squeezing him. It takes his breath away and he gasps when he pulls away from your mouth. Harry pulls his hips back slowly, pressing his lips to your neck as he pushes back into you at a pace that seems almost lazy but his thrust is steady.

“Fuck.” You love that he’s not in a hurry. He rocks into you like he has all night. The truth is, he does. No one is going to interrupt you and there are no doubts this time. There is just the feeling of completely belonging as he fills you again and again.

“You’re so perfect, baby. Should’ve seen you before Lucy. Before everything.” He confesses, “you’re so beautiful.” He doesn’t rush his thrusts even if his back hurts a little but he wants to enjoy every second of this night with you. The first time he makes love to you.

You caress and stroke his sides and his back. Wanting to participate as much as possible. Your legs wrap around him, not wanting him to pull too far back. “This is what I want, you are what I want.” You vow. “Just you baby.”

He hums, knowing that means more to him than any amount of money he could have. Harry slides his hands under you, needing you closer, and he ducks his head until he’s taking your nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck.” You pant out the curse and squeeze your legs around him more. “You are so good, baby.” You moan his name and close your eyes. “You’re so deep inside me.”

He grunts, wanting you to cum for him again so he shifts one hand from behind your back so he can snake it between you. Your answering whimper when his thumb presses against your clit. He bites down on your puckered nipple, swirling his tongue around it until he switches to the other side. Your cry has him smiling against your skin while his thumb continues to rub circles on your clit. He needs you to cum for him before he explodes. You’re too hot and tight around him.

“Baby, you’re gonna make me cum.” You pant, breathless and feeling the way that your body is tensing up. “Want you to cum with me.” You beg, turning your head and nipping at his pulse with your teeth before kissing along his throat. “Cum, Harry, cum with meeeeee!” You squeal the last word as your orgasm crashes through you and your nails dig into his back.

He pants as you clamp down on his cock. So fucking tight it makes his eyes roll into the back of his head. He releases your nipple with a pop and shifts back to look at you as you fall apart. He grunts, pushing deep into you with a growl and he twitches violently as he starts to paint your walls with his hot seed. “Fuck. Oh fuck.” He chokes, eyes sliding shut with pleasure.

You manage to open your eyes, wanting to see how he looks when he falls apart over you. He’s beautiful and you moan in pleasure when you feel the heat of his release filling you. “I love you.” You pant, reaching up to stroke his cheek as he rides out his orgasm.

He hums, caressing your side as he tries to not squash you underneath his body. Harry inhales deeply, chest vibrating, and he rolls so you are laying on his chest. His cock is softening against your thigh, slipped out from the roll, and he caresses your back. “I love you too.”

You sigh softly and your fingers trail across his chest. “We will figure everything out, but I want you to know that if you need more time, I’ll wait.” You promise. “I know that it’s been a lot of change for you in a short time and you don’t like a lot of change.”

He hums, “I thought I’d need more time, but honestly? I just realized that I didn’t see what’s been in front of me the entire time. I don’t want to rush but I know what I want and I’m tired of waiting. This is more than I’ve ever felt. I’ve never felt like this before.” He murmurs, kissing your forehead.

You twist your head to smile up at him sleepily. “Love doesn’t seem so difficult now, does it?” You ask, teasing but you feel the same way. It’s so easy with Harry, sliding into place like he’s always belonged with you.

He chuckles, remembering what he always used to say. “Not with the right person. It’s easier than breathing.” He confesses, shifting off the bed so he can clean you up before you pass out.

You protest softly at him moving, watching as he walks into the bathroom and you hear the faucet run. “Oh, you are perfect.” You coo when he comes back with a washcloth to wipe his cum off of you.

He chuckles, gently wiping you off, “just cleaning the mess I made.” He winks, throwing the washcloth in the sink and he grabs a glass of water for you. “Here, drink this.” He orders, handing you the glass.

“Yes sir.” You wink playfully at him and take a sip. “Someone is bossy after sex.” You hum after you’ve drunk half the glass. “Why is that?”

He smirks, shifting to lean back against the headboard as you sip the water. “I like being in control in all aspects of my life.” He admits, “and I like looking after you. That’s going to be my life from now on.”

“Your life from now on.” You like the sound of that honestly. “And in return, I will look after you.” You promise with a small grin. Harry might have thought he was heartbroken when Lucy broke up with him, but it turned out to be the best thing that could have happened for the both of you.

**** 

Harry bites his lip as he looks at the options. He is a little clueless but he knows what you’d like. He had gone in with no particular budget in mind and is eying the rings based on what he wants to see on your finger. He inspects several rings until the jeweller rings another tray. Harry did consider a custom piece but he wanted to see his options first. When his eyes land on the ring, he just knows. “That one. That’s the one.” He insists and the jeweller nods with a knowing smile. **** 

“Will you marry me?” Harry asks, kneeling in front of you with the ring pinched between his fingers after his speech of how he promises to love you for the rest of his life.

“Harry.” You know that this was coming, you both have been working towards this moment but you still gasp as you look down at him. He’s picked out a gorgeous ring, the speech beautiful and you love that he proposed to you in your living room. The one that you now share with him since you’ve moved in. “Yes!” You squeal, falling to your knees and kissing him eagerly.

He grins against your lips, excited to spend the rest of his life with you and loving you has been as easy as breathing. He kisses you deeply, cupping your cheek until he pulls back, wanting to see the ring on your finger. “I hope I picked the right one.” He confesses his fear as he slides it onto your left hand.

“It’s perfect.” You promise, looking down at the new ring that rests on your finger and you sigh softly. “Perfect.”

He is so relieved and happy, kissing the back of your hand, and he pulls you close. You end up tangled in bed and you have your hand in the air to admire your ring. “You know you’re gonna have to help my mom pick out an outfit for the wedding events.” He teases, knowing you’ve transformed his mom’s closet.

“Oh I know.” You giggle happily and lean in to kiss his lips. “I have the perfect dress in mind already.” You smile as you lean back. “You are the love of my life and I’m so happy to spend the rest of mine with you.”