#illicit

She had woken up wanting him, and he had been in his office, working. Harry was dedicated to work but she knew that there had to be a good reason she had woken up without him considering he hated being disturbed during his time with her.

Seeing his face when she’d walked in had confirmed his irritation, phone on speaker and muted as he motioned her over to him with an immediate softening as soon as she got close to him, pulling her into his lap.

It had devolved quickly, though, because Harry was irritated and his angry voice directed at the people on the other line had made her already horny body all but drip.

Why she liked it when he got into the role of Boss, she didn’t know, but she did know that he had noticed it nearly immediately as she had squirmed on his lap to try and readjust.

“Take what you want, get me warm. But sit still.” He’d told her in her ear, not bothering to mute the call when she undid his belt with shaky, excited fingers and turned to straddle him with her back to his chest.

He’d been nice enough to help her, hooking his arm around her waist to help her stay steady as she dragged the tip of him through the slickness of her cunt, but the little nip on her earlobe was enough of a cue to urge her to sink down onto him.

That had been 10 minutes ago.

His hand splayed out on her stomach, not minding the thin fabric of his tee shirt that she had thrown on to walk to his office, he traced over her belly button as if he couldn’t feel her cunt dripping down his cock, clearly making a mess.

He was talking to some contractor, voice clipped and irritated, but no hint of strain despite the way she had heard him swallow thickly when she brought her hand up to cover her own mouth.

One thing he loved was making her feel good, and knowing that he was giving her some sweet torture clearly had the intended affect.

His fingers on her belly drifted lower as he cleared his throat, dipping lower to feel how slick she was getting. It was maddening to her, knowing he was doing something so miniscule and yet, she was already twitching and biting back whimpers as soon as his fingers touched her pussy.

Ignoring her clit, he let out a pleased hum right against her ear as he dragged the slick up towards her stomach, making a trail as he slipped his hand under the top and let the wet fingers mess up her clean skin of her stomach.

She wanted to be good- of course she did, but when he leaned forward to look to the computer for god knew what, she felt him press slightly deeper and right against that damn spot that made her toes curl, she almost broke.

The muffled whine was still too loud as she pressed her hand back harder against her mouth, head falling back onto his shoulder.

"Yeah, I’ll need that estimate by Friday. No excuses." He said darkly, exhaling sharply when he removed his hand from her her shirt. “I’m wasting my fucking Sunday morning talking to you lot, so I’m already not happy with the delay.”

His fingers worked under her wrist, prying her palm away from her lips. He didn't rush it, just slowly peeling her hand down, replacing it with his thumb pressing against her mouth to keep the sounds contained. He could feel her panting against his thumb, her jaw working at his digit as she tried so hard not to make a proper noise.

The moment the digit slipped into her mouth, her eyes fluttered closed. Harry felt just how much she liked it as her cunt fluttered around him, her tongue licking at the tip of his thumb as she suckled at it to bite back her own hum.

She couldn’t help it. The contrast between his calm, professional phone voice and what he was doing underneath her was doing things to her. He knew that best of all.

"Suck on that," he murmured against her ear, barely audible to the phone conversation, but she knew he wouldn’t really care too much if they did know. He was playing into it because he loved making her worked up, and he knew this would do it.

Harry didn’t give a fuck about anyone knowing that he was with her. The man was shameless about hos much he loved her.

His thumb pressed deeper into her mouth, stroking over her tongue, giving her something to focus on other than the way his cock was hot and heavy inside her. "I need silence, baby. Keep that mouth busy. I’m sorry it’s taking so long."

Her jaw went slack, tongue swirling obediently around his thumb as she tried to ground herself. It was a distraction, a mercy really, because without it she knew she’d be whimpering loudly every time he shifted his hips.

"Doing so well for me, sweetheart." He murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple as his hand drifted from her wrist down to her hip, squeezing the flesh there firmly. "I know it's a lot, keeping me all warm and snug while I have to deal with incompetence. You're being such a sweet girl staying quiet." His hips gave a shallow, deliberate roll that made her gasp around his thumb, cunt fluttering desperately at the cruel move. Just mean, especially when she knew he wasn’t going to fuck her properly just yet. "Just sit there and keep Daddy warm, yeah?"

He slid his thumb out of her mouth, shushing her gently when she tried to protest before replacing it with the pad of his index finger and rolling it across her tongue before adding his middle finger. The new addition made her hum, her mouth stretching around two thick digits instead of one. Her tongue instinctively lapped at them, sucking harder as she felt him press them back into her mouth before dragging the pads of his fingers over the flat of her tongue.

"Mmm, that's it, my perfect girl. So understanding. M’gonna make it up to you for being so patient for me." He praised, his hand still on her stomach as he unmuted the phone.

"Yeah, Friday. Not Wednesday next fucking week." His tone was icy, a 180 from the coo he treated her to. “I think it’s plenty generous considering what a complete fucking waste of time this has been. No news, a delay, all for what? I don’t give a fuck about apologies, don’t make these mistakes the first time.”

His fingers worked in her mouth, fucking in and out slowly as he talked, giving her just enough to keep her occupied. When she pushed a little too deep and gagged, he pulled the phone from his cheek to apologize. "Sorry, darling. I know, it’s hard for you to stop yourself. Need to be filled at all times. Gonna make sure you’re full all morning for being so good. Dont have to gag for it’d honey.” He crooned, then unmuted himself again.

"If I have to come down there, leave my fiancée at home and do your job for you, I will. And trust me, you really don't want that." His threat was clear, his voice cold and deadly serious.

The switch back and forth should probably be concerning, but the way her cunt wept on top of his cock was the type of reaction he got out of her.