'Come,' he commands, a smile filling his face.
Obediently, I walk towards the desk stopping once I reach it. The large oak desk stands between us. It's conveniently empty and it I fight the urge to smile.
'You asked to see me sir,' I say coyly, looking at him through eyelashes.
I hear his breath catch and my ego grows a little bit bigger.
'Come round this way,' he says.
I circle the desk until I’m stood beside his chair. I rest slightly on the edge with my hands still behind my back, waiting for his next instruction. His eyes almost devour me. I can still see his reaction even though my eyes were lowered.
Pushing back his chair slightly, he indicates that I should move further in front of him. Still seated, he reaches out and ever so slightly touches the tops of my thigh, my breath hitches as does his when he reaches the top of my stockings.
'These are hardly suitable university wear,' he whispers.
'Then maybe you should confiscate them, sir,' I answer.
The stockings are slowly rolled off, one after the other. His fingers barely touching skin making the anticipation even better. Then with the back of his fingers he strokes the skin of my leg softly and my hands clench the edge of the desk. The tease causing my body to shudder. Fingers stroke up my thigh, stopping short of my centre. A small groan leaves my lips and a smile lights up his face.
'Take off your blouse,' he instructs.
As he continues to stroke my leg, he watches as I undo one button at a time enjoying the blaze in his eyes. So much for not being good enough and not being his type. He's at my mercy. I shrug off the blouse and allow it to fall.
Getting to his feet, he kisses me lightly. Lip upon lip, barely touching with feather light kisses. My breathing is becoming rapid as I try and keep my composure. Then he bends his head and with his tongue kisses and licked my nipples until they are pushing against the lace of my bra. Quickly, the bra is undone and joins the blouse on the floor. His hands hold mine in place on the desk, preventing me from touching him.
I try to push my groin closer to his, but he's keeping his distance. I need to feel him near me, inside me, but he's refusing, for now at least. One hand leaves mine and lifting up my skirt his fingers enters me.
'Harry,' I gasp out.
As his fingers move slowly inside me, his tongue on my nipples match their rhythm and I'm pressed so far into the edge of the desk it's starting to hurt. One finger and then two, then three caress my insides and I'm rocking slightly to meet them. They feel so good, but it's not enough. I need more. He lifts his head and his eyes are dark with arousal as they meet mine.
'Can you feel how wet you are for me,' he murmurs.
'Yes,' I barely breathe.
'I want to taste you.'
Travelling down my body, he pulls down my panties and replaces his fingers with his mouth. With one hand, I pull slightly on his blond curls. He's relentless with his tongue and with a restrained cry I orgasm in his mouth.
My body still shudders as he hoists me onto the desk. He slowly unbuckles his belt and pops the button of his trousers. He rests his hands on the zipper where is erection is begging to be released, but his hand doesn't move. He lifts his eyes to mine. This is the tease and he's now pulling the strings.
'Maybe you don't deserve this,' he says thickly. 'After all it's not a nice thing to come here and seduce me.'
My heart jumps for the briefest moments, before I realise it's a game he's playing.
'You could say it's naughty,' he continues. 'It's a mighty shame we no longer have the cane.'
Now it's my turn to make my move and gain back some control, because I'm not about to beg.
'Then maybe I don't deserve it,' I say and I start to cross my legs and turn my body away from him.
'Maybe you don't,' he says moving slightly away.
OK, so we are playing power games. I eye him evenly for a moment and then let out a deep sigh.
'Maybe I just got the wrong office,' I say reaching down for my blouse.
His hand quickly grabs mine causing me to drop the blouse back to the floor. I know I've won this point. Let's see how the rest of the game fairs.
'Like you'd get away from me that easily,' he mutters as he pulls me towards him.
He positions himself with my legs on his either side and pulls himself free. I look down and lick my lips with a mischievous grin.
'You like what you see?' he asks.
'I like it better where I can't,' I answer.
From his pocket he pulls out his protection and covering himself, he enters me. Just as he promised on the phone he moves slowly in and out. With sensation building once more I am desperate to gain satisfaction again, but the speed he's using is teasing rather than satisfying me.
'Harry...please,' I gasp.
'Beg me,' he answers.
'Harry, I...'
He continues to stop and start and I am barely holding on. I can't handle it any more.
'Beg,' he groans through gritted teeth.
It's starting to become a battle of wills between us. Who's going to give in first?
'Leigh...beg me.'
Suddenly, he stops and it causes me to whimper.
'What are you doing?' I groan.
'I'm not doing anything until you beg,' he hisses.
I try and push against him, but he holds me firm. I can't handle it anymore. I am desperate for him.
'Please...'
'Yes...say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you.'
'Please...' I tease.
'Leigh, I swear I'll pull out if you don't beg,' he threatens.
His face is red with control, and I'm shaking with so much tension. But I hate to beg.
'Pull out then,' I say.
He looks at me and holds my defiant stare for a moment and then slowly he calls my bluff and starts to leave me. Panic suddenly sets it and I grab hold of him.
'Please fuck me sir.'
In one swift motion he slips out of me before I am bent over the desk and he's pounding me hard. I can barely hold my own weight and I find myself sprawled face first on the desk. Forehead touching oak as I push against him.
'Harry,' I scream. 'Give me more.'
'Come for me, sweetheart. Please come for me,' he groans.
'Harry!'
'Leigh, my god...Leigh!'
The wood soaks up my orgasmic cry as I feel Harry's weight collapse on top of me. We lay there a moment both trying to get our breath back. Slowly, he moves off me and takes me with him. Sitting back on his chair I curl up on his knee and we simply sit.
'I should go away more often,' I muse.
'You should never go away,' he answers. 'Not unless I'm coming with you.'
'I would love you to come with me. Spend a whole night together.'
His body tenses beneath me and flinching inside I realise that off my guard I may have pushed the wrong button.
'I'm sorry,' I whisper starting to move from his knee.
'What are you sorry for?'
I grab my pants and pull them on as well as my blouse. Damage limitation. I really need to step back from this.
'I should not have mentioned that...sleeping together I mean. I know you can never...not when you are still married to Katherine.'
'Wait. This is new for me too. This is going on longer than I expected it to and I don't want it to stop. If I worked away then maybe. It's just difficult.'
'I know,' I answer.
I am backing my way towards the door and now Harry has followed me.
'Please don't cry.'
I hadn't realised I had been until I feel the tears running down my face. Why am I crying? The shock and the fear of the emotion startle me and before I know what I'm doing I am running down the corridors as far as I can from Harry and his office.
He eventually catches me as I get to the road, both of us breathless from running. Grabbing me, he roughly turns me around so I'm facing him.
'What the hell just happened
? We just had the most amazing sex and then you freak out,' he asks.
'I'm sorry.'
'For fucks sake Leigh, stop saying sorry. ,' he snaps.
'I... sorry...'
'So help me god, give me your keys. We are going to yours.'
He hands me my coat as I hand Harry my keys. We walk in tense silence and I am nervous that this is all going too far too fast. My head is tumbling with so many different things and emotions that I can't keep up. Finally, we are at my flat and using my key he lets us in. Thankfully, George has not decided to continue his late night visits. The flat is empty.
'You don't have to do this,' I say finally.
'You don't want me to stay?' he asks.
Now there is a small smile on his face and I slowly relax, the tension easing.
'I want you to stay.'
'Then you better take me to bed,' he smirks.
Still hot and sweaty, Harry curls up behind me in my bed and kisses my hair. I feel sleepy after our latest bout and the heat from Harry makes me even more drowsy.
'Harry?'
'Mmm.'
'Is it true what you said about not having sex with Katherine?'
I turn over so I can gauge his reaction at the question. He strokes my head and just nods.
'Do you still love her?' I ask.
'Honestly, I'm not sure.'
'Was she your first...love I mean?'
Harry shifts to his back so his eyes are on the ceiling. I've done it again. I've pushed the wrong buttons and made him uncomfortable.
'I'm sorry,' I apologise. 'You don't have to tell me anything.'
There's a few minutes silence as I rest my head on his chest. Waiting for some sign that the mood he's descending into will change. Then he starts to speak and I find I'm holding my breath.
'Claudia, who I told you about was my first love and I thought I loved Kat just as much, but maybe I never did. No one has ever come so close, but what I feel for you is different to anything I ever felt for her or anyone else. I'm not saying it's love, because I don't even understand it myself.'
His use of the word love makes my heart pound so hard and I shift away from him in the hope he doesn't feel it. It's one hell of a double edged sword. If he loves me then it's over and I can't keep him. I promised. But I want to keep him and in order for that to happen he mustn't say it. Yet, that's all I want to hear from his lips. So much for me keeping this simple and just about sex.
'You don't have to say anything like that to me. I'll just take whatever you have to offer,' I smile.
He kisses my head and squeezes me tight.
'You're such a puzzle Mr. Cobain,' I say.
'Not really. You and I are not much different,' he answers.
'I doubt that.'
He moves so we are now face to face. His expression serious.
'When I married Kat, I married above my station. She was from a successful family and wealthy and I wasn't. I didn't know my dad. My mother brought myself, two sisters and a brother up by herself. She scrimped and saved in order to give us the best. I was just fortunate enough to be the brains of the family.
'Anyway, my family was never good enough for the Aire's and I'm ashamed to say that as I climbed the social ladder with Kat, I left my family behind. When my mother died, my sisters didn't even tell me until she was in the ground. So you see Leigh, we both come from a working class back ground and want to do better. Just take my advice, don't allow the Gaskills to steer you away from those that are important.'
I have nothing to say so I grab his face and kiss him. This time the sex is much more subdued and the change is unsettling, but I don't complain. When we finish I rest my head on his chest.
'I'll understand if you're not here in the morning,' I mutter and then fall asleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Of course I woke alone and I have no idea when he went, but I shouldn't have expected any more. He would have waited for me to fall into a deep sleep, gone home to Katherine and made some feeble excuse about his whereabouts.
Yet, he opened up to me. Told me something about himself that he's probably never done before. But this could equally scare him into turning away. This is the reason I struggle with relationships. To make matters worse George finally made an appearance a few days later.
'So has he told you he loves you yet?' he asks.
'We've not really had the time to talk about it. Not when there are better things to be doing,' I smart.
George gives me a thin smile.
'So really you're nothing more than a mistress,' he answers.
We both eye each other evenly as tension rises between us. Then George starts to laugh and pulls me into a hug. Bemused I allow it to happen. His mood swings are worse than a premenstrual woman sometimes. I can never keep up.
'I'm not fighting with you. I just want to make sure that you're on top of this,' he says.
'Make sure I'm losing,' I answer.
'Making sure he's not going to hurt you.'
'He can't hurt what he doesn't have,' I say. 'It's just sex.'
'Let me take you out tonight. We've not done that for ages.'
'Why don't you take Clair?'
'Because I want to take you.'
I can't help but feel uneasy at George's change in attitude. Maybe Clair is starting to soften him. Maybe he doesn't want to marry me after all. I should feel like a weight is being lifted from me, but I don't, I just feel uneasy. Like I am being set up in a hidden trap that I will inevitably fall into.
George leaves me alone eventually, telling me to make sure I'm ready. I spend the rest of the day in the studio trying to catch up on work emails and phone calls. It seems Katherine has kept her word and I have requests from various people that she knows. My contacts seem to have doubled in number. I'm not sure whether I feel guilty or not. I did a good job and the reason she's done it is because I am damn good at my job and whether I'm screwing her husband has nothing to do with it.
So a night of clubbing is ahead and I kinda feel excited. It's back to my old life. Carefree and foolish, well maybe just a little less foolish. Wearing a short lace dress with matching hot pants and killer heels, George and I make our way to the club. Already drunk on a couple of bottles of wine, I can't feel the slight chill in the autumn air. George has already laughed at me as I've struggled down the Shambles in heels.
'You want me to give you a piggy back,' he offers.
'Not in this dress,' I laugh.
'It's not like anyone can't see anything already.'
I hit him on the arm, but he's right. This dress is rather revealing, but I've a figure to be proud of so why not. Taking my hand we cross the road and make our way towards past the dungeons to where the club awaits our presence.
Then I see him, waiting near the entrance with a white open necked shirt and jeans. I look towards George who gives me a smile.
He says. 'I happened to mention that we were out.'
'You are up to something,' I hiss.
'I am not up to anything. Look, if he wants you then he's got to realise that you're a younger woman with different needs to his wife. Let's see if he can keep up with you.'
I bite down any retort that he keeps up with me fine and fulfils all my needs, because this isn't the time to have a pissy George on my hands. We walk towards where Harry waits and I suddenly feel all shy.
'Hey,' I say.
'George invited me. Hope you don't mind,' he says. 'He told me you confided in him.'
'Did he?' I say. 'Aren't you mad?' I ask.
Because I am a little, I think to myself. This is not at all what was planned.
'A little at first, but he is your best friend and clearly loves you. He knows the score. He's promised to be discreet.'
'And you trust him?' I ask.
'As well as being at university together, Thomas and I have played golf for years. I trust some of the Gaskills.'
'You play golf?' I say with a smirk.
'It's what we middle classes d
o,' he chuckles at the private joke.
He then pulls me into a hug and squeezes me tight.
'You look fantastic by the way and I'm sorry I left before you woke the other night.' he murmurs into my ear.
'I told you I'd understand,' I answer.
With my best friend on one arm and my lover on the other, I enter the club. Dance music pounds and Harry's grip tightens as we fight our way to the bar. George shouts out for three Jaeger Bombs, but Harry shakes his head.
'Just a pint for me,' he shouts.
I catch George's smirk and I gave him a dirty look. I'm not prepared to be placed in between a pissing contest. Harry gets his pint and George and I down our bombs. Finding seats to sit down at, I can see Harry is truly out of his comfort zone and I grab his hand.
'We don't have to stay,' I shout over the music.
'No it's fine,' he smiles.
'Of course it's fine what is it they say? If it's too loud then you're too old,' George mocks.
Harry shoots him a glare, but beneath is worry. He doesn't like to be considered old and I know exactly what George has done. He's trying to push his buttons and show him that no matter what, George is the top dog in my life. I move to George's side and pull him towards me.
'What are you doing?'
'I'm doing you a favour. Anne Boleyn loved to dance and party, and Henry loved to watch her. It reminded him of his youth. Show him, how you party and what he has to do to keep you.'
My gut instinct is telling me that George is not telling me everything, yet the small truth in what he says makes sense. I've been doing a lot of the running and chasing all in the hope of keeping Harry's attention, but it must work the other way too. He has to keep me interested too.
'We should dance,' I say.
Harry shakes his head. 'You go. I'll watch.'
'I'll sit with Harry,' George says.
I frown. I'm even more puzzled. George likes to dance, especially with me. With a shrug, I make my way to the dance floor and allow the bottle of wine and Jaeger Bomb to control my body. It's not long before I am surrounded by a few men. Dancing and grinding, I am enjoying the attention and I love the song as Usher's Scream belts out from the DJ stand. An interesting song choice considering and it makes me smile.
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