Chapter 24

Slowly turning towards him, I looked down at him with a slight purse of my lips. It wasn't fair he could look sexy wrinkled and exhausted, too.

Or maybe it was just my horny brain making him look hot no matter what.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

He opened his eyes when I stepped closer and took a relaxed seat astride his lap.

Swinging my leg over both of his, I wrapped my hands around his neck and then played innocently with the hairs at the back of his neck.

"I doubt it," He replied with a dry voice, watching my eyes.

His own were bagged with sleeplessness, telling me he had probably had more than a few late nights lately. This man just didn't know how or when to stop.

"Rude," I muttered, but still played with his hair, before my hands moved down to his collar.

I toyed with his loosened tie and then slowly ran my fingers down the length of it before halting at the bottom.

I hesitantly bit my lips.

"But I suppose you're right. That doesn't mean I still can't support you, though."

"Support me?" He watched my hands crawl down to his belt.

He lifted his gaze the second I slowly unfastened it.

"Tell me, how does support help me with my problem, Cassandra?" He pondered with an intrigued head tilt, watching my lips twitch in bemusement.

Which problem?

I wondered as my hand slowly sought into his boxer briefs and found his semi-hardened manhood. I stroked him languidly and then leaned in to press a lingering, seductive kiss on his cheek.

"I'm really great at oral support," I whispered huskily into his ear.

Crawling off his lap, I then dropped to my knees as Harry leaned back with a quiet, but deep exhale.

"Cassandra.. I crawled between his thighs and palmed his bulge.

He was still semi-hard, but grew harder as I looked up and caught his gaze while pulling him free from the slit in his boxers. Stroking his length, his jaw locked tight and his chest slowly deflated.

But I wasn't seeing any kind of no in his eyes.

The moment I let my lips wrap around him, his hand came to my hair and combed through it lightly. I looked up and saw his head fall back and his mouth fall open with a gentle exhale. His shoulders eased, and confidently, I took him deeper into my mouth and heard him breathe heavily again.

Sucking on him, I could feel the tension in his body evaporate intact with the way I worked my lips around him. His hand followed my movements and every now and then gently brushed through my hair, almost like a caress.

It made me shudder as I went deeper, taking him as far back as I could.

While his body eased, I sensed my own tense up as a fervent need built inside it, starting from the pit of my lower abdomen and spreading slowly. It bloomed harder, even though I tried to stop it, I felt as the heat rose to my nipples and finally my cheeks.

Suddenly the cold night felt hot, and the hot male member in mouth felt like it was burning against my tongue.

A soft exhale came from him again as I dipped down deep again and slowly retracted. Every vein along his shaft popped up against my tongue, and before I could stop myself, a moan spilled from my own lips.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

I know I had started it, but fuck, this wasn't what I had meant for to happen. Now, peering up at him and, sucking in a breath, I almost lost it again when I saw the shape he was in.

Head tilted back, eyes closed and mouth slightly agape, he breathed heavily from his lungs, his chest expanding with each movement. His shirt that covered his body and the tie that rested across it, it was enough to make me feel a whoosh in my stomach.

The sight of him that undone... almost at the brink.

I couldn't stop myself.

Pulling back, I watched as Harry's head lifted when he sensed me stand up, my hands coming to my silk robe. He looked me in the eyes, his own hazed and dark from the pleasure I'd given him.

Minutes ago, his sole focus had been his work.

Right now, I doubted he was thinking of any of it.

Eyes pinned on me, he watched me as I untied my robe. The silk pieces fell open and exposed the middle-part of my body; a canyon of bare skin that led down to the burning mound between my legs.

When I took a step forward, I then halted up again when he suddenly moved as well.

Watching as he sat up, I opened my mouth and saw as he lifted his hands to my thighs. His fingertips grazed the bare skin of my outer thighs, but then slowly slid up, letting his palms explore.

My breath caught in my throat, and before I could utter anything, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to my stomach.

I nearly forgot how to stand.

His hands, pulling my closer, made me stand between his spread thighs as he softly kissed my stomach, moving his lips across my exposed skin. I watched speechlessly as he then pushed my robe slightly to the side to reveal my breasts.

His palms softly slid up my sides beneath the silk robe, exploring every inch of my curvature and shape and every freckle along the way, until he reached my pert breasts. I didn't realize my nipples had hardened until his thumb swept across the left one and made it pebble, hard.

I small gasp flew from my lips as an electric zing went through me. The simple act had made a pool of liquid heat spread between my legs, and at the sound of my tiny outburst, his eyes lifted and met mine.

I couldn't breathe.

Harry looked up at me, his slightly aged face in the darkness of the room and the lateness of the evening looked up at me with such intensity, I thought I'd break. My hand automatically fell to his cheek and simply just touched the scuff on his jaw as he placed his own hand over it.

"H-Harry.." I whispered, not quite sure what I was saying.

He silenced me by standing up and towering over me, cupping my face with both of his hands. My mouth fell open, and something sounded from my lips, but it didn't get to have any meaning before Harry leaned down and brushed his lips against mine.

Stealing the last of my breath, I nearly lost my balance as well and gripped on to his shoulders as Harry gently kissed me, sweeping his tongue over the seams of my lips, before dipping down slowly and tasting me.

A sound - a breathy sound escaped me, and I stumbled a step back in my haze.