Lights On

My body had nothing left to give–Harry had worn me out completely. I was amazed I’d been able to keep up with his stamina, he was quick to recover and was definitely ‘up’ for making the most of our evening together.

I lay with my face pressed against his clammy chest, listening to his heart thump and his panting, hoping I’d worn him out for a little longer than ten minutes this time. He stroked his fingers up and down my back occasionally tangling his digits in my hair to run his hand from my neck down to the bad of my spine, giggling when I shuddered involuntarily.

“If I ordered room service, would you stay and have dinner with me? I know it’s not quite a candlelit dinner for two but I could ask for some tea lights.” He laughed, was he nervous? We’d just had a lot of sex, I was hardly going to suggest dinner was too intimate of an idea.

“Food sounds excellent.” I stretched out and grabbed my phone from the bedside table while Harry called downstairs. I wasn’t surprised to see a message from Will saying he’d be late home from work and not to wait up; there was also a message from Rose asking if I wanted to go see a movie. I replied to Will first, knowing full well the lie I was going to tell.

*’ok, I’m out at the cinema with Rose anyway. I’ll let you know if I decide to crash at hers.’*

His answer came quick.

*’You should. I might be here all night, the band wanted changes done, Harry and Niall weren’t happy with some of the layout.’*

My mouth dried up and I looked over at Harry who had his back to me, muscly and tanned. Even texting my husband I wanted to throw my phone aside and run my tongue along those shoulder blades.

*’Ok, well, I’ll see you in the morning.’*

He didn’t reply but I was fine with that, and I now had to come up with an excuse to not see Rose. I essentially had the night free so as long as Harry was able to stay, then so would I.

“Everything ok?”, Harry asked, walking around the bed to grab his underwear for the arrival of our food.

I nodded and smiled. Was it presumptive that Harry was free? I might have been on the schedule until ten, and then the next girl would come along.

“My friend, Rose, wants to go see a movie.”

“Are you going?”

As he stood in the doorway, once again I marvelled at his physique. He was a perfect specimen of man and I owed thanks to whoever or whatever was responsible for me be able to sample this goodness in its prime.

“Well, I’m not sure.”

“What time do you have to leave?”

I noticed a hint of disappointment in his voice but I brushed it aside. We’d both got what we came for, and I was already preparing for him to go MIA until he decided he wanted me again.

“When does Will think you’ll be home?”

I’d already promised myself that if he did a disappearing act I wasn’t going to freak out about it; we had fun and that’s all I needed. Why ruin what we had by stressing about not hearing from him?

“Mr Styles,” I sat forward in bed and locked eyes with him, ignoring as he licked his lips and grinned at the sight of my breasts, “I don’t ever have a curfew. You might think I’m a docile housewife, doing everything my husband tells me, but I’m not under his thumb. We live our lives equally.”

“You mean you could spend the night with me and not have to explain where you are?”, he challenged, knowing full well that I would have to.

“And why would I ever spend an entire night with you?”

“I think we’ve already made that quite clear.” His tongue reappeared but it was much slower and more deliberate as it ran along his bottom lip. I clamped my mouth shut, unable to come up with a decent argument. “And that doesn’t answer my question.”

“And what question would that be?”

Harry strode over to the bed and climbed onto it on all fours, his face close to mine and arms on either side of me, blocking my way.

“If you spent the night with me, would you have to tell Will?” The intensity and demand in his eyes surprised me. I guessed the downside to sleeping with a twenty-year old was an insatiable appetite.

“I’m sure you have another willing booty call to keep you warm once I leave,” I teased and attempted to slide out from under him, but he shifted his arm and stopped me. “Okay, okay. Normally yes, of course I would have to make up an excuse, but he’s working all night and thinks I’m with Rose.”

“So, I’ll ask again: can you stay?” He kissed me gently, his mouth feathery light against mine, tongue stroking along my bottom lip gently.

I felt giddy and gasped a breathy, “Okay.” Relieved that I was saved by the bell of room service arriving and Harry leaping up to answer the door.

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