I pulled the covers back as Harry pressed his naked body against my back, kissing my neck and tugging at the waistband of my shorts until they fell to my feet. I crawled onto the bed, swaying my behind as enticingly as I could until he was behind me. I expected him to take me on all fours but he grabbed my hips and dragged me back, pulling me so we were both kneeling.

Turning my head towards him our lips met and I moaned into his mouth as one of his hands travelled down to stroke my clit and the other up to pinch and tease my nipple.

“I love how wet you get for me”, Harry whispered, teeth nipping at my ear causing me to yelp and my hips to grind harder against his fingers. “Do you want me to make you come, hmm?”

Whimpering I nodded, mouth searching for Harry’s. He kissed me hard, hand on my breast now holding my face in place as he whispered, “Say it so I can hear.”

“Harry, I want you to make me come.” I wanted to scream and beg but the words left my mouth calm and measured.

Taking hold of my waist, Harry lifted me up and scooted forward, his cock teasing my wetness, dragging the head back and forth across my sex making me shudder. I wiggled my ass in frustration until finally he lowered my weight onto him, his full length filling me up.

Harry’s hand went back to between my legs, rubbing and stroking my clit as his hips rocked back and forth. My cheeks flushed red with pleasure and the room was filled my moans of his name. His movements were slow and deliberate, his head hitting my g spot with every thrust.

“I’m so close”, I gasped, my back arching and my head falling against Harry’s shoulder. “I’m so-”

My words were cut off by his lips crushing against mine, whimpers muffled by his kiss as his fingers and hips sped up until I finally came undone.

Letting Harry stay was not a smart move but I did it anyway, curling up next to him and resting my head on his chest. I reached over him to grab my phone and check if I had messages or missed calls, relieved to find nothing.

“You will have to go soon”, I sighed, stroking my fingers across his toned stomach.

“I know.”

Harry played with my hair, curling a lock around the fingers that had made me come so spectacularly that my lower half still throbbed with stimulation.

“Are we still meeting next week?”

“How can you think about more sex?” I groaned then giggled.

“Believe it or not, I like to see you for other reasons than just sex.”

“Getting me to wash your hair is just weird, I’ve told you th-” Harry poked my side while I laughed.

“I was about to say that I like spending time with you but you can go off someone quickly.”

I looked up at him, eyes wide and attempting to look apologetic. “I’m sorry, and I guess I quite like spending time with you too.”

“Careful, you were almost nice to me.”

“I am always nice to you! But I’m sure you have plenty of other girls on standby to be nice to you.” Harry’s smile disappeared and he shook his head. “Don’t be coy! I’m not stupid.”

“Layla, there aren’t other girls.” He was serious, almost hurt that I still thought of him like that. “You’re not just a hook up.”

“Ok.” Nodding, I lay my head back down the hide the smile on my face. “I believe you; millions wouldn’t.”

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To my relief Harry left before Will got home, leaving me time to shower, remake the bed and remove any trace of him as though he hadn’t been in my home. The enormous guilt was setting in and I began to doubt if I should see him again if he was going to be so careless. I had had asked him only this afternoon to not put us in awkward situations and he had ignored that, showing once more that I was stupid for getting involved with someone so young.

Hearing Will arrive home I went downstairs, the guilt giving me this urge to see him and make sure everything was fine, to make up for things he had no idea I’d done.

“How was your evening?”

Will jumped at the sound of my voice, looking at me like a deer in a headlight.

“I thought you’d be asleep by now, did I wake you?” He turned his back to me and locked the front door.

“No, I was awake. I thought you might want some tea?”

Will shook his head and dropped his leather shoulder bag to the floor, where it landed right next to something that made my heart jump into my mouth–Harry’s green hat. My heart raced and panic mode set in; I fought the instinct to dive across the floor and grab it but knew that would do more bad than good so all I good do was pray Will didn’t see it.

“How was your evening?” Voice shrill and palms sweaty I walked closer to my husband who seemed to be loitering in the hallway like he was scared to come further into the house. “What were you doing again? I’m sorry, I forgot.”

“We had some problems with the lighting, the rigs we had made for…” I stopped listening but nodded and furrowed my brow like I understood why what he was describing was a problem, all whilst using my bare foot to sweep Harry’s hat away from Will’s bag to underneath the bench where our coats hung. “…we’ve been using the company for years and this is the first time there’s a cock up so Terry’s letting it slide but it’s going to cost us a lot to redo.” Will sighed before smiling, “I’m sorry, I know it’s all really boring.”

“Of course it’s not,” I lied, relieved the hat was out of sight and I hadn’t been rumbled.

“I need a shower and then bed. Are you coming back up?” He stripped off his grey t-shirt, revealing his pale but fairly toned physique, skin a blank canvas compared to Harry’s.

“I’m going stay up for a little, have some tea and then I might sleep in my room if that’s alright? Save me waking you when I come to bed.”

“You do what you want, darling.” Moving toward me he stopped abruptly, “I would kiss you goodnight but I’m all sweaty. From climbing the stage.”

“It’s fine, goodnight.”

He bid me goodnight then disappeared up the stairs. I waited until I heard the bedroom door shut before I moved, grabbing the offending object like it might grow legs and run upstairs. If I hadn’t been feeling doubtful earlier I definitely felt it now.

My phone buzzed in the pocket of my cotton dressing gown. Taking it out I saw Harry’s number.

*’Did I leave my hat at yours?’*

*’Yes you bloody well did! I damn near had a heart attack trying to hide it before W saw it.’*

Not waiting for a reply, I stuff both the hat and my phone in pocket and headed to bed, pissed off and stressed.

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