Page 21 of The Wedding Hoax

“Oh, you probably have. I mean, I’m sure you’ve cut all kinds of people off while they were trying to get their coffee.”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?” He laughed.

“And you’re never going to apologize properly, are you?” I laughed now, too.

There was a quiet moment between us then, Harry’s eyes slowly meeting mine. Something heated was behind his gaze, something that made me wonder what exactly was on his mind.

A pleasant shiver ran through me as I waited for him to move again, to say anything.

“If it’s not real between us, shouldn’t that mean that there aren’t any consequences, either?” he asked quietly as he reached out a hand toward me.

Soon, his fingers were lightly trailing down the side of the dark green dress I was wearing. It was silk and expensive, an outfit that Ruby had insisted on gifting me for my honeymoon. My breath caught in my chest at his touch.

“No consequences?” I somehow managed the question even though I was extremely distracted.

“No consequences,” Harry repeated, his fingertips now trailing down my stomach. “I want you, Simone. More than I’ve wanted anything or anyone in a very long time.”

I tried and failed to think of something to say, as I felt Harry’s palm casually slide between my thighs. He held his hand there, right over my panties, like he was waiting for me to give him permission.

And I quietly nodded, right before he slid his palm underneath the fabric.

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SIMONE

“Harry…” I groaned his name as he circled my clit with his thumb. “Fuck…”

I gripped his shirt in my hand, pulling him even closer to me. His face was so close to mine now that he could’ve kissed me. Instead, he kept his gaze locked on mine, like he was studying my every move.

And then he slipped a finger inside me.

I groaned again, every inch of my body feeling like it was suddenly on fire in the very best way.

He fingered me deeper, his thumb still swirling across my clit as he did. My cheeks grew hot as I started to shamelessly moan. I was embarrassingly wet for Harry by this point, knowing full well that the sheets would be soaked by the end of the night.

I moved my head closer to his, my lips yearning to meet his own. He met me in the middle, his mouth crashing against mine. It felt like being in a storm. Whatever was brewing between us threatened to sweep us both away.

He pressed his tongue between my lips, just as he slipped a second finger inside of me, filling me up to the brim.

“Harry…” I gasped as I wrapped my arms around him. “Fuck. I’m so close…”

My stomach clenched as an orgasm threatened to rip right through me, my body moments away from pure bliss. But just when I was on the verge of coming for him, I felt him move his hand away from me.

“What? Why?” I whimpered. “Are you teasing me?”

“That’s not how I want you to come tonight.” He shook his head as he moved down the bed.

“Because you don’t want me to come at all?” I panted.

“Because I want you to come in my mouth.” It was the last thing he said before he pulled my panties completely off, rolling them down my legs. A few seconds later, his face was buried between my thighs.

Fuck.

Harry wasted no time pressing his tongue against my clit. Each stroke of his tongue was perfect and precise, almost like he’d done this with me a million times before. I whimpered again as he tasted every part of me. His hands were pressed against my inner thighs as he held me wide open for him, giving him even more access to my pussy.

He slipped two fingers inside of me again, his mouth still flawlessly working my clit. And I felt myself beginning to break into pieces, my hips helplessly bucking against his tongue and fingers. I was practically riding his face, but I couldn’t stop myself.

“Harry! Harry! I’m coming!” I cried out as I came, my pussy tightening around his fingertips, my clit still beneath his tongue.

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