Private Affair [hs] | 5.
Warnings: Cheating on husband, unprotected sexual acts with another man, just filth.
Word count: 4.3k
He grinned up at you and you swore you saw the devil's gaze flash in his eyes.
Your stomach drops the same time as his hand and you let out a moan, that feels it's been held back for a while, as he presses his fingers against your covered shoulder pussy.
"You sound so beautiful, love. Just stay quiet for me."
His words echo in your head as he slightly pulls your panties open to slip his fingers in. He slowly drags his fingers up and down your folds, biting his lip as he feels how wet you are.
"Soaked." He whispers as he reaches up and pulls you down to him by the back of your neck to kiss him.
He pushes his fingers in and moans against your lips as he feels the warmth of your pussy engulf his fingers.
You clench around him, moaning against his lips as you clench around his fingers.
"How long?"
"What?" You gasp out and lean back slightly.
"How long since you've been touched?" He stops trusting his fingers, holding them still as he waits patiently for your answer.
You whimper slightly at the sudden halt to his fingers, unsure if you want to answer him.
"A long time?" He looks at you and your eyes answer for you. He sighs and shakes his head as he very slowly moves his fingers up and down, "Shame. If you were mine.."
He leans in as he pulls you closer, "I'd be all over you."
He lays a kiss to your chest, "Everyday."
He lays another kiss, "Anytime you want."
And another, "Anyway you want."
You moan and tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling to tilt his head back so he looks up at you, "This is wrong."
A smirk spreads across his lips and he chuckles. He slides a hand up your back, still thrusting his fingers, and tangles his hand in your hair, "I'll stop when you tell me to."
He pulls you down to him and he rests his forehead on yours, "You can't tell me you don't feel this, too." He whispers quietly, brushing his lips against yours every other word.
You fold.
Your hands slide down his shirt covered torso until they reach his belt. You start to undo his belt and the phone rings, causing both of you to jump into acting normal.
You fix your dress quickly as Harry answers the phone, "Hello?" He runs a hand through his hair and you can't help but smile when a stray curl falls and rests on his forehead.
"Kathleen Jones and Zayn Malik are here for the meeting, sir." Jake says through the phone.
Harry has an oh shit look and he takes a deep breathe, "Shit, I forgot. Give me five to get the materials around. I'll be quick."
"Okay, I'll tell them." Jake hangs up and Harry looks at you, "So you are about to meet the senior art editors."
You raise your eyebrows and run your hands over your hair, "Neat, okay." You laugh slightly, "Did they not like the title design?"
He shakes his head, "No, no. They loved it. They just want to meet you. You impressed them, actually."
You smile and straighten up as Harry's words boost your confidence, "Really?"
He stands up, fixing his belt as he walks over to you, "I wanted to tell you last night, but.." his voice goes lower and he smirks, "Slipped my mind."
You smirk and bite your inner lip as he runs his hand over your hair, fixing where you missed, "They'll be stupid not to like you."
He winks and walks over, grabbing the folder off of the other desk, "Wait here."
As Harry leaves the office, you take that time and rush to your purse to quickly touch up your makeup.
You hear the talking growing closer and you throw your purse down just as Harry pushes the door open more, "Here we are."
He steps in and quickly looks around for you, a smile of relief lays on his lips once he sees you, "This is, y/n."
Harry motions towards you and you walk over to Harry, smiling when you see the man and woman, "Hello, I'm y/n."
"You're very pretty." An older, yet very beautiful woman who you assume is Kathleen, smiles and her eyes gaze over your dress, "I love this dress, where did you get it?"
You glance down and back up, "I believe I got this from Genevieve's." You tilt your head, "You would look stunning in the red one that they have."
She smiles and raises her eyebrows, "I might just have to take trip there on my lunch break today."
You smile and Zayn moves out from behind her. His image is intimidating, until he smiles, "You've got quite the skill, love."
His accent a little harder for you to understand at first, but you catch on quickly, "Thank you." You smile and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "You're not so bad yourself."
He chuckles and nods to Harry, "Did you get it?"
You look at Harry as he nods, "Mhm." He walks around to his desk and opens up the Manila folder, "Now, everything but the title work is not important , it's just filler for how the page is supposed to look."
You look down as he slides two pages over and your lips part slightly. You reach out and pull them towards you, "This does not feel real."
"I know that feeling, but believe it, honey. You deserve it." Kathleen says nudging you with her elbow, "I have a feeling you'll be making quite the name for yourself."
A rush of pride flows through your body and you smile, "That's my plan."
Zayn steps up on the other side of you and shakes his head, "I don't think I've ever been so excited to publish a magazine."
You look at him, "Really?"
He nods and looks at you, his eyes dark and honestly beautiful, "I'm ready to see what you come up with. Harry really hyped you up."
Your eyes move to Harry and he shrugs and smiles.
"It took you a day to design this correct?" Kathleen asks and you look at her, "Almost, a little more than half, give or take?"
"Wow. That's impressive. Our best guy needs at least three days."
Zayn snorts at Kathleen's words, "That's what he says, but do you really believe him?"
"I know you don't like Trey, but-" she stops talking and sighs, "Yeah, no. You're right."
You laugh slightly and look back down at the pages, "if you need anything at all, I'm happy to help."
You look between them and Kathleen nods, "Yeah, actually, if I email you something, can you take a look at it for me? Decide what it needs. If it needs anything."
"Yeah, of course. Please." You smile and she nods, "Great. I'm going to do that right now, Harry. Send me her work email and get her set up with that, yes?"
He nods, "Of course, K."
Your stomach twists with a slight jealousy at the nickname. You look back at Harry and he looks at you, tilting his head slightly.
You force a smile and try to get over it, you're married, you tell yourself, you don't get to be jealous.
"Thank you Harry." Zayn smiles and nods at him and he turns to you, "I might have something, too, so I'll be in touch, yeah?"
You nod and smile slightly, "Sounds good."
They leave the room and Harry follows behind them to close the door, "That was amazing. Oh gosh I'm so excited." You smile behind your fingers and turn towards Harry.
He's studying you, "What happened?"
You press your palm to his desk as you lean back on it, sitting down, "What d-"
"Your demeanor changed when I called Kathleen, K."
You look up at him, "I don't have a right to be jealous." You admit in a whisper, "I- we-" you stumble over your words and look down as you stop talking.
You want Harry, but the married part of you doesn't want to admit it.
He walks over to you and gently lays his fingers under your chin.
His touch makes it hard for you to say no.
His touch makes you want him fully.
"Look at me, y/n." He whispers and gently pushes upward, and you comply. You look up at him and he smiles slightly, "She's a friend of the family. I've known her for, practically my whole of my life. We all call her that."
You feel a slight relief wash over you and you laugh slightly, "I'm sorry thi-"
Harry laughs slightly and shakes his head, cutting you off, "You're fine, love. You're fine for getting jealous." He leans down, "It means you care."
He winks and goes to lean back but you grab him by the shirt and re-close the space. His lips meet yours and his hands hold his weight on the desk next to yours.
You spread your legs and he fits his hips right between your knees, "I'm yours if you want me to be." He whispers against your lips.
Your breathing grows faster as your adrenaline keeps your heart pumping. He kisses down your neck as your hands move to undo his belt, once again.
The only thing on your mind right now is Harry and you won't stop until you get it.
He leans back, pushing your dress up your thighs as you unzip his pants and he moves them down out of the way.
Your eyes move down, waiting to see his cock. He tilts your head up and looks at you, "Do you want to stop?" His fingers brush your cheek lightly and you close your eyes, "No."
He reaches down, pulling his cock from his black boxers and you open your eyes. Your breathe hitching in your throat as he pulls you to the edge and spreads your legs.
He rubs his cock against your clothed pussy and looks up at you. Your eyes slowly trail from his cock, up his body and land on his eyes, "Fuck me, Harry."
Your quiet whine causes him to moan lowly and he pulls your panties aside and dips his head down to spit before slowly pushing the head of his cock in.
You gasp and bite your lip as you moan from the pleasured ache of him stretching you open slowly.
"Fuck." He groans as he buries his face in your neck. His sudden move causes his cock to push into you a little bit to quick.
He's a lot bigger than what you're used to.
"You're so fucking big, Harry." You moan lowly as you wrap an arm around his neck, "Fuck."
"You're so fucking tight." Harry groans and slowly pulls out to slowly slide back in, "Do I make you this wet?"
You nod as he presses his lips against your neck, "Yes." You whine quietly, "Yes."
He leans back and your arm falls back onto its place on the desk as he grabs your hips with his hands.
His fingers dig into your hips as he pushes his cock in all the way. You take a deep breathe and roll your eyes back, squeezing his cock as you fight back moaning out loudly.
You haven't been fucked in two months.
But you haven't had an orgasm from anyone but your self for four.
"S-so.. close.." you gasp out, barely audible, "Fuck."
Harry nods and keeps his pace, his hands squeeze harder and you squeeze your eyes shut as your orgasm rips through your body.
Harry, soon after, pulls out and your feel his cum on your thigh.
Both panting, you look at him and start laughing, as the reality of what you're doing sets in, and Harry's face has a look of both confused and concerned.
"No, no. Not you." You lean up, "I just.." you sigh and shrug, "I've been lying to myself, I guess I am the girl that sleeps with their boss."
Harry's face softens and he starts to laugh, "You scared me there for a second."
You tilt your head, "Huh?"
He walks over to grab a small towel after fixing himself up, "For a second there.." he walks back over and wipes off your thigh, "I thought I wasn't going to get to feel that pussy again."
He smirks as his fingers brush against your desperate for more center as he pulls your panties back over, "This time was too quick for me."
He steps back and tosses the towel down by the couch while you stay silent, watching him as you process what just happened.
He looks up at you, "Coffee?"
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The walk to get coffee was surprisingly normal.
It was like you didn't just fuck your boss, which is exactly how you needed to act from here on out.
"So are you going to meet with K and Zayn?" Harry asks as he takes a sip of his coffee. You nod, "Oh yes. You need to set me up with a work email."
"Yes." He laughs slightly, "That's right! We'll have to do that when we get back."
Your knees suddenly feel like they could give out. You feel like your breathing starts to pick up the longer your think about how Harry's cock felt buried inside of you.
"If that's okay?"
You look at Harry and shake your head slightly as you blink, "Sorry. What did you say?"
He smirks slightly and nods once, "I said we can also start working on that email and hopefully get them sent out today if that's alright?"
You nod, "Oh yes. Please. I have some ideas already so it should be quick and easy."
"Great." He looks around and sighs, "You're quite brilliant, you know that right?"
You smile and shrug, "I mean, I'm smart with certain things." You laugh and bite your lip and Harry shrugs, "I mean, aren't we all?"
You laugh and look at him, "I guess so."
"Order for Styles!"
"That's us." You say and stand up with him. You grab your coffee before he picks them up and grab straws on your way out.
Your way back to the office was going good until your phone started to ring. You reach into your purse and pull it out, letting out a small sigh before you answer, "Hello?"
"Where are you?" Alex asks kinda frantically.
"Alex, I'm at work. It's-" you lean over and look at Harry's watch, which causes him to smile, "Almost eleven, what are you doing?"
It's silent on the other end of the line for a few moments after you stop talking before Alex gasps, "Shit. I'm late for work."
"Did you over sleep again?" You roll your eyes, "Have a good day." You hang up because you know he threw the phone down and is rushing around to leave.
"What was that about?" Harry asks looking over at you. You roll your eyes and sigh, "Alex." You take a sip of your coffee, "He does this every so often, he'll oversleep, don't realize he overslept and thinks it's still early and then he freaks out and rushes around."
Harry laughs slightly, "Ah, I see."
"Yeah." You say slowly, "But. Not my issue. I have my own job to worry about now."
Harry can't help but snicker and you smirk, "What?" You look up at him and he smirks, "You just have a really good job, is all."
You smile as he pulls the front door open, "You are correct." You walk in and Harry walks up to Jaime, "Anything today?"
Jaime smiles, you can tell she likes him, "Not today, Mr. Styles, but as soon as I can anything I'll bring it up to you myself."
He nods and glances over at you before looking back at her, "Just give it to Jake. Thank you." He walks away and you can't help but feel a twinge of ha ha in your face towards her as you walk away with him.
You step onto the elevator and the doors aren't even halfway shut before Harry has his hand, that's not holding the coffees, on your neck and is kissing you.
Your hands travel up his chest and lay on his shoulders, "I wanted to do that the first time we stepped in here together."
You smile and nod as he steps back slowly, "Me too."
The doors open and you walk to the office. Harry does the routine of giving Jake the coffees to pass out and you guys go to his office.
"He doesn't always do that." Harry says as he sets his coffee on his desk. You shake your head, "No I didn't think so."
He shrugs and chuckles, "It's fine. I'm just picking." He walks around to his desk and opens his lap top, "Come over here."
You smirk and glance over at the other office chair and wheel it over. Harry watches you and shakes his head, "I see how it is."
"We need to get this done. If we didn't.." you smirk and lean in, whispering, "Then I'd chose the other seating option."
He sighs, "Bummer."
You laugh and roll your eyes, "What's my email, Mr. Styles?"
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"And .." you tap the last few keys slowly, "Done."
Harry walks over and leans down. You look up and watch as his eyes scan over the screen of the computer, "Beautiful."
"Yeah?"
He looks down at you and nods, "How can anyone not say yes to this?" He looks back at the screen, "Let's get them sent out."
As you're sending out the emails, your phone vibrates a few times in a row.
Sage: Can my aunt come with to the party on Saturday?
Sage: Also, did you say anything to Harry about me?
Sage: Are you with him right now?
Sage: Send me a picture
Sage: No wait. That's weird. I don't want him to think I'm some psycho.
You cover your mouth to contain your laughter, "Oh my god." You whisper quietly, but it still catches Harry's attention, "You okay?"
He can tell your laughing so he's trying not to laugh with you, "Y/N?"
"So." You turn your chair and slowly uncross and recross your legs. Harry's eyebrows twitches and he bites his lip.
You smirk and continue, "My best friend, Sage. Wants me to tell you about her."
"Oh, really?" He leans back in the chair and crosses his arms, "What about her?"
"She likes you." You bite the inside of your lip, "She wants me to see if you'd be interested in her, as well, and.." you read him her messages and he stands up.
"Alright, here." He walks over to you quickly, laughing as he does, "Go... here.." he hits the little camera button and turns it around to face you guys.
Your heart starts to race as he presses his cheek to your head, "Smile." He smiles which causes you to smile, "Perfect."
He hits send and hands you back your phone. You look up at him, lips parted as they slowly form into a smile.
He laughs and shrugs, "She wanted a picture."
You laugh and shake your head, resting your phone down to refresh your email, "Oh, Harry. We have one response.." you click on the email, "And they agree!"
Harry claps his hands together once, "Yes! Let's fucking go."
You never knew how exciting creating a magazine page would be, but you're not complaining.
"I'm going to write down her answers and then I don't know who they go to exactly."
"Niall. He's our lead magazine editor, I'll actually send him a text letting him know that we're going to be sending him stuff." Harry pulls out his phone and starts texting.
"Oh I also got something from Kathleen, probably what she wants me to lo- holy fuck. There's three projects here." Your mouth drops open slightly and you look over at Harry.
He looks up and smiles, "She knows how good you are."
You smile and reach for your phone as it vibrates,
Alex: Going to be home late. Boss has us redoing a whole folder of stuff. I'll explain later. Love you
You chew on your lip as you type,
You: Okay. That's fine, I'll just get something on my way home from work then. Love you.
You smile as you click on Sage's message,
Sage: Stop it. Right now. He is so pretty.
Sage: Please let this man like me.
You glance over at Harry who is sitting at the other desk with his legs resting over the corner. You look back down and take a deep breathe,
You: I think he's thinking about it right now. He hasn't really said much in the last few minutes.
"What did she say?" Harry causes you to look up and you smirk slightly, "She said stop it right now, he's so pretty. Please let this man like me."
He tilts his head, "What did you say?"
You shrug, "I don't know what to say, so I just said that I thought you were thinking about it because you were quiet."
A smirk slowly spreads across his face, "I mean.. I am thinking.. but not about her."
You shrug, "It's okay."
"Do you want to know what I'm thinking about right now?" His stare causes you to smirk all you can do is nod.
He walks over to you and sits down on the desk, looking down, "I'm thinking about how fucking sexy you would look if you were bent over my desk, naked and ready for me."
His words send a chill down your spin and you straighten up slightly as you keep your eyes on his.
He leans in closer, "You can tell your friend, that who I want is someone, I, in a way, already have." He brushes his lips against yours, "Until she says no."
You can't help it. It's like a need when it comes to him, "I'll never tell you no."
You're shocked at how much of a different person you are when you're with Harry. You've never been this forward, sex has always been a subject you shy away from talking about.
Not with Harry.
He brings out who you're truly meant to be.
"I was hoping you'd say that." He smirks and kisses you, pulling you upward so you're standing in between his legs.
His hands rests on your hips, "Don't we have work to do." He mumbles, still keeping his lips on yours.
"Mhm." You mumble as you smirk against his lips. He chuckles against yours and leans back, "Maybe if you're a good girl, and do your work..."
His hand trails down your body, "Maybe you'll get something in return."
As much as you wanted him, you also wanted to get some work done, "Deal."
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This is wrong, you're cheating on Alex.
But knowing that, doesn't seem to make a difference, at least not right now.
"H-Harry." You pant out as your back is arched against the chair. Harry is sitting on the floor with your legs over his shoulders, and his face is hurried between them.
His tongue traces over every single inch of your cunt, moaning as he feels you clench around his tongue.
"Almost there." You whimper out quietly as you dig your nails into the arm rests of the chair. You pull him closer with your legs as you squeeze his head with your thighs.
Your second orgasm rips through you harder than the first one did.
You sit there, weak and panting as Harry leans back. He slowly pulls your legs off of his and sets them down, kissing up them as he stands up.
"You alright, love?" Harry asks as he wipes the cover of his mouth off.
You smile and nod, "Oh yes. I'm good." He smiles and watches as you lean forward and look at the computer, "Our final lady emailed us back, they all says yes and gave their answers."
"I'm surprised they all got back right away." Harry walks over and looks at the screen before looking at you, "I'm calling it now. You're my good luck charm."
His words make the heat rise in your cheeks and you smile, "Oh gosh."
He smiles and stands up, looking at his watch, "you're free to go, if you want."
You lean back and look over at him, "So what are your plans to celebrate when you publish these pages?" You change the subject.
You're not in any rush to get home.
He smiles slightly, "Usually, we just go out to dinner at one of the places on the edge of town. Have some drinks, you know-" he chuckles, "The normal office celebrations."
You nod, "Sounds like that could be fun."
He shrugs, "Depends on who attends, really. Last months was boring." You laugh slightly, "Hopefully this months is better."
"Speaking of, if you're free on Tuesday, that's when this months dinner is." Harry smiles, "just let me know so I can add you to the table."
You nod, "I would love to go. I just need to get an outfit. What's the dress code?"
"We usually like to dress nice, some dress fancy. All on your level of comfortability." His eyebrow raises, "But I don't think you'll have an issue looking nice."
You smile and look down, "Thank you." You stand up and take a deep breathe as you look up at him, "I think I'm going to go shopping, if you don't need me for anything else."
He watches you and slowly smiles as he shakes his head, "You're free to go, sweetheart."
You walk over to him, "Don't take offense if I don't talk to you right away. This is just all going to hit me when I leave here but-" you lean in and press your lips to his,
"I'll see you tomorrow."
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Thank you for reading Private Affair.
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