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No Turning Back (Alvis Alendran&SHARPii)

harrison nodded as she spoke.
"Yes, I do recall something to that effect happening. Though I am equally certain I heard no complaints at the time..." He winked ta her. Still, he was not ungenerous, and pulled open a sliding door from his closet. There was a seletion of hanigng sleepwear, and he quickly lifting a hanger. He pulled the contents off, and held it up to her. It was a decent sleep shirt, one sized for him, so it hung down halfway to her knees. "I think this should fit you well." The shirt was a deep navy blue, and had the shimmer of silk. It was smooth, and had a delicious texture to it that begged to be run along skin. Harrison did know that there was a matching set of pants within, but kept quiet on that. After all, there were certain advantages to playing the host.

Letting her have the shirt, Harrison resumed getting himself ready. His pants huit the floor, an he calmly set them aside for the next day's laundry, and stretched, loosening his shoulders. Truth be told, his time teasing Esther had made an effect on him as well. A big part of him did wantto throw her onto the bed, adn spend an hour or two breaking her mind apart with overwhelming force of pleasure. But he also knew if he did that, he'd be to tired to be of any use for anything come the morning. So he would have to settle for the teasing, and maybe some light work with her tonight.
 
She lushed. Dammit. She thought she might have been able to get one up on him but once more, she was proven wrong. She sighed heavily and bit her lower lip, watching him and trying not to let her eyes get stuck on his gorgeous and mouthwatering torso that was teasingly exposed to her. He was so doing this on purpose and it was nearly making her violent. He really was an addiction to her, one she’d fight to the very bone. Just not the kind of fighting to kick the habit in any way shape or form. Not at all. Someone would have to kill her for that to happen.

She saw him take out a really nice and expensive looking nightshirt. She should be worried she might ruin it but she actually wasn’t for once. Well he ripped her panties. The way she saw it is if she ripped or messed up his night shirt, it would be fair between them both. He ripped something of hers and she ripped something of his. Granted, she didn’t complain when he ripped it, actually glad to have been rid of it but she wouldn’t shed that detail either.

“Thank you.” She spoke softly in acceptance as she took the shirt and turned so her back was to him. She started to unbutton her blouse and then pulled it off of her. Her bra came off next and then she grabbed the shirt and pulled it on, buttoning the buttons up slowly but eventually, keeping the top couple buttons undone. She then unzipped the skirt and shimmied out of it, until it pooled around her ankles and she stepped out of it. The shirt almost came to her knees. So when she knelt down, she had to be careful of not flashing him. Not that she’d mind but it’d only end badly for her. He seemed to be able to restrain himself well. Esther? She was fighting her sanity to stay calm and controlled and not jump him.

Picking up her clothes and then placed them on a nearby chair so she had them to wear before she went home to get ready for work the next morning. Then she turned to the bed, practically running to it and crawled onto it, stretching out onto it on her stomach and sighed a very relaxed sigh, nuzzling her cheek against a pillow. Okay, her bed was comfortable. Harrison’s? Indescribable.
 
Harrison was not immune to the littel show that Esther made when she was getting undressed. That smooth, creamy skin did seem to beckon to him, almost begging to have his hands run along it. From there he could move his hands around to her front and cup her.. Harrison old boy, get your mind back on track. Get some sleep. His mind reminded him. Esther was simply damnedly distracting. he made the note that he could, perhaps on the coming weekend, bring her back here, and simply toss her onto the bed and not emerge until Monday. He did hae the sneaking suspicion that she might not complain overmuch abut a plan like this. But he would have to spring it on her as a surprise. To do otherwise spopiled a little of the magic. He stepped out of his shorts, and had a moment of contemplation about going to bed as is, but realized again that he'd not be making things easy for either of them. He took the pants that matched the sleep shirt he'd given Esther, adn stepped into them.

He slid onto th bed, actually amused at how Esther sprawled on it. And why shouldn't she? The mattress was the most comfortable that money could buy, with a good foam and spring base, and a top pillow filled with real honest to Gods down. Top that with Egyptian cotton sheets with a thread count that boggled the mind, it made a good place to rest. He slid towards her, and brought himself close to her. He ran a hand down her silk clad back, letting both his hand and the material work on her. he smiled. She was full of life. And he knew now that it was this quality that drew him in.
 
She felt the shift of weight on the bed, realizing that Harrison had slipped into bed. Her eyes were closed as she soaked up the comfort of his bed. Oh, she was never going to want to leave it, whether he sexed her up or not. Feeling his hand come down on her back and rub, she breathed contently through her nose, feeling all tension and uneasiness of the entire work day slip away under his touch. The way his hand moved and moved the glossy and smooth silk up and down her back. A small moan came from her and the fact it came out loud, made her eyes open and she was staring into pools of gray. She smiled softly and leaned in closer, as if he wasn’t close enough.

Her arms hugged the pillow closer to her head and she just lay there in silence and absolute bliss. She liked this. She missed this. Oh man, did she miss this. If they cuddled, she might just cry. It didn’t feel like this was just two consenting adults hooking up as they pleased, keeping it strictly physical. She didn’t know. She didn’t know the feelings, it felt like they were so foreign. She didn’t understand it. For all Esther knew, it was just because she had been so alone since college. She just wanted to unwind and let her demons be settled in her past. So she could move forward finally and be open like this.

“I have a question for you.” She wanted to know. He hadn’t told her to call him by his first name. He never corrected her or tried to when she called him by his surname. She wanted to know why. She might never change it anyways, even if he did explain. She was simply curious. “What do I call you? You never correct me or tell me otherwise when I call you Mr. Trenton. But then it makes me wonder…” She said softly. As much as he teased her and kept her hot and bothered—no matter the thrilling three times today—the tiredness in her voice was evident.

As were the twenty missed calls and text messages from people at The Spot. Never once had Esther Martin missed a shift. It completely slipped her mind.
 
Harriosn smile,d and actually put an arm around her, and pulled her over to him. He was on his back, and he had Esther pulled so that she was half on his torso. He smiled at her question. He ran a finger along the side of her face.
"Like this? You can call me Harrison. At work, it's best to leave it as Mr. Trenton for now, until things calm down a little. Best not to feed the rumour mill too much after all." He offered. "I just assumed you enjoyed calling me that. I don't think I could have called it taking a liberty if you'd used my first name after all we've done." He leaned his head up, and very gently kissed her. He had to break it off quickly, feeling some heat rising in him as he did. Making out would be risky, prompting him to do all kinds of things that neither of them had the time for.

He ran a hand along her hair. His smile was one of sleepy contentment.
"I especially wouldn't insist on using my surname in a place like this. Titles are for the workplace, adn the world outside. This is home. And home is for...more relaxed things. And relaxing things. But you should get some sleep Esther. Worlds to conquer in the morning." He said the last with a more affectionate smile. Just finding sleep with a woman was a feeling that he had to confess he missed. Esther was certainly an intoxicating thing to have beside him, especially knowing all she wore was that silk shirt, and nothing beneath it. It would only tae a sweep of his hand to...

He let his head sink into his piilow. Time enouhg for that later. The morning maybe. Or later in the day. But not now. They'd both need to rest properly. He fught an impulse of speech, and suppressed it successfully.
"Good night Esther. Sleep well." He still had an arm around her, and he let it relax on her, keeping her close to him. He loved the feel of it. The feel of her. Not just a woman. But Esther Martin. She was dangerously becoming more important to his mind than she should. Than was safe for him.
 
She certainly didn’t mean to call him Harrison or even “Harry” at work. Hell no. She meant now, outside of work. At work, it’d always be Mr. Trenton, no matter what. Here, well she called him that because she still felt that sense that he had one up on her. That in her eyes, she’d always be considered beneath him and therefore should address him in a formal way. She had this mindset like that in the old days, when those who weren’t as financially well off like he was should practically bow down to those above him. Not saying that money made it but considering just how high end everything was. She’d feel like a fool if she thought that just because they saw what the other looked like underneath the clothes and did some pretty ‘intimate’ things, meant that they were best buds or suddenly ‘together.’ No, she held no expectations. She learned not to get her hopes high up after Chad.

“Of course.” Was all she said and she leaned up and took his kiss as if expectantly, kissing him back softly. She leaned into him, her arm draped over his chest climbing up so her hand could move around his cheek but he pulled back so quick, she had halted her movements. It was probably only right. She didn’t want to halt their sleep. They needed to sleep. She was dying to.

She nodded in her consent to sleep. She had no reason to fight him on it. So what if he teased her earlier and made her want to do such bad things? This was more. She liked more. She liked this side of Harrison. She liked it a lot. Her eyes closed and she settled herself in his arms, not moving away from him but only deepening the snuggle. She thought she wouldn’t sleep considering how hot and bothered she was. But wrapping up in Harrison’s arms the way he pulled her to, Esther found he was so comfortable and found the sleep looming in so heavily. She thought her bed was comfortable. Hell, she thought his bed was comfortable. She’d been so wrong. There was nothing or no one more comfortable than being in Harrison Trenton’s arms. “Good night,” she paused, it being clear that she wasn’t done bidding her goodnight. She was simply stalling until she couldn’t hide the smile on her face anymore and snuggled her cheek into his shoulder. “Harry.”

Because she could.
 
Sleep. It came like a slow wave that engulfed him, and let him just drift. No worries, no cares, nothing at all in the world to worry aobut. Sleep was a time that Harrison treasured. There were times that he felt as though he would be happy if he could just sleep forever, but invariably, the world demanded that he wake and take part once more. It was the little things that the waking world contained that coaxed him into motion once more. Fine foods, challenges at work, time to spend with Lloyd, the occasional dalliance to keep his other desires sated. Now though, it felt as if things were different, and sleep was just a short break, when he woke, there would be something present that would make his day a little more interesting.

It ended as it always did. Harrison felt his eyes open, and looked to teh side where his clock sat. Seven am, in bright, burning orange numbers. He looked down at Esther, found her still curled up with him, still on him. She looked...beautiful as she slept, relaxed, at peace, and free from any burdens. There was nothing weighing her down. He had to admit it looked excellent on her. The smile that blossomed onto his face told him that he was definitely glad she was here when he woke. Carefully, and gently, he rolled her off of him, not wanting to wake her with that motion. He leaned over, and very gently lpaced his lips onto hers, giving her a slow, sensual kiss to wake to.
"Good morning." He murmured fanitly, before reutnring to the kiss.
 
Sleep came fast. Sleep was peaceful. And then she started to dream. It was a nice dream. But then it turned sour and the lingering memory of Abby’s mangled and bloody dead body resurfaced a million times throughout. It kept haunting her and she felt guilty in her dream for letting her friend’s death go in vain because of her libido. In the dream, everywhere she looked, she saw Abby’s mangled corpse standing and looking at her with a warning. Like that time that kid in Sixth Sense could see dead people? In her dream, well now, nightmare, Esther saw a dead Abby everywhere she looked. Surprisingly though, her torment didn’t translate to her sleeping. She still slept but it was troubled. Despite the fact she went to sleep on good spirits, in the best arms ever and in such a comfortable bed, the lingering guilt was still there. She was spending more time hooking up with Harrison than getting on the task of her friend and this case. Sure, it had only been a day but it was still fresh. It only made sense she had this nightmare. It was still new news. Her best friend was dead. And it had something to do with the firm she worked for.

Then there turned a light on in her dream and the darkness swept away. Esther was greeted into a blinding light that in her dream, her hand came up to cover over her eyes so the brightness didn’t blind her. Then things focused and she saw a very handsome face that made the nightmare turn into a dream. That same beautiful smile, the same scent and the fact he was once more dressed in his ever impeccable and expensive fine suits. Then the dream started to become real when his lips came down on hers.

She thought it was just a dream but felt herself physically respond, as if being rolled onto her back didn’t wake her. It really didn’t actually. His lips though, that was a different thing, stronger and more potent than any alarm clock. Definitely not as annoying though, thankfully. Her arms moved to wrap around his neck loosely and she started kissing him back. That was when she woke up and realized it wasn’t a dream anymore. In real life, Harrison was kissing her.

Her eyes opened slowly and held this dreamy look in them and she smiled sleepily. “Morning.” And then just as he resumed kissing her, she did the same and her hand slipped into the back of his hair. She kissed him like she wanted to last night when he teased her about getting ready for bed. She kissed him like she wanted to last night when he kissed her before going to bed but pulled back so quickly before either of them could have deepened it. She deepened it now and one leg lifted and ran along his side slowly, wanting to embrace him completely and kiss him with a newly found passion. No, she just wanted him because the desire never left last night when he reignited it. It had been kindling all night long, waiting. Now it was taken out of its dormant state and ready to explode, like Vesuvius did that one time.
 
He felt her leg along his side, felt the slowly rising passion in her. Harrison knew exactly how dangerous this might be. If he let himself get too carried away, neither of them would be going to work today. Or tomorrow likely. And Esther might have a hard time walking for a long time afterwards. Now, while both of them might find this to be a fine idea, the reality was that they would need to get into the firm sometime today. Granted, they had some time, he didn't want to simply start into her, and then have to rush through everything to be ready. He knew all of this in his mind, but it seemed his hands were slow on getting that particular memo, one of them sliding under the leg that she had against him, taking in that smooth skin feeling, while the other was running his thumb along her cheek a moment. It then slid down her body, rubbing the silk into her breast as he knead it.

Everything in his mind screamed to stop right now, and get to his routine, get himself ready for work. The hand running up along her leg disagreed, and slid a little farther up, taking in the contour of her hip, and sliding under the silk of the shirt she was in. His hand ran along her stomach, before sliding a little lower. Gods this woman and the things she always seemed to encourage, and simply by being around him. She encouraged a loss of control, simply by never placing a limit on him, no expectations, nothing at all except wanting what he did. It always felt as though she craved his touch, wanted his attention, and loved when he came through for her. Every step he took, every move he made, tender or aggressive, he was welcome to the action he took. Never once had she complained, even when he was certain that some of what he had done had to have been uncomfortable for her. But then she'd never felt anything short of divine when they were at their best.
 
It was true. She had never felt anything short of divine when they were at their best. When he was at his best. Everything he did was such an inviting gesture and she ate it all up only to turn to putty in his hands. His hands teased and touched her, garnering a rising need out of her. Even Esther was somewhat aware of the fact that they should not be doing this and getting ready for work. But only somewhat since the rest of her was clearly more than okay to forgo work a little bit to have her some Harrison. Sure, he might have other thoughts, like the fact he had to at least get to work, but his hands said otherwise. So she didn’t stop him. No, she wouldn’t dare. She’d wait for him to stop but by the stars, Esther wouldn’t dare stop him. That’d be a bigger sin.

A soft moan emitted from her with how he kneaded her breast through the silk shirt, using that softness to outline the contour of her nipple. His touch, even through a silk shirt was so explosive. She let out a shaky sigh and closed her eyes, simply and further losing herself in his lips and him. One hand came up to run through his morning short tresses and lightly grip them as her body pushed up into his, chest to his, stomach to his and hips to his. Was it so bad that she practically wanted him anywhere and always? What he was doing to her was making it very hard to make them stop. H was doing this and she was only getting started. She wanted to go all the way…

“Harrison.” She whispered against his lips, her breathing quickened and her eyes opening to meet his, to fall into that gaze all over again. It was scary, the impact he had on her, the things he could do to her and make her do. A girl like her would lose sight on everything else because of a certain hotshot celebrity lawyer.
 
It was only barely that Harrison managed t avoid tearing the shirt from her body with as much force and violence as he could muster, and having his way with her right then and there. But vontrol himself he did, Slowly breaking off their kiss, and smiling at her. Gods he did want her, and no matter how much he knew he needed to get ready for ork, he couldn't just let her go. After that kind of a wake up, he needed to do something to mkae the morning a little more...special than just a wakeup. He leaned up to plant a kiss on her forehead, before beginning to slid down her body, trailing kisses as he went along.

He stopped moving as he reached her stomach, taking his time for a moment before going lower. It was a slow, almost languid kiss that he planted on her slit, flicking his tongue along her as he did He looked up to her with a smile, a most definite cat-ate-the-canary kind of smile, and began to work. His tongue was spread wise, covering all of her slit as he licked at her powerfully, before lingering a moment on her clitoris, circling it with his tongue, before sliding back down, this time norrowing his tnogue to slide between the lips, spending time again at the bottom, half penetrating her with a few stroke to nurse her along. He didn't move hastily, but just a little faster than teasingly. This particular act, this is one he had a lot of experience with.
 
For a moment, when he kissed her forehead, Esther thought he was going to stop and decide they both needed to get dressed and ready for work. She almost whimpered until she felt his lips going down south, trailing down her body and singeing her skin in his wake. She closed her eyes and her arms slid up underneath the pillow and she gripped it hard, her body arching and her hips pushing up to meet him lightly, until she felt that kiss on her lower lips. She bit her lower lip hard and let out a shaky and breathy sigh as he delved. She couldn’t help the moan that came from her from his teasing assault, her hips bucking lightly, silently begging and inviting.

He didn’t go at her hard or fast with his mouth. No, the licks were soft and he went well enough at a good speed to stimulate her well. This certainly wasn’t what she was expecting but she wouldn’t complain because it was better than nothing. Granted, she wanted more but she’d take Harrison in any way he was wiling to give to her. Just a touch was all it took to set her off and just a few more would be enough to send her down completely to that point of no return.

Her right hand moved to his hair, fingers threading through the locks gently and carefully and her hips lightly met up to his mouth, encouraging him on and wanting more. Anything more. “Harrison.” She gasped, tilting her head back into the soft plush comfort of the pillow. “Please.” She almost whimpered.
 
It was becoming progressively more clear to Harrison that this wa simply not going to be enough for Esther, not this pace, and this action. He withdrew his head a moment, getting all of his bearing in place before setting back to work. His tongue moved aggressively now, lapping along her. His hand came up, and his middle finger plunged into her quickly as his lips fastened onto her clitoris. His tongue moved along her, repeatedly working along the underside of her clitoris, an almost merciless pace. His hand working into her firmly, adding another finger to the proceeding to give the extra stimulation that he felt she not only wanted, but likely needed. It wasn't as good as giving her everything he could do, but this was the best he could manage given the time he felt they had.

His free hand snaked up her body, under the silk of her shirt, and wrapping around one of her breasts, getting the nipple between his fingers, and massaging it. He traced his tongue lower again, coming as low as he relentlessly moving fingers, teasing along the entry point, as though considering pushing the tongue into her as well, but deciding against it. He returned t the clitoris, and added just a little mroe force to the proceeding. He'd had nothing but success with this approach, and his standing record was quite a string of orgasms for the woman, and he felt that it might just be something that Esther would enjoy experiencing.
 
Esther wasn’t prepared for it. She thought he was going to do something, maybe just take her and give them both the release they longed for. She thought he was just going to keep going at his torturous assault the way he had been and drive her further insane. No, what he did instead threw her for a whirl and she had to bite down on her lip so she didn’t moan out too loudly from the shock and awe of it all. Her hips did buck though and she threw her head back further into the pillow and her grip in his hair tightened just a bit as she adjusted to what he was doing to her. “Oh my…” She gasped, her hips moving up to his hand to gain more stimulation with his finger—no not just one finger anymore—and the other one that just joined in.

From then on, it just started the spiral of her impending orgasm. She tilted her head back and gasped a fresh gulp of air, her moans loud and not controlled. She was letting herself go and the more he rubbed, licked and thrust his fingers, the more she was pushed further until there would be no coming back, at least for ten minutes. Her toes curled, her hand left his hair and gripped the bottom of the pillow and she cried out softly when the build up just exploded into this heady point of pleasure that took her completely, possessing her. Esther saw stars, her controlled and calm state of being erupted into this out of control feeling and she thought she might explode.

Then it subsided, leaving her a few jolts of aftershocks in the wake and her entire body went limp and relaxed back into the heavenly mattress that was Harrison Trenton’s bed. She breathed hard, trying to gather herself up but couldn’t move. She felt too good, her entire body melted into something delicious and when her eyes opened, she stared at the ceiling. “Wow.” She whispered.
 
Harrison grinned, backing himself away from her now, fighting the urge to simply dive back into the act, bring her a steady string of orgasms, taking her mind from her completely, and leaving her insensate. But that would fall back under the category of 'fun, but not enough time'. He slid up her, planting a few choice kisses along her, before giving her one fiery, passionate kiss to top off her experience. He broke that off, and gave her a sly wink.
"I think I should go and get us some breakfast made. See in a few." He told her. His voice had a slow, languid feel to it, very contented and almost...smug. It was clear he knew exactly what kind of an effect his actions would have on a person. And he was more than okay with that, he was outright proud of it. He stood from the bed, and walked out of the room.

Clothes were for being completely ready for the day. That much he firmly believed. Breakfast in his sleep clothes was not by any means unusual. He had a pleased smile on his face when he made it to the kitchen. The floor was cold, but that was expected. he hit a switch on the wall, and knew that his hydro bill was rising already from that gesture. but it was only a fwe moments before the elements in the floor heated them to a pleasant warmth. He moved to the fridge, and looked within. Eggs...and several different kinds if he had the urge to indulge. And he did have that urge. He lifted a carton of specially delivered eggs. It ws hard to get Ptarmigan eggs this far south, but as with most thing, moeny made all things possible. He set a solid cast iron frying pan that had been with him since before college on the stove, adn lit the burner. That feeling and sound of a gas range lighting always made him smile.

The sound of eggs frying was one that he always found to be soothing. Another pan was on the stove now, and slices of freshly made bacon fried. Food never lasted long in his house, he had a thing for freshness, and his servants were not only allowed, but encouraged to clean up any food in th fridge after it had been there for more than a few days. They had seen it as an impressive perk, given the typical richness of food available. With the ease of long practice, Harrison cast spices into the eggs with seeming disregard for the measurements involved. Truth be told, he'd simply done this so many times before he knew how much was needed at a glance. He found himself glad of the extra serving he was making, finding some enjoyment in the whle process of making food for another. Especially a woman like Esther. Not a dalliance. His new lover. He'd made that distinction in his mind before, but now it was much more official. When this whole sordid affair of her dead friend was over, he did have quite a few thoughts about where to go from there. She was coming up well toward getting into file processing, and from there she could likely have secured herself a middle managemetn job in the non-legal area of the firm. Bree Larkin might be out of a job inside the year.

From there, he had the idea of actually inviting her to stay here with him a little more often. Perhaps permanently. He'd make sure she could maintain her aprtment, since it was obvious she might want to have an escape in place. But she could be here with him to enjoy this kind of morning almost constantly. He placed the now scrambled eggs on a small plate that sat on a warming burner, wihle he started into the next step with his cooking. Not much, but enough, pancake batter was poured into the pan, and he had to simle. Simple thigns still made hiim smile, things like making a good breakfast that he would have killed to have back in college. Fortunately, pancakes didn't take long, and he soon had a pair of large ones set aside. He placed the eggs onon, along with half of the bacon, and rolled it into a kind of all breakfast burito. A favourite of his when he wanted a good breakfast that didn't take long. Into the open end of the burito, he drizzled in a little maple syrup. It just added the right falvour. He speared a toothpick through them both to keep them in place, and left them on the warmer. Esther would have a good meal before she went to work today.
 
He knew exactly what he was doing with a girl like her, knew exactly how to make her tick and scream like she certainly did and made her panting like there was no tomorrow, still silently begging for more of him. And she did want more of him. She was tempted to bring him up and make him have her since she was sure he’d want to but instead, she stayed mum, accepting each kiss from him with a growing smile on her face before being tackled with such a kiss that made her insides melt and if she was standing, her knees would definitely buckle. Her arms encircled around his neck but then he pulled back and pulled back from her completely.
Esther propped herself up on her elbows to watch him and couldn’t help the little pout that came on her face. “Okay.” She spoke meekly but only because she wanted to be selfish and have more. She’d rather have him than breakfast. Maybe that’s why she couldn’t seem to go back to a size eight or ten, no matter how hard she tried.

With a heavy sigh, her body flopped back down on the comfortable mattress and she had half a mind to just fall back asleep. Instead, she rolled onto her side before getting off the bed with a small groan. That was when she went into the bathroom, took a quick shower, not wanting to use his expensive—at least she was sure they were expensive—shampoo and conditioner before leaving the shower ten minutes later. She towel dried her body and her hair before pulling on her blouse from last night and her clean pants, his boxers underneath those. She decided she wouldn’t tell him about stealing a pair of his boxers until later. Putting her vest back on, she buttoned it up and then dried her hair. Now she’d have to use his expensive hair dryer. She couldn’t let her hair dry on its own. It was a menace to control as it is. Letting it dry on its own would be worse.

After she was done, she padded into the room and looked around for her socks before finding them for some reason under the bed and put them on. When she was good and ready, she walked out of his room and followed the enticing smell of delicious breakfast smells in the kitchen until she found him there. She just stood there, admiring his beauty before running a hand through her untied fresh hair. She didn’t often wear it down. Right now was one of those rare moments, aside from bed.

Esther saw what he had made and she licked her lips, forcing her eyes from the decadent breakfast to Harrison and smiled at him. “Smells delicious.” She said softly, slowly rounding the counter to grab a plate. “I hope you don’t mind but I grabbed a quick shower.” She made a grabby hand towards the plate off to the side of him, not wanting it to seem like he was in her way to get it. No, not at all! She just…wanted…food. And Harrison. Dilemma. Real, big, fat dilemma. Because as she was reaching around him for a plate, her eyes glued to his sculptured abs and then greedily scanning up the rest of his body, her throat going dry and her breathing hitching.
 
"No, not at all." He waved a hand as she spoke of grabbing a shower. He watched as she made a grabbing motion for the plate of food, and he was hardly surprised. The scent was enough to drive a person half mad if they were already hungry. He took note of Esther. Hungry...oh she was hungry all right, but not just for food, if the way her eyes kept wandering were any indication. She wanted quite a bit more than just his breakfast. He lifted a plate from the warmer, and teasingly held it out of reach. "And what do we say when we want something?" He asked her, a most profoundly teasing note to her voice. he only held it awy from her for a moment before putting the plate before her. Teasing was something, but to actually keep it away from her after a comment like that... it was treating her like a child, and he most certainly wouldn't do that to her.

Truth be told, he was a little...hungry himself. He usually was after getting a woman started like he had so far. But it wasn't a massive issue right now, he could content himself with breakfast right now. He pulled a plate for himself, lifting the bundled food up, and started eating. It was well seasoned, adn the pancake didn't blot that out. There were moments thta he was quite glad that he still handled some of his own cooking. This was one of them. The Ptarmigan eggs gave it a subtly different flavour that went well. He smiled as he chewed, and kept going. His mind did wander as he looked at Esther. It was hard not to contemplate some of what they'd done. Especially after her wake up call. He had the sudden flash of her wrapping her lips around his member as a way of 'repaying the favour', but let it fade. It certainly wasn't something he was going to ask her for, insist on. After all, she was not just some random woman, she was more than that to him now.

Surprising how fast that had happened. More careful examination might have revealed something, but he was happy with it as it was, and didn't want to ruin that with too much thinking. That image came back to him, but he pushed it away, and focused on his food. He liked food. But he liked what Esther had been able t do for him too. And that meant... he went back to food. It was getting progressively harder to concentrate.
 
‘Please’ was a word far from her mind at the moment. She would have used something else, like bartering to get her food. But then her food was placed in her hands and she looked up at him and grinned, before her eyes dropped back down to what he made. Hmm, breakfast burritos. She tilted her head, her eyes jumping from the food to the front of his pants. Okay, the burrito was bigger but it was okay. If Harrison were any bigger, they wouldn’t have a sex life. Correction, Harrison wouldn’t have a sex life.

“Thank you.” She said softly before going to sit down on a stool at the breakfast bar. She crossed a leg over the other and picked up her burrito and to her surprise even, managed to take a big bite and a bite that didn’t spill all over her clothes. Esther had terrible luck with burgers, wraps, sandwiches, anything that had to be held with her hands and had the big chance of falling apart. She never could eat them properly and always ended up finishing them with a fork and a knife. Thankfully with this one, she didn’t have to. She ate happily, making really happy food sounds as she devoured that big fat burrito. She had the mouth for it. Hell, get her talking, she would seem to have a bigger mouth than one would seem. This was just even more proof, considering the comparison and all and how well she ‘devoured’ that one.

As she ate, her eyes couldn’t help but flick over to Harrison and the thoughts she had. One in particular was this thing of repayment. Here he was, a man who let her spend the night in his place, made her breakfast, let her wear a really nice night shirt and went down on her in the morning. But that was just from this time. If she took into account how he was there when Abby was found, when he took her to work and endured her shift to make sure she had a ride home, went home with her and stayed the night, had sex and even made dinner at her own home…Thankfully, her lose of appetite came after she finished her breakfast. Esther owed him. Man, she owed him a lot. She was racking up quite a debt and one she didn’t fancy to keep piling up with interest. Fuck me…

She sat back in the high chair and put her hand on her stomach, definitely and completely stuffed. Although her mind kept drifting back to what she’d like Harrison to stuff her with. Her appetite started to come back but not for food. For him. Let the games begin!
Her hand slid over his silk clad thigh and she leaned in a little bit. “Do you want me to go now? Or can I stay and maybe help you get ready? Do your tie for you?” So she had a secret agenda. She couldn’t help it. Besides, maybe if she could play sneaky with Harrison, it’ll show her how much she can get passed the big hot shot lawyer. It might help to see how much of what she might find out from Abby’s partner she can hide from him. He said to stay out of it. But she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. She trusted him, yes but she intended to make sure this was brought to justice. This wasn’t just someone she knew. This was her best friend since they were kids. They were sisters.
 
"Well, I never had the intent of chasing you out the door Esther." He told her calmly. That hnger was still there, and if anything, it seemed like it was getting worse. Or better, depending on how one looked at it. Help you get ready... Harrison had the thought that she might not be terribly useful in actually getting him dressed for the day, but it was certainly not against his normal thought that he could get ready in other ways. Damn this woman, it was getting harder adn harder with each passing moment. She was an addiction, and a mounting one. But it was not outside of his willpower to refuse her. He knew hee could, simply brush her hand aside, show hre out, and get ready. See her at work, and bring her to the office, fuck her silly in a way of apology, and move on.

But then, there was the fact that while it might be possible for him to do that, he was equally sure he didn't actually want to do that. Having Esther around for his morning routine might bog him down, but he was thinking that she might bog him down in all the most amusing ways he could imagine. That thought did spark his imagination, and he had the image of her nent over the stool she was sitting on, moaning out his name while he pounded into her. He gave his head a barely perceptable shake to clear it. Not the kind of mornig routine he was imagining. Okay, he was imagining it, but not the kind that he was aiming at. He didn't move her hand from his thigh, but did come around the breakfast bar, an plant a kiss on her forehead, before going a little lower, and giving her a slow, but hungry kiss.
"And have you tied a lot of ties then Esther?" he asked her lightly, smiling as he cupped her face lightly.
 
Esther smiled fondly, her eyes sparkling as the smile reached her eyes. She didn’t comment. Her hand did the speaking for her as it rubbed along his thigh gently, but not straying too far, too inward or too far away from her destination. Yes, she had a lot on her mind. Like the various ways Harrison could take her right now, the various ways she could bring him to the tipping point and the various ways they both could lose themselves in each other. Yes, it was a very lovely idea indeed but one that couldn’t be lived out unless either of them didn’t have pressing needs calling them at work. She had runs but he had more important things, like being a lawyer.

When he kissed her forehead, she smiled that same fond and warm smile, as if his warmth comforted her just enough from that one kiss to her forehead. It was such an endearing gesture and one she would turn to putty over. When he kissed her though, she leaned into it, following his lips even when he pulled back before he cupped her face. She blushed softly and shrugged. “Actually, I’m really good at breaking ties. But I’d be a disappointment of a Daddy’s girl and shame mine if I didn’t know how to tie a tie Harrison.” She said softly, leaning her cheek into his hand, her own hand on his thigh moving in a suggestive path to bigger and brighter greener pastures. “I can prove it to you too. If you let me.” By now, her hand moved right over the slight bulge in his sleep pants, though it shocked her to actually feel him. She didn’t let the shock make itself present on her face. She simply smiled, giving a bit of a rub, even a little squeeze before she pulled her hand back and pulled back from him altogether.

Standing, she took her dishes and then his and went over to the sink and started washing up and cleaning up, putting his kitchen exactly where it ought to be before he started cooking. When she finished, she dried her hands on a towel and then leaned over the breakfast bar in front of him. “Shower time?” She technically didn’t take a proper one. If he let her, she’d love to take a proper and full one.
 
Harrison took a deep steadying breath as she ran her hand along him. Oh it was temtping then, so veyr tempting to simply go completely feral on her then and there, shred the clothes from her body, and have her right there on the heated marble floor. It would be easy, and fiercely enjoyable. For both of them really. But that breath was what he needed to keep himself steady. He smiled at her, and let her go. She busied herself in the kitchen, adn he didn't bother t tell her that his cleaning staff would be in a few hours after they were out of the penthouse to tidy things up. She seemed to be labouring under the idea that she owed him somehow. He didn't see it like that at al, but if this helped her feel as though they were more even, then that was perfectly fine by him.

She leaned over the bar when she was done, smiling. A shower... well he did need one, after all that had passed between Esther and himself. And while he had one at the office, it would be better to take care of it here.
"Sure. Meet me there?" He asked her, leaning forward, and planting another kiss on her, giving her every impression that there would be extra benefits if she joined him soon. A hand came to her face again, holding the kiss for a moment, before leaning down, and giving another on the side of her neck, before giving aa possessive, hungry bite that just fell short of leaving a mark on her neck. Deciding to play just a litt,e he came around the bar, and slid her close to him, wanting to feel her close t him for a moment, while bringing himself low enough to give her a proper kiss. He casually untucked her shirt, and slid a hand up the blouse, feeling all along her stomach, and noting the buttons straining to contain his arm. He was careful, not wanting to ruin the shirt at this point, as he massaged a breast through the bra she wore. And at that point, he slid his arm free, and disentangled hismefl from her. He gave her a wink, a loaded one, and turned from her, heading for the main bathroom, not just tha smaller en suite that he had from his bedroom.

Glossy silver marble gleamed in the light from the lamps on the walls. He could have fit Esther's living room with room to spare in this place. He went to the shower, a large enclosed contraption, and pressed a button. A beep came, and water began to come from a few holes in the marble wall. He held a button, increasing the temperature to a good level, and smiled. Steam was starting to billow out, and he turned the ventilation fan on. It was quiet, but kept the room navigable to those who might not know there was around. he dropped the sleep pants, and set them in a hamper. He smiled. That little round of play with Esther had left him hard as he could be, and he shook his head as he opened the glass door of the shower.
 
“Okay.” She smiled shyly before her lips met with his in a kiss. She expected him to simply pull back after a sweet little peck. No, instead, his warm strong hand cupped around her cheek and she found herself leaning over the breakfast bar. It was amazing she wasn’t trying to crawl on top of it to crawl over to him and devour his mouth. No, Esther kissed him back deeply, her hand moving over his hand that was around her cheek. She couldn’t help it. Deep inside of her lived a cheesy and hopeless romantic. It had been dormant since Chad. Now it was coming up to the surface. But she had to stop it. Harrison was her…boss-lover-lawyer. Not necessarily in that order. No, she’d ruin a good thing by putting emotions to it. Emotions that would be difficult to qualm. Any girl could fall for a man like Harrison. It would be hard not to. Regardless of the age. Just the little things. And so far in her life and with how much she lost, she learned early on to enjoy and cherish the little things.

When he pulled back, she smiled dreamily at him, her heart racing and her stomach doing excited somersaults. Then he rounded the corner of the breakfast bar and was right in front of her. Oh, he was mean, he was so very mean. She opened her mouth to speak before his lips found hers. She melted right into him, her body leaning into his as she kissed him back, her skin prickling deliciously when he touched her. She leaned up on her tippy toes almost to keep matching him until he once more pulled back, just as she was being so easily accustomed to his hand on her bra-clad breast, desperately wishing she wasn’t wearing the offending material anymore.

He was gone and it didn’t take long for her to practically run after him. Okay, so she didn’t run but she did have a certain pep in her step as she followed him, stopping shocked in the large bathroom. No, she could fit her entire apartment in here. Her hazel eyes watched in amazement though as Harrison stripped down, her eyes greedily gluing to her favorite part of his body. Okay, second favorite tying with his hand. Her first favorite were his lips.

Still, she wasted no time in undressing herself, easily undoing her vest and her shirt since he pulled her blouse from the confines of being tucked into her trousers. Then she undid those as well and went to her bra and socks. She looked down at herself in his boxers. Oh well, cat’s out of the bag. She had no intention of giving those back though. Consider it a token she got out of their relationship. Whatever it might be.

Completely nude and ready, she went to the door and opened it before slipping inside, instantly being greeted to really nice hot water with divine water pressure. “Hmm.” She hummed, running her hand through her now drenched hair to pull it out of her face. Then she aligned her body right in front of his, facing him and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Not exactly a most normal shower but she could see this fitting into a new norm for them both if this continued. Her lips found his bravely—after all, he could suddenly come to his senses anytime and push her away, shun her—and kissed him with a hungry passion. He made her hungry always for him. It was an addiction. He knew it. She knew it. How could either of them not? Then her lips parted from his after a moment or two and started a downward trek on his body. His neck, his collarbone, down his throat and his sternum until her body had to move downward with her, her tongue trailing down his chest and stomach until her knees touched the shower floor and her tongue glided so easily down the underside of his shaft, where her hand came up to meet it, fingers wrapping around the length. She stroked and looked up at him, her tongue coming back out to the head and licking like he was the most delicious popsicle—which he was—before wrapping her lush lips around it completely, sucking. She started slow, tasting him like one might taste a new flavor, even if she already had tasted him once—but it was mostly to tease him—before delving further until she was able to take as much of him as she could. All the while, her eyes were on him. Her greatest pleasure possibly was her partner’s pleasure, especially when she was causing it. It was such a great power and such a great feeling. The fact she could please Harrison, always put her firmly on Cloud Nine.
 
Harrison wasn't surprised at all to see Esther right behind him. He was smiling at the thought of just how quickly she'd have had to move to keep up with him after the brief hesitation that she had before when he left. Preceeding him into the shower was something he hadn't really anticipated, and the hot water caused a wash of steam that obscured her from view for a moment. He took a few steps in, getting close to her, intending to get a good hold on her, and find out just what could be done. She surprised him with her suddenhalf-attack of a kiss, throwing herself into it with a desperate energy. It always felt as though she was giving the kiss because she was worried she might never get the chance again. That was unlikely, but at the same time, it gave her a lot of energy and entusiasm that he hoped she never lost. it was a most appealing trait that she displayed.

When she started moving south of his lips, he reached out one hand, and rested it on the wall, using it as a balance point. It was very clear where she was heading, and he had no interest or intent to try and stop her one bit. When her tongue slid along his length, he took a deep breath, still loving the feeling of it all, his member jerking slightly from the contact, marking it as something he was looking foreward to. He looked down, finding her eyes fixed on him, with a calm, steady look that he wasnt used to seeing on her. When her lips went around him, and she slid him inot her mouth, that same look was there, but now it was different. Now, that look was searching for his reaction. He met the gaze easily, and his free hand came around to rest on her head. She seemed interested in balancing the books this morning, repaying the favour he'd given her this morning, and he was perfectly fine with that. He'd been hoping she might. As she started to work on him, his eyes slid closed for a second, a reflex action as he faintly groaned from her ministrations.

His breathing was coming in just a touch more ragged as he fought the instinct to simply grab her head and force her deeper into the work, but he saw no harm in a little encouragement. he recalled the instant in the elevator. She could take more down than she seemed to think, and he wanted to help her 'reach her potential' as it were. That hand on her head, loving the feeling of her water slick hair, gave just a slight nudgem urging her a little farther as she moved her head of her own accord. It wasn't much, but it urged her just a little deeper in, just a little more into her mouth with each bob. With a little practice and effort, she might be able to take the whole of him, and that was rare in a woman. But by the Gods, he did want to see her achieve it. The look in his eyes spoke of nothing but enjoyment and encouragement.
 
She could tell he was holding back and she kind of did like that he was just because she wasn’t sure if she could take him all the way. Maybe with a bit of practice, with a bit of a push but she just hoped he wouldn’t do what she knew he was fully capable of doing. She wouldn’t be mad. It just wouldn’t be her fault for any lack of upchuck reflexes. Still, it was a goal she was reaching for because she wanted to at least take pride in being able to take such a monster as him all the way. She had every incentive to want to keep impressing him. Any day he could come to his senses. Since this started, she worried almost every moment that Harrison would snap back into reality and come to his senses, enough to realize what he really thought of her, what a lot of people thought of her, what even Esther herself, thought about her. Add in their age difference, their difference hierarchal statuses in work and just everything they both did. She wondered right now as her mouth conformed around him, her lips wrapped tightly around him as well and her tongue working along him in the only natural way possible, why he hadn’t come to his senses.

Still, for the moment, she pushed those thoughts away to focus on what mattered. Harrison and all his glory, literally. Her fingers unwrapped around him and both hands came to rub the sides of his thighs. With his hand on her head, she knew he would take over but she had no intention to stop. She just wanted to use her mouth more than her hand. Test her own limits as she was sure he was curious to know. She got the little push and it didn’t stop her. It encouraged her. He didn’t force her, it was like a little pat on her shoulder to notify. So she did. She took him deeper, relaxing her throat and her muscles in her mouth to better accommodate him and pushed a bit more, taking an inch and a half more than she was used to in as well as what was already there. Her hand came to the base again mostly for some kind of support and she bobbed her head back and went right in, slowly going deeper each bob. Each time she pulled her mouth off of him before diving back in, she tightened her mouth even more, especially around the head. Esther couldn’t help herself. Harrison had the most attractive head down below. He shouldn’t be surprised if one morning he woke up to…

Pulling her mouth off of him, she worked her hand, stroking him and pumping him in her fist, leaning her tongue back in to lick the known sensitive parts here and there on an already sensitive appendage. “Something the matter Harrison?” Now she really couldn’t help herself, being all coy and teasing and the like. Could she blamed? No! After what he did…the cheeky bastard had it coming.
 
She'd stopped. Harrison could scarcely believe it. He'd been getting so close to fnishing, and she'd had the temerity to stop! It was almost more than he could bear. He had the petulant image of banishing her from his shower for such a thing, but then he'd have no proper recourse for his problem. He paused, watching a droplet of water roll down her face. His hand flexed on the wall. Sometihng had to be done. it could not simply stay like this. And he'd not just wait around for her to decide maybe she might want to fiish what she'd started. No. Not at all. He had the image of siezing her face, adn pushing himself into her mouth, taking his finish fro m her as fast as possible, getting a proper return. But then he was struck by another thought, and he had the image of her pinned underneath him, with him pounding into her relentlessly, and her screaming out for more. And that was an image that he couldn't quite chase away.

His lips peeled back into a snarl, one that Esther might remember fromprevious times with Harrison. The office being the most pronounced one. And it never heralded anything tame or civilized. The floor of the shower was a composite, something that looked very much like silvered marble, but was soft under the feet, adn gave the traction that would be needed for walking barefoot. And he was glad of this. The hand on her head slid around to cup her face gently, while he mentally counted to three, giving her that much more time to resume her work or face what what was coming. When the time was gon, his hand went to her shoulder, adn the snarl deepened. With a shove that was forceful enough to topple her, but not so much that it was likely to hurt her, he moved. He felt her hand come off of his member, and he pounced.

A hand shot out to sieze her wrists, and pull them over her head, effectively pinning Esther to the floor. No bindings or restraints for Harrison Trenton, no, if he was going to restrain a woman he used only his own force and body. His face hovered over her a moment, just out of reach, even if she leaned herself up. Recalling her more sensitive points, he leaned down and planted a kiss onto her neck, sliding his teeth along it with enough force to make sure the senstion travelled all along the path. The water was everywhere, and he had little doubt that it would be doing a lot to increase the sensitivity of both of their skin. With a grin he leaned in and captured her mouth with his own, giving her a hard, blazing kiss that held nothing back, that poured all of his passion, all his need into that gesture. As he did that, he slid his hips forwward, reaching her, adn pressing himself into her in a long, strong stroke.

Breaking the kiss to lean own and capture a nipple in his mouth, he rolled his tongue along it a moment before widening his mouth, and dragging teeth along the brest, just touching his teeth to the nipple, and rising. Gods he was enjoying this kind of blissful torture on her. With that thought, he leaning himself forward to get a better angle on her, adn began to thrust his hips forward. He plunged into her and back, repeating the gestures, adn loving the warm, slick, and tight feel of her wrapped around his shaft. She was skilled at using her mouth on him, that was not in dispute, and he liked the extra variety it added to a session, but it still didn't ompare to being with her like this. He was breathing hard now, nursed along so much by her actions before, he knew he didn't have long. Using the hand pinning her arms to balance himself, he got his other hand in motion, and rubbed along her clitoris mercilessly. If she wanted to tease him, that was fine by him. But in return, he'd drive her insensate with pleasure.
 
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