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“Ineed to get to work,” Bre said as she searched for her clothing amongst the mess of the room. “Where is my phone?” she asked her frustration mounting as she slid back into her underwear and bra. The magic of the evening and early morning fled in the wake of the tabloid photos. The couple no longer felt carefree and horny; instead, it felt like they were marching towards the edge of a cliff.
“We’ll find the phone,” Henry told her as he caressed her delicate shoulders. His hands felt nice and warm against her cold skin, and despite her better judgment, she leaned into his touch. She marveled at how calm he acted once his mother left. She could tell Priscilla brought out the worst in him, and once her presence was removed, he seemed unbothered. After all, the pictures painted Bre as a whore, and Henry simply looked like the bad-boy Duke everyone thought he was. Still, the photographs might set back his attempts to clean up his public persona.
“How can you be so calm?” she asked. Bre detested feeling weak, but her emotions were running rampant after the events of the morning.
“I’m calm because we both know the tabloids are wrong,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’ve also never much cared what they’ve printed, so I’m not certain why I need to begin now,” he told Bre.
Bre turned her body so that they were face-to-face. His dark eyes now cooled to their usual chocolate depths. “The entire point of Sienna was to reform your reputation, so you don’t lose your seat in Parliament. Now, you look worse than ever,” she said. It felt terrible knowing that she’d played a large part in helping to wreck his reputation. “It looks like you cheated on the darling of London society!” Bre yelled her voice bordering on hysterical.
“Look at me,” Henry ordered softly tipping her chin. “This is not your fault, and those pictures don’t change anything that happened between us last night. And Sienna is certainly not the darling she wants to believe she is,” he told her. His words unknowingly released a weight on Bre’s chest. She wasn’t sure if she could handle it if one top of everything else Henry regretted last night.
“What are you going to do?” she asked him.
“Luckily, I have an amazing spin team,” he told her cheekily. “I’m certain they’ll be able to turn this to my advantage.”
“I’m serious,” Bre said. She knew her job was to fix matters such as these, but that was before she became part of the headline. Henry’s nonchalance bothered her.
Henry laid a soft kiss on Bre’s lips, and her toes tingled as her annoyance began to fly out the window and she melted into his strong arms. “I’m serious,” he said.
Bre groaned as he continued laying kisses across her collarbone. “I guess I need to get to work then,” she told him as she started to extract herself from his grasp.
“I’d prefer your presence in my bed.”
The sound of his voice reignited her passion, but Bre knew she needed to go into crisis management before Henry turned her brain into complete hormonal mush. “Let’s continue where we left off this morning. Much more delightful,” Henry punctuated his statement by sliding his hands into her underwear. The caress of his fingers against her made her gasp, and any thought of working fled her mind.
“Come now, work later,” he demanded, sliding two fingers inside of her as his thumb caressed her clit.
Hips gyrating, Bre refused to remain on the sidelines as Henry continued working her towards an orgasm. Sliding her hands into Henry’s briefs, she took hold of his length, her tiny hand caressing him in time with the rhythm he created.
No words were spoken between them. The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure as they raced to bring each other to a satisfying ending.
“Fuck this,” Henry growled as he disentangled their hands from one another and pressed Bre across the back of an adjacent couch. “Don’t move,” he ordered her as he went off to grab a condom. Bre trembled in anticipation. She knew they needed to be more responsible and deal with the situation at hand, but her body refused to comply once Henry started playing with her. Even the soreness she experienced evaporated at the thought of Henry taking her like this. ‘What is wrong with me?’ Bre asked herself as she wantonly waited for Henry’s return.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked his breath tickling against her neck and his cock tickled against her entrance. The wait made her so sensitive she was sure she’d come the second he entered her.
“Please,” she begged, wiggling her ass against him. Nothing seemed to make Henry harder than when she asked for it, and in moments like these, Bre had no problem pleading for what she wanted.
Henry groaned at her words. “This is going to be fast,” he told her butting his cock against her clit.
“Ugh, just fuck me,” she told him desperate for his touch. Without warning, he thrust into her the force of his movements, pressing her harder against the couch. She practically screamed as the friction set off her first orgasm. Henry’s earlier teasing priming her orgasm to rip through her body.
“Did you come?” Henry asked smugly dragging his teeth against her neck. Bre couldn’t answer. The friction from his thrusts continued her orgasmic bliss, and all she could focus on was the feeling of Henry sliding in and out of her wet pussy.
“Come again,” he demanded, pressing his fingers sloppily against her clit as he continued drilling into her from behind. Henry showed her body no mercy, and Bre babbled like an idiot as her body shook in pleasure. Without warning, Bre screamed, probably loud enough to bring Priscilla back from whatever part of the house she sequestered herself in, as Henry hit the spot inside her that made her vision go white. What Bre classified as a supernova explosion the night before, felt like children play as Henry brought her to an orgasm so intense that Bre thought she’d died.
“Fuck, I could do this all day,” Henry whispered as he slid outside of her body. Bre hissed as the soreness between her thighs returned at his exit.
“I don’t think my body agrees with you,” she panted out, laying across the back of the chair like a ragdoll. If Henry wasn’t behind her, she wasn’t confident she’d be able to stay upright. Henry laid sweet kisses on her cooling skin. “Have dinner with me tonight,” he said.
Bre groaned her body, fighting the idea of a repeat of last evening, “I’m not sure I can keep up with you.”
Henry chuckled against her skin, “Just dinner,” he told her.
Bre considered his words. Last night changed everything. When she’d stayed over, she’d broken the dynamic between the two of them. This was no longer only sex. But, the tabloid photos added another layer of complication to their undefined situation. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” she questioned.
“I’ll pick you up from the office,” he told her not answering her question. “You can tell me about whatever plan you and Matthew develop, and I’ll assuage my mother.”
It all sounded grande in theory. “What about Sienna?” Where they going to allow her to play the jilted girlfriend? “I’ll handle the Sienna situation as well,” Henry assured her. “Now, what was that you mentioned earlier about getting to work?” His change of tone made her laugh.
