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“Yes, I am aware,” she stated. “I meant, what are you doing walking around at this time of the morning.” She assumed returning from the mess he made.
“I just returned from London. A night out with Nathaniel,” he said, confirming her suspicions.
“Don’t worry,” Henry stated, reading the concern on her face. “We stayed off the grid,” he whispered joked.
Bre wanted to inform him he most definitely had not, but his playful nature softened her annoyance, so she kept her words to herself.
“What are you doing here so early?” Henry asked the sweetness of the scotch on his breath tickled across Bre’s nose as he invaded her space. Even drunk, Henry’s appeal did not falter. Instead, it made his slightly irritating need for control falter ever so slightly.
Taking a step back, Bre attempted to clear her head before responding. It’s not as though she were doing anything wrong, but Henry’s presence confused her rational mind and made her want to throw all caution to the wind.
“I ask you a question Breanne,” he said, moving closer once again. Bre stepped back, only to collide with a side table. “Shit!” she said as she felt the 17th-century piece of furniture collide with her hipbone. A searing pain spread down her thigh, and she doubled over.
The sound of Bre’s pain seemed to break Henry of his drunken stupor, and he slowly moved towards her, this time in a non-sexual way. He took her hand, and gingerly led her to a sitting chair where he softly encouraged her to have a seat.
“Are you alright?” he asked, his brow wrinkled in concern. “I’ve caught many a bruise trying to sneak in here in the dead of night. I once broke my wrist running into one of these stupid bureaus my mother insists on keeping around.”
Giggling at his assessment, Bre felt her earlier irritation melting as that undeniable charisma took hold of her once more. “I’m fine,” she said softly.
Kneeling before her, Henry let his hands roam across Bre’s stocking-clad legs. Despite the heat from his hands, Bre shivered at his touch. All of her senses heightened at his presence.
“You should get to bed,” she whispered. Her voice barely worked across her dry lips.
“Come with me,” Henry whispered seductively sliding his hand further up her skirt. “Next time, don’t wear tights,” he commanded as his hand moved further upward until she could feel the heat from his hand at the apex of her thighs. Henry’s shoes scraped against the carpet of the hallway until he was pressed as tightly against her as two people could be.
Brown eyes collided with green and the air between them ignited before soft lips smashed together. Nothing was sweet about this kiss; it was vicious. Tongues warred and teeth clashed as Harry and Bre attempted to consume one another.
Henry grabbed Bre’s hair pulling her closer to him. With each press of his mouth to hers and each swipe of his tongue he left Bre panting for more.
When Henry’s fingers finally made their way to the place Bre craved, she gasped in his mouth. Even as he massaged her over her stockings and panties, the little zings of pleasure he created made her tremble.
“We shouldn’t do this,” she moaned out softly as his lips moved across her neck, biting softly making her quack.
“You are so responsive,” Henry marveled as Bre squirmed against his fingers looking for relief. At his words, his fingers sped up, as though he wanted her to be even more responsive than she already was. Bre moaned as she pressed herself closer to his hands.
“Tell me you want me,” Henry said as his fingers worked her into a frenzy. Bre didn’t know what to say. Her brain stopped working as her orgasm sped closer. “Tell me,” Henry growled, his finger moving faster. The material of her tights and panties created delicious friction against her clit as Henry played her, and she knew she was moments away from seeing stars.
“Say it,” Henry roared as Bre moaned and shifted her pelvis further into his hands.
Then, without warning, Henry removed his hand from her, causing Bre to whimper at the loss of contact. “What are you doing?”
“Going to bed,” Henry said, straightening his jacket as he got to his feet.
“Going to bed?” Bre repeated, unable to process his remarks. Her face flushed with a small sheet of sweat, and she could feel her heartbeat raging in her clit as her release remained just out of reach. “What happened?” she questioned, hating how desperately horny she sounded.
“Nothing,” Henry remarked. “I gave you an order, and you didn’t follow it. I don’t reward bad behavior,” he said.
As blood rushed back to her head, Bre’s mouth dropped open at Harry’s words. “I don’t take orders from you,” she growled out offended by his behavior.
“Clearly,” Henry said. “Was hanging on to your pride worth it?” he asked.
Bre wasn’t sure what to say. No man ever treated her this way.
She felt upset and humiliated. What the fuck was she thinking? Henry was her boss, her job was to find him a wife, and frankly, she had a strict rule against bad-boys as if the other two things weren’t reason enough to stay away from him.
“You are an asshole,” she panted out not sure if he anger stole her breath, or if he had.
Laughing, Henry turned his back at her words. “I’ll see you in the morning. Be sure to set up a lunch date with one of the girls from the list. I’m feeling amorous today,” he said, walking towards his rooms.
