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Elle Acerman is one of very few female paparazzi’s in L.A. Harry Styles is a world famous musician. When she sets her sights on him, she can’t help but develop a massive crush on him. He’s tall, dark and handsome, and a genuinely nice guy. When Elle’s agent pressures her into getting a story out of Harry Styles or leaving him alone for good, Elle works up the nerve to ask him what everyone in the world wants to know – is he gay? Not long after, the two begin a secret affair, but nothing in Hollywood stays secret for long. When some racy photos of them leak to the media, Harry and Elle are left questioning each other. How well do they really know one another? In the end, will they be able to survive a sex scandal?

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7. 07

Elle didn’t see Harry for four days. He was out of her life for four days. And to be particularly honest, she actually missed him quite a bit. They didn’t even cross paths around Los Angeles and that was saying something. He was around, she knew that much. He didn’t jet-set off to some obscure country with another girl or anything. He was just busy. There were a few casual text conversations, but there was no real talk of getting together to see each other, no talk of continuing what they started.

 

 “Elle, you’re bringing me shit,” Kate, Elle’s agent, told her after she handed her some snapshots of Liam Hemsworth and Miley Cyrus having a lunch date together days after he proposed her hand in marriage.

“I’ve been out. There’s just nothing, okay,” Elle told her dryly.

“There’s always something,” Kate said, giving her a look of bullshit, tossing the photos down in front of Elle.

“Kate, I’m serious right now. This is the shit I am getting because this is the shit that’s out there,” Elle said, sliding the pictures back across her desk toward her.

“And what about that boyfriend of yours?” She pointed out.

“What boyfriend?” Elle asked, trying to keep her composure as visions of Harry spun around her head. He was not her boyfriend by any means, but Elle knew where she was going with the question.

“That abstinence pusher. What’s his name – Harry?” She cocked her eyebrow at Elle.

“One; He doesn’t do those abstinence PSA’s anymore. And Two; He’s not my boyfriend. I barely know the guy,” Elle told her, hoping the blush in her cheeks wasn’t going to give her away too easily.

“You barely know the guy? Okay. Explain to me every piece of footage I’ve seen of the two of you in the past couple of weeks.” Kate eyed her knowingly. Kate knew she had her. Elle knew she had her.

“It’s… it’s nothing. I mean, god… I don’t even know the guy,” Elle told her, speaking half-truths.

Elle and Harry knew each other pretty well when it came to sharing orgasms, but there wasn’t a whole lot of time they spent getting to know each other personally in the span of their… friendship.

“Lie to me some more,” Kate said, pursing her lips together.

“Okay, so… he wanted to like… I don’t know. He was trying to pursue me, but I-I turned him down. I-I haven’t seen him in a while,” Elle told her, her words stammering out of her mouth, because again, she was only speaking half-truths.

“That’s perfect!” Kate snapped her finger, having a ‘eureka!’ moment.

“What?” Elle asked, looking at her almost horrified.

“You date him!” She said wide-eyed.

“What?” Elle asked again, feeling her mouth go dry.

“You date him and you get the story. I mean, you don’t really have to date him. Just pretend,” she said, smiling from ear-to-ear.

“No!” Elle scoffed.

“Elle, do you see this shit?” She asked, tossing the pictures of Liam and Miley at her once again.

“I’m not doing it.” Elle shook her head defiantly.

“You will do it. You’re the reporter who blurted out what everyone wanted to know. Is Harry Styles gay? And he responded to you. He responded to you in more ways than one, honey. The lustful look in that boy’s eyes when you were talking. Mm-hmm. You will do this,” Kate told her.

“He is a human being. I am not doing it,” Elle retorted, crossing her arms firmly over her chest.

“Just… just get in his good graces… get some dirt and get out. I hear he’s a bad boy now. Get me some of that kind of stuff. Bad boy stuff,” she offered.

“Absolutely not. That is such an invasion of privacy. No way.” Elle shook her head.

“What do you care about this guy anyway?” She asked.

“I-I don’t care about him. I just… it’s just… I’m not going to do this. He has the right to privacy, you know,” Elle told her.

“Says the paparazzi.” Kate pursed her lips at her again.

“I’ll figure something out, okay. I’ll be out tonight. I’ll get us something. And it’s not going to be using Harry Styles,” Elle told her.

“You better or we’re going to plan B,” Kate said, cocking her eyebrow at Elle.

“No… we’re not.” Elle shook her head, getting up from her chair, ready to get the hell out of there.

“Bring me gold, Elizabeth. Bring me gold,” Kate said in one final warning.

 

“Kate wants me to seduce Harry Styles and get the dirt on him,” Elle told Charlie as they ate lunch the next day.

“How is it going with your British lovah?” Charlie smirked at her as he shoved a fry in his mouth.

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him in a couple of days,” Elle said, shrugging impassively, feeling the nerves bubbling up inside of her thinking about the possibility of Harry not wanting to continue things with her.

“Did you tell Kate you’ve already perfected the seduction part?” Charlie chuckled teasingly.

“Obviously I haven’t perfected it since I haven’t seen him in almost five days,” she groaned, taking a sip of her lemonade.

“What’s up with that? Do you think he’s getting some somewhere else?” He asked her.

“Who am I to stop him?” Elle shrugged, feeling like shit about it.

She had no real hold on him. He was free to come and go as he pleased, to see and fuck anyone he pleased. The thought made her nauseous. After all, she was the one to tell him she wanted to keep things under wraps. Maybe he took it as her just asking for something casual – though she wasn’t sure she wanted anything less than casual either. She didn’t know, but it sure ate away at her not being in his presence for so long.

“Kind of a shitty situation, huh?” Charlie asked, sending Elle a frown.

“Yeah. I just… I told him I wanted to keep things private. I just really don’t want to be thrust on the opposite side of the camera. That’s not who I am. I don’t belong there,” Elle told him somberly.

“But you like him?” He asked.

“I’m falling for him… fast,” she confessed with a defeated face, letting the last word fall off her lips like an afterthought.

She didn’t know how she felt about her feelings toward him. For the most part, it made her feel uncomfortable because she had no idea how he felt about her on a day to day basis.

“Just tell him what’s up,” Charlie told her with a lax shrug.

“It’s not that easy. There’s so much gray area,” Elle grumbled.

“Just be honest with him and lay it out in black and white. Guys don’t like mind games. We like straightforward, literal answers. Honesty is your best bet, Elle,” he told her.

“I guess,” she sighed.

“Are we getting out tonight?” He asked, changing the subject before Elle had time to process his advice.

“Yeah, sure,” she nodded sullenly.

“I’ll pick you up around eight?” He said quickly in the form of a question as if he were dismissing her.

“Yeah, sure,” Elle said, watching as he got up from the table, her eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“I’ve gotta run, but I’ll see you soon,” he said, throwing down enough money to pay the whole tab.

“Alright. Bye,” Elle said quietly, still feeling a little shell-shocked by the whole conversation.

He waved her off and disappeared out of the restaurant. After Elle finished, she walked the couple of blocks back home with a lot on her mind.

 

Elle just laced up her Converse sneakers when she heard her door buzzer sound, startling her to her feet. It confused the hell out of her as to why Charlie felt the need to buzz her door when he always just waited for her in the car. Elle looked at the clock, realizing she still had nearly fifteen minutes until he was actually due to pick her up. Maybe he needed to talk or something.

“Uh, yeah?” Elle spoke into the intercom after crossing the room to her apartment door.

“Elle?” She heard a man’s voice through the crackling speaker.

“Yeah,” she answered, still confused.

“Hey, it’s Harry,” she heard and her stomach immediately exploded with butterflies – annoying, gut-wrenching little butterflies, hundreds and hundreds of them.

“Hey. Uh, let me buzz you up,” she said through a wide smile.

“’Kay,” he said and she pressed the button long enough for him to open the door.

Harry was there and Elle was freaking out. She dashed to her window quickly, seeing for herself his Range Rover parked out front of her building. There was a small knock at her door and her stomach took a nose-dive. Looking quickly in the mirror, out of habit, she adjusted her hair and checked her makeup for any splotching before she crossed the space to her door.

Harry stood in front of her wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt, a black leather jacket, and a smile. Beautiful, beautiful man. It took all the self-control she had not to grab him by his jacket and rip his clothes right off of that well-tone, well-tanned body of his. Good God, she was purring for him.

“Hi.” Elle smiled widely at him, unable to hold back her excitement.

“Hi. I brought take-out,” he said, giving her a goofy grin, as he held up a large brown paper bag.

“Oh. Awesome,” she told him, feeling dazed by his presence and his romantic gesture.

His smile dropped as soon as his eyes looked down her body.

“You were going out,” he said lowly. All his boyish charm displayed on his face with his disappointment. He was utterly adorable.

“I-I… I mean…” Elle stammered. Didn’t he know she would drop everything for a chance to spend the night with him? Didn’t she make that perfectly clear each and every time she was in his presence?

“You’re wearing your Converses,” he said, pointing to her feet.

“I mean, I was going to go out with Charlie—” Elle started to explain.

“Charlie?” Harry asked, his eyes flaring slightly. Jealousy perhaps? The prospect of Harry being jealous of any boy Elle spent her time with was remarkable to her, because it gave her hope that he actually did care beyond just getting laid.

“Uh, just a colleague,” she told him, hoping to extinguish any thoughts he might have about her relationship with Charlie. Just a colleague.

“Oh. I mean, I can come back later,” Harry said, pointing back to the door.

“No! No, no. I don’t need to go out,” Elle said grabbing the sleeve of Harry’s jacket, pulling him into the apartment before closing the door. Kate’s voice was nagging in the back of her head about getting some footage she could work with, but surely that could wait another night, right?

“Elle, if you need to work—” Harry started.

“I’d much rather be here… with you,” she told him as she grabbed the bag from his hand and walked it over to her kitchen counter. Harry followed immediately.

“Are you sure?” He eyed her.

“I am entirely sure. In all honesty, I was hoping to run into you tonight.” She smirked at him, feeling the instantaneous blush in her cheeks at her little confession.

“Oh yeah?” He moved closer to her, rubbing his finger across the tiny bare patch of her stomach just above the waistband of her jeans as he looked into her eyes with a wide knee-weakening smile.

“Yeah.” She nodded, swallowing hard with his stare beating down on her.

“I’ve been wanting to see you too,” he told her, leaning in a little closer.

Elle’s breathing hitched seconds before Harry’s lips met hers. He pulled back, keeping that smile on his face and his eyes on her.

“Good to know,” Elle breathed and Harry let out a small laugh as he backed up and started pulling out containers of Thai take-out from the brown paper bag.

Elle smiled to herself as she took out her cell phone and sent Charlie a short text, telling him she would be unavailable to come out tonight – that something came up.

 And that something was standing in her kitchen dishing her a plate of mouth-watering Thai food.

 

“Harry, that was fantastic,” Elle groaned, feeling the fullness of her belly after eating the amazing food he brought over.

“Don’t thank me. Thank the people at Sunset Thai.” He smirked at her, leaning forward to set his plate on the coffee table.

“I’ll have to send them a thank you note,” Elle said jokingly as she smiled appreciatively at him.

Their eyes lingered on one another’s and Elle could feel the desire building inside of her for this man, this delicious mouth-watering man. The TV was on, but she couldn’t be bothered with paying attention to it when he was just so much more entertaining to watch. She bit her lip as he bounced his eyebrows quickly at her.

“Come here,” he said, gripping his hand onto her upper thigh.

Elle was so ready. She knew there was no way he was going to need to tell her twice. She scrambled, a little less gracefully than she would have hoped, up onto her knees in front of him. He gripped onto the back of her thigh and coaxed it over his legs so she was sitting astride him.

“Elle,” he breathed, swiping her hair behind her ear as she gripped firmly to the front of his t-shirt.

“You’re so beautiful, Elle,” he murmured as his eyes bore into hers contently.

“Don’t say it unless you really mean it, Styles,” Elle breathed lowly.

“Oh, I fully mean it, Acerman.” Harry smirked at her.

“How do you know my last name?” She asked, taken aback as she pulled back from him slightly.

“You think I don’t know things about the girl I’ve been sharing a bed with?” He cocked an amusing eyebrow at her.

“I suppose,” she breathed lightly.

“Does it bother you?” He asked.

“That you know my last name? Or that you know my last name without me tell you my last name?” She asked.

“Either.” He shrugged.

“No,” she said honestly. This man would have to do something a lot worse and weirder than that to be able to bother her in any way.

“Good.” He smiled.

“Rose,” Elle told him.

“What?” He asked.

“Rose is my middle name. Elizabeth Rose Acerman,” she told him.

“Nice to meet you, Elizabeth Rose Acerman. I’m Harry Edward Styles.” He smirked, gripping firmly onto her ass that was cupped in his hands.

“I know,” she giggled.

“You would know, now wouldn’t you?” He smirked, leaning up to kiss her lips.

“I would,” she giggled against his lips.

“Stalker,” he whispered comically as he kissed her again.

As their mouths moved fluidly with one another’s, Elle could feel his excitement below her and it only made her desire for him thicken. She was certain the pheromones she was giving off because of him could be sensed from a mile away. It was ridiculous how easily he could get her going.

His fingers were trailing up the back of her shirt, sending pleasing tingles throughout her body as they tickled her skin. And it made her want to be naked and to have him naked too. She wanted flesh on flesh. She wanted him inside of her, bringing her to her brink.

Pulling back, Elle’s fingers gripped on the hem of her baby blue tight fitting Save Ferris t-shirt, pulling it straight over her head. Harry tugged her hair binder out of her hair, letting it fall across her bare shoulders as he let out a Soft moan. His eyes and hands connected with her bra-clad breasts almost immediately after, cupping them in his hands, leaning forward to leave a kiss on the tops of each of them, igniting the flesh with his lips.

 “Please,” Elle moaned lowly as his fingers gripped onto the silky fabric of her bra, exposing her chest fully.

“So beautiful,” he breathed as he once again leaned forward, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth.

Elle’s fingers dug into his hair as he nipped and sucked and swirled her nipple in his mouth in the most excruciating, tantalizing way possible.

“You’re gonna…” Elle was breathless as the pleasure engulfed her.

“I’m gonna what?” He asked, pausing momentarily from the sweet, agonizing torture his mouth was giving her.

“You’re gonna make me come,” she sighed pleasurably.

“And what is wrong with that?” He smirked cunningly up at her.

“Oh, God,” she moaned as his mouth fell back onto her chest and his hand came up to slowly roll the bud of her other nipple between his fingers.

“Oh my god, Harry,” Elle gasped as she felt her orgasm building and building.

Mmm,” he hummed against the nipple that was buried in his mouth and it sent her over the edge.

Her body swelled and shook right in front of him, because of him, as the waves of her orgasm rocked through her.

“Oh my god,” she sighed, swallowing hard, only tasting dryness.

“I love hearing my name on your tongue when you come,” Harry smirked, his words sending another shot of pleasure through her. She could only smile bashfully at him in response.

Harry’s smile was domineering and Elle could tell he was pleased with himself, being able to make her fall apart with only his mouth and fingertips. She wanted nothing more than to make him come too. And she knew how.

“I’ll be right back. Do me a favor,” she breathed seductively against his lips.

“What?” He smirked against hers.

“Get naked,” she said moments before she pulled herself off his lap.

Unngh,” he groaned playfully as she made her way across the room to her night stand.

She pulled a condom out and put it between her teeth as she kicked off her Converses and started unbuttoning her pants. She looked over at Harry to see him doing the same and it brought a wide smile to her face. She threw off her pants, taking her panties down with them and immediately unhooked her bra and dumped it on the floor on top of her disorderly pile of clothes. She pulled the condom packet from her teeth and made her way back to her lover.

Elle couldn’t help but smirk at Harry as he stood next to her couch wearing only his black boxer briefs. He was staring. He was just standing there gawking at her naked body moving toward him.

“You’re not naked.” Elle smiled evenly at him and his eyes flashed up to hers.

“Forgive me for being a little distracted.” He smirked as she leaned up to kiss him quickly.

“Let me be of some assistance, Mr. Styles,” Elle said confidently, smirking deviously at him.

“Please,” he breathed, his voice husky as her index finger slid across the inside waistband of his boxers.

 Elle licked her lips before biting the lower one between her teeth as her hands slowly worked the fabric down the perfect mound of his well-sculpted ass. His eyes were staring into hers and she did everything in her power to keep the confident, seductive look in hers when all she truly wanted to do was to melt into him.

“That’s very sexy, Miss Acerman.” He smirked at her.

“Sit,” she breathed, ignoring his knee-weakening comment.

He smirked, seemingly impressed that she was being so assertive. He did what was asked of him and as soon as Elle finished pulling his boxer briefs from his body, she sunk to her knees in front of him. Harry’s eyes danced with anticipation as she wrapped her hand around his length. Licking her lips once again, she slowly leaned forward and licked at the tip of his penis, careful to gage his reaction. Of course, he didn’t disappoint. His eyes were hooded, swirling with lust and desire, and the sudden intake of breath he needed to take was enough to keep her going.

Elle leaned in further, wrapping her lips around him, using her tongue to moisten his entire length before she began a slow bob on top of him.

Ohh,” he sighed pleasingly as his hand came across to swipe away the hair that fell in front of her face.

After a few rapid successions on him, taking his whole length into her mouth, Elle pulled up, leaving him with a final swirl of her tongue around the head.

“I may start calling you ‘Ace’ after that,” he cooed.

“Oh. Because of my last name?” She smirked.

“And because you’re a fucking ace at that.” He smiled pleasingly at her, his eyes still hooded, looking sexy as hell.

“I could continue.” She smirked, cocking her eyebrow at him.

“No. I want you,” he protested. And it was the best three words Elle heard out of his mouth yet. He wanted her.

“That can be arranged.” She smirked confidently up at him, as she picked up the discarded condom off of the couch cushion.

She ripped the wrapper with her teeth and positioned the condom, rolling it on him.

“Ace,” he breathed through a smile as he gripped onto the tip of the condom and tugged, causing a perfect suction around him.

“Come here,” he said, holding out his arms for her and she clambered up off of the floor back into his lap so she was sitting astride him once again.

“Oh, Elle,” he sighed, moments before their lips met again.

Her name on his lips was the sweetest thing in the world.

“Mmm,” she breathed as she let herself sink down on top of him slowly.

His mouth hung open slightly, his eyes closed as his head rest against the back of the couch. He was so unbearably sexy, and for the moment, he was all hers.

Elle leaned forward, kissing a line up the fine sheathing of stubble on his jaw – a day’s worth, she’d say. He was all man. Just a stunning specimen of a man. Their lips met and she began her movement on top of him. Harry kissed her with just as much hunger as her own and it only egged her on. His hands on her hips helped her along, bouncing her slowly against him.

Elle gripped her hands onto the back of the couch, fisting the fabric between her fingers as she built up her rhythm against him, her breathing becoming heavy, her body sliding slickly against his.

She was nearly there, again. She wanted to explode so badly. She needed to.

“Say my name and let yourself go,” Harry breathed against her ear, another request she would gladly see to. As his teeth nibbled against her earlobe, her orgasm was rising, ready to wash her out.

“Go,” he breathed again and she let herself, falling forward against his chest.

“Harry, oh god,” she moaned loudly for him.

As she came, Harry gripped her hips and began his own delicious rhythm, pressing up into her, making it more intense and explosive. With his heightened pace, it wasn’t long until he too was coming for her.

“Fuck, Ace,” he groaned, letting himself go.

Elle smiled against his collarbone at the nickname. She’d be his Ace any day. Their breathing fell into place with one another’s as they regained their senses. When Elle heard a low rumbling in his chest, she pulled up, seeing that he was chuckling, his eyes still hooded.

“What?” She smirked at him.

“You sure know how to show a guy a good time.” He smiled at her.

“And you sure know how to give a good orgasm,” Elle retorted with her own smile back at him.

“Orgasms,” he accentuated the word, his smile stuck on his face.

“Orgasmssss,” Elle said, hissing out the ‘s’ at the end, in ode to the double the pleasure, double the fun orgasms he gave her.

“Glad to be of service,” he told her.

“Mmm, you can definitely service me any time,” Elle giggled as she slid down on the couch next to him, her legs left to rest on his lap. She closed her eyes as she rested her head against the back of the couch.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, patting her knee as she felt him push up against her legs, getting off the couch completely.

“Mmm,” she groaned, not wanting to lose the contact they had.

Elle opened one of her eyes just in time to see his perfect ass saunter away toward the bathroom. She was lost in her own head while he was away, visions of white picket fences and little babies with his perfect chocolate eyes and enchanting smile. Oh, what she wouldn’t do.

As she heard the familiar clicking of her camera, she groaned to herself, opening her eyes to see him standing above her having yet another impromptu photo shoot of her naked form.

“Again?” She asked him, slightly bewildered by him.

“Mm-hmm.” He smirked at her, taking a few more.

“Where are the other ones I took of you?” He asked curiously, a smug smile tugging at his lips.

“Saved in a very isolated folder on my computer. Think of it as the Swiss bank account of folders. No one will find it.” She smirked at him. He smiled back amusingly at her.

“I’ll just keep taking more until they are in my possession.” He smirked cunningly at her.

“You’re going to need your own camera for that then,” Elle retorted, almost immediately regretting the words. She didn’t need to feed him ideas.

“That can be arranged,” he said in more of a sultry promise than anything as he continued taking picture after picture.

“Harry,” she whined.

“Elle,” he breathed, his voice still husky and perfect.

“It’s my turn,” she said, deciding to go for the offence rather than be a hindrance in his little game.

“Mmm.” He smirked down at her, giving a look to say ‘no fucking way’.

“No fair,” she breathed almost inaudibly, yet understood why he wouldn’t want that.

“Come here,” he told her, holding out his free hand for her. She scrambled to her knees on the couch as she grabbed his hand.

“Come on,” he said, urging her to her feet. She obliged him without question. And she stood in front of him, his finger still quite snap happy, only this time she could register this as one of his deepest desires. She could see it in his eyes.

“You are so incredible, Elle,” he breathed out in almost a groan, sending tingles all throughout her body.

He leaned in, kissing her lips and she saw the familiar flash light up the room through her eyelids. He was taking pictures of them kissing! Oh my god. As the kiss deepened, there were more and more flashes from the camera. This was so erotic and pleasing in so many ways. He was the incredible one.

“Come here,” Harry said, spinning her body easily in his arms so her back was to his front as his lips kissed her shoulder. Elle’s head tipped back against his other shoulder, the side of her face pressed against his as another camera flash erupted through the relative dimness of the room. Oh god. Her body was weakening from all of this passion and love and lust.

“Sit,” he said, pulling her down onto the couch with him, on top of his lap, her back to his chest.

The fingers of his free hand sliding smoothly across the skin of her breasts, sending pricks of hot pleasure through each hardened nipple. And there was another flash and another. He was enjoying himself and she knew she wasn’t going to get away with hiding these photos from him. He was going to want every single sensual one of them for his own private collection.

His lips moved up the sensitive skin on her neck, his hands moving lower, down her belly, until he buried it between her legs. And of course, he angled the lens of the camera to capture that moment as well.

“Perfect body, Ace. Just perfect,” he breathed in her ear and she could only give him a heady grunt in response. She was so turned on.

“Open your legs,” he commanded and she obeyed without question, his perfect fingers could be on any part of her body he wished.

Snap, snap. He continued to shoot away.

His fingers grazed so lightly against her sensitive flesh, she almost couldn’t handle it. Her hips bucked forward involuntary just so she could feel him. His Soft chuckles on the flesh of her shoulders brought her back from her lust coma to the present.

“Kiss me,” he commanded and Elle craned her neck to meet his lips with hers.

Snap, snap, snap.

Catching her completely off guard, he sank his fingers inside of her, causing her to break the kiss only to let her jaw hang open in pleasure and anticipation. He chuckled once again, snapping more pictures of her in her most intimate of moments.

 “I can’t wait to see these pictures, Elle. I can’t wait to see your face,” he breathed against her neck, as his fingers moved smoothly in and out of her. Her breathing was heavy and lust-filled and she couldn’t help it one bit. She was fully engulfed in his seductive world.

Ohh. God, Harry,” she groaned, licking her lips as she tipped her head back against his shoulder.

“You’re so incredible, Ace. So fucking incredible,” he said as he continued snapping pictures of the two of them as he finger-fucked her to oblivion.

Once Harry’s fingers stilled, once he successfully gave her a third orgasm that night, Elle lay sprawled out against his body, the two of them still sitting on the couch, her chest heaving, her throat dry and barren. He finally set her camera down on the table next to the couch and let that hand slide smoothly across her breasts as his other hand stayed cupped against her heat.

“I’d love to give you the world if you’d let me, Elle,” Harry breathed in her ear, his voice as smooth as honey, his words holding such honesty and meaning.

Her heart squeezed tightly in her chest, her brain failing her. She had no response to give him. Tears stung at the edges of her eyes and she turned her head to leave a robust, almost painful kiss against his lips. She wanted the kiss to speak for her. She wanted this man.

How was he single? How the hell was this man still single?

“Come here,” he said, releasing her out of his strong grasp and she turned her body in his arms.

Elle pressed her cheek against his bare chest and he just held her against him. And she felt loved and safe and everything was so intensely perfect, she could have died happy.

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