Weak Without Him

"For sexual harassment."

"Toward who?"

"Fi

I burst into laughter, but swallowed it back when Luke put his finger over his mouth. What were the damn odds of her being fired for sexually harassing Fi

"So it really was just incredibly horrible timing?"

"I'd say so. Apparently he was furious beyond belief."

A smile crept across my face. Oh, how I would have loved to be a fly on the wall when he fired her. I imagined the hard look in his eyes and the harsh words he spoke. When it came to business, Fi

I stifled a laugh. I bet it chapped her ass to know that we had one thing in common: being fired from The Elite. Unfortunately for her, I got the last laugh. Momma always said not to rub things in people’s faces or say 'I told you so' because it wasn't very polite, but at that moment, I wanted to.

Fi

Twenty-two

Emma brought a tray of biscuits, or cookies as I call them, to the sitting area where Fi

"These are delicious," I said, and shifted my eyes toward Fi

"It's a secret recipe passed down from my great-great grandmum," Emma said. Luke bit into one, sipped his coffee, and continued to talk with his father.

"I've had them before," I said.

"I don't think so. It's an extremely secret recipe," Emma insisted.

"She's had them," Fi

Emma set the cup down, interlocked her fingers together, and glared at Fi

"Je

I nodded my head. They had, I couldn't lie.

"I thought you said you couldn't get the recipe right," she said to Fi

"I practiced until they were perfect. Just like yours and grandmum’s."

"Did you find the ingredient you were missing?"

"I did," Fi

"I was over-mixing, trying to stay within the lines, and following the recipe exactly. But I realized that I couldn't do it precisely like the directions. I had to give a little here and there, and mix it until I thought it was done, not a specific time limit or number of mixes. Once I did that… they were perfect." He laughed and smiled with his mother. He loved her so much.

"Very good, Fi

My heart pounded in my chest. Seeing Fi

We finished, and before Fi

"I've got something to show you," he whispered.

I shot him a confused look.

"My old bedroom. Hasn't changed since the day I left home twelve years ago."

All eyes were on me and I blushed. I had to play the part: the girl he brought home to meet the parents. He stood, and I followed. We climbed the stairs, and he barely waited for me.

When we rounded the corner, he opened the door to the room at the end. Inside were posters of soccer players on the wall and a keyboard in the corner. Fi

"The way you looked at me downstairs," he said. Then his lips were on mine and he was backing me up against the wall. Every sense and emotion heightened. He threaded his fingers through my hair and kissed me so hard my lips hurt. Want, need, desire, they all overtook me.

I kissed him greedily as I unbuttoned his pants. Every inch of him was excited and wanted me. He tugged my hair toward him, pulled me closer, and forced me to look into his eyes. I was like air, and he couldn't breathe me in fast enough. He pulled my dress up to my waist. Luckily, he'd already removed my panties, or rather put them in his pocket as a good luck charm.

When he inserted himself into me, I gasped. All of him, every inch of him, filled me, and he moaned in my ear as he pushed deeper into me. We couldn't have enough of each other. I needed him so much. We moved with one another, and he became more animalistic and rough with me, and I wanted it. Oh God, I needed it. I swallowed down moans, as my emotions rose and collapsed on themselves like waves at sea.

I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer. Hot breath danced on my skin. I needed more of him as my orgasm teetered on edge, and he whispered dirty things in my ear.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he said over my mouth. I smiled at his words.

"I've been thinking about this moment for days," he said.

"I've missed you. I've wanted you so bad since the last time I saw you. I couldn't stop thinking about you," I whispered in his ear.

"Oh God. You fucking drive me crazy. I… need more of you. What are you doing to me?"

I grabbed his hair in my fists. As I came, I released a loud moan. Fi

"I can never have enough of you," he whispered in my ear.

"Satisfaction guaranteed," I said.

"Isn't that my line, Miss Downs?"

Back to the Miss and Mr.

I lowered my dress, as pure satisfaction washed over me. The lust I craved had temporarily been met. Keyword being temporarily. Our desires had been so strong that neither one of us could resist. Sometimes Fi

I couldn't find the words to respond, so I just kissed him. His hands tugged at my waist. He poured out his emotions through his touch. It was magical and overpowering. The feeling was almost suffocating, to know that he really did want me. The man that could have any woman in the world wanted me. Truth was, he had me from hello or rather from 'get the fuck out'.

I moved from the wall and studied the room where young Fi

"Am I the first girl you've ever had in your room, Mr. Felton?"

"Oddly enough, yes. You're the first girl I've ever fucked in my parents' house."

I turned around and looked at his wild fuckable hair. Eyes that read my shock like an open book. Fi