Chapter 464 Are You Playing with a Cat?
"Francis..." Harper's words got cut off by Francis's kiss. She let out a soft gasp, clutching tightly onto Francis's shirt.
Francis got all fired up by her gasp, his breathing getting heavier. He grabbed Harper's jaw, forcing her mouth open, and let his lips and tongue take over, sucking and swirling.
Harper's vision was blocked by his tie, and even her breath seemed to stop. The darkness made all her senses go wild. Even a simple kiss gave her a different kind of thrill.
Francis's hand pressed against her butt as he kissed her hard.
The spacious, bright office was empty and silent, with only the sound of their wet, fierce kiss filling the room.
Harper had come straight from the studio today, rocking a white blouse and a pencil skirt, looking all professional. At some point, the buttons of her blouse had popped open, and her skirt had ridden up to almost her thighs.
The hot uniform made Francis feel feverish all over. Francis's hand slipped in from behind. Then it came a slight slap as the strap hit her skin.
Harper's eyes widened suddenly; he had unfastened her bra. Even though she couldn't see, she could clearly feel his hot fingertips wandering across her body. Her cheeks were burning, and she pushed him away in a panic. She stammered, "Francis, we're in the office. The desk is for work..."
She was babbling; this was Francis's work desk. If they did it here, how could she look at this desk in the future?
Francis bit her lip and said hoarsely, "Isn't it good? Seeing this desk every day would make me happy."
It was precisely because this was his exclusive territory that he especially wanted to have her on this desk.
The office phone suddenly rang. Harper was so startled that her whole body tensed up. Francis felt her reaction and lightened his kiss, his low panting particularly sexy as he breathed, "What are you nervous about?"
Harper's face was burning as she said, "Your work..."
She tried to get to her feet but was pulled back by Francis's long arm, only to end up on his lap. Harper, startled, hooked her arms around his neck, squirming uncomfortably. He nudged his leg, reminding her, "Don't move."
Harper was about to cry; she didn't want to move either, but she felt so hot.
The phone was put on speaker, and Harper dreaded making a sound instantly.
"Hello, Mr. Getty, Mr. Campbell is here."
Francis looked at Harper in his arms and calmly said, "Okay, I'll be done in fifteen minutes."
The call should have ended, but there suddenly came a familiar voice. "Mr. Getty, what are you doing?" It was Jeffrey who had taken over the call.
Francis didn't respond. Jeffrey said, "In broad daylight, you wouldn't be..."
Harper, feeling guilty, tried to move away. But Francis gripped her waist and pulled her closer. Harper's face bumped into his chest, and she couldn't help but let out a sound.
"What was that?" Jeffrey caught it.
Harper was so scared she clapped her hands to her mouth, but it gave Francis's hand an opportunity. He lifted her skirt and said calmly, "Nothing."
Jeffrey wouldn't let it go, teasing as usual, "Sounded like a cat. You got a cat in your office? And in the middle of the day?"
Harper's face was on fire. She was a mess, her red lips slightly parted, not daring to move, while Francis's hot hand kept misbehaving.
Francis looked at her flushed face, his dark eyes shimmering, and he said, "What? Got a problem?"
"Of course not. Take your time," Jeffrey teased. "Don't say I'm not considerate. I'll give you an hour. How about that?"
Francis's breath was steady as he answered calmly, "Okay."
Francis looked at Harper, who was nearly out of breath from his teasing, and hung up the phone. Then, he leaned in to suck on her earlobe and said, "Sweetie, if you like it, just let it out."
Harper's slender neck was covered in a thin layer of sweat as she endured it with difficulty. She clung to him tightly, her voice moist as she called out, "Francis,"
"Good girl, let's go inside." Francis was still worried the desk was too hard and uncomfortable for her, so he carried her to the big bed in the lounge.
By now, Harper had almost nothing left inside her blouse and skirt. During the time he answered the phone, what needed to be taken off was already off. Now she was like a delicious and tempting dessert.
Francis's eyes grew darker as he pressed down, "Relax, sweetie. Don't bite yourself. Bite me."
Afterwards, both of them were a bit out of breath. Harper was so tired she didn't want to move at all. Francis carried her to wash up. And he did it especially thorough.
Harper couldn't take it, her face red and body soft, lying there as she said in a trembling voice, "No, stop. Not that place..."
Francis's eyes were deep as he said, "You won't need the pills if I wash here."
Her shy look was so enticing as though she was tempting him. Francis's eyes shimmered, and he grabbed her chin and planted a lingering wet kiss.
As they kissed passionately, Harper suddenly snapped out of her daze and hurriedly pushed him away. "Mr. Campbell is still waiting for you, you should go."
They had been so devoted that they lost track of time. Judging from Jeffrey's tone, it was clear he knew what was going on. And the whole company knew Francis's girlfriend was here. Moreover, with Jeffrey still hanging, everyone in the company could tell what Francis was doing with his girlfriend. How could she go out now?
"Alright, let's head out." Francis wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the bed, drying her body off without letting go.
Harper sensed danger and remembered how he had teased her under the guise of washing her up, her face burning. She blushed and said, "You should go."
Francis lifted his eyes and said calmly, "No rush."
He took the clothes Victor had bought earlier and dressed her piece by piece. Then he took a dry towel to dry her hair, his movements gentle and meticulous.
Harper enjoyed the whole process, feeling warm and sweet inside.
Francis was very considerate and gentle to her, except when making love, where he was domineering, ignoring her pleas while deliberately teasing her.
Francis held her, reluctant to let go, kissed her cheek, and said in a deep voice, "Wait for me tonight?"
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