Ecstasy

Lottie smiled, her conscience aching. "Yes, please."

Harry set down the takeout bags on the kitchen counter and unpacked the food. Lottie watched him for a few moments before speaking up, her heart heavy in her chest. "Harry, I have something to tell you…" she said softly.

Harry stopped and turned to face her, his smile fading, "What's wrong?"

"We have to have a chat. It's difficult to talk through dinner," Lottie replied, almost numb with nervousness.

"Okay, let's wrap this up then. I know you're worried about today, but I actually really liked your outfit -- even though it may have been a bit much today, I still love you. Nothing will change that," Harry said reassuringly. "I can't deny that I enjoyed showing you off, but maybe we should tone it down a bit in the future if it's unsettling you."

Lottie pushed away her half-eaten plate of food, barely mustering a word. Harry cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher while Lottie watched in silence. He crossed the room and held out his hand, inviting her to the living room. She followed him to the sofa, where he pulled her into an embracing hug.

Lottie looked longingly into Harry's eyes. The warmth of his embrace spread throughout her body, giving her the courage she so desperately needed to apologise. "I'm sorry, Harry," she rasped softly. "I... I asked Charlie to manage his work without relying on you so much. He was let down after I told him he could count on you yesterday, and that's when... when I...."

Harry nodded slowly, understanding etched in his features. "It's okay, I understand. That's why he came back so cocky," He said understandingly.

Lottie's eyes glistened with tears, her voice quivering as she spoke. "Ron told me how good I looked and how it was bound to motivate Charlie," she said, trailing off momentarily. "He said it would have worked on him in the past." She sighed heavily, despair etched across her face. "I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to see if I could still motivate him even though I knew he only said it to push me," she admitted, her words filled with frustration and self-loathing. She was filled with guilt for what she had done, Yet a blush crept across her face as she reflected on the thrill she had experienced from her exhibitionism—A feeling she'd never had before.

Harry embraced her and whispered apologetically, "Lottie, I'm the one to blame for pushing you to tease them at work. And I am not angry. I just want you to feel safe, But you have to tell me did you enjoy it?" his voice shook with anticipation. Images of Lottie and Ron together danced through his mind, curiosity taking over as he waited eagerly for her response.

Lottie's lips formed a "Yes," silently, her face flushed and her cheeks bright with colour. Her eyes are wide and full of desire, her hands clenched tightly together in an effort to contain the energy that radiated from within her, "I'm so sorry, Harry, I don't know what I was thinking."

"Sorry? Don't be sorry, I... I'm enjoying this as much as you," Harry soothed her. As his eyes blazed with fire, his hands started exploring her body with an insatiable hunger. She felt electricity course through her veins as he swept the fabric of her cardigan off her body. His fingers moved with lightning speed to undo her zip, pushing aside her bra and revealing her curves to him and her succulent nipples, sending a chill through her body. She gazed up at him in anticipation, watching his eyes flicker with desire. He whispered in her ear, "I won't make you stop." Remembering how she had teased Charlie and Ron without mercy, knowing it only stirred up an inferno of desire inside him for her. His words rang with longing—he wanted all that the others could never have.

The guilt overwhelmed her, and she felt like she had to tell Harry the truth. Taking a deep breath, she pushed him away gently, wanting to say as much as possible before he stopped her. "When you came into the office, Charlie had grabbed onto my thigh," she said with a quivering voice, feeling ashamed of herself. "You interrupted him, running his hand along my thigh...and I was angry that you had done that." Her guilt bubbled up inside her, and she couldn't help but feel betrayed by her reaction - why hadn't she just told Harry what happened right away?

"I hated myself straight away. I was just lost in the moment. I'm so sorry, Harry," Lottie finished sobbing into his chest.

"He had his hand still on your thigh when I entered, right?" His words were intoned firmly with no trace of anger.

Lottie's gaze slowly moved up to meet his, shame weighing heavily in her chest. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But there's m..."

Without giving her a chance, Harry drew her onto his body. She was perched on top of him on the sofa, his mouth crashing to hers. One hand found itself plundering her exposed breasts, his other rolling up her skirt then grasping at her thong before shoving it aside to grant himself full access to her slickness.