A big meeting.

Lottie woke up well after Harry on Friday morning, sleeping through her alarm and allowing some extra sleep before work. She went straight to the bathroom, cleaning herself up for the day, then to her wardrobe. Harry still wanted her to tease, but not as much as he wanted to see how confident she could be in what she was wearing. A similar outfit to the first day of their new adventure, a black blouse with a skirt to match and tights.

She quickly headed downstairs to find Harry in the kitchen, hastily preparing breakfast. He was humming a tune, and she knew what it meant; he was in a positive mood.

She came over to him and gave him a hug. "Good morning," she said. "You seem in a good mood."

He grinned at her, exuberance showing on his face. "I think tonight is going to be great," he told her, looking into his wife's eyes. Confusion flashed across Lottie's expression before Harry added, "Don't forget that I'm seeing Adam today at lunch."

"Oh right, he's leaving for Australia next week, isn't he?" She remembered that Harry's best friend was taking an extended trip with work. Although she sometimes felt Adam would lead Harry down a wrong path when they went out together, it gave her a chance for some alone time every now and then in their usually jam-packed schedule.

"Okay, then the rest of us can knock off after lunch," Lottie said as she thought aloud. "I'll call Liv if you are going out as well."

"Yeah, that's alright with me," Harry replied nonchalantly since he was expecting to be out late - a few pubs and bars followed by whatever clubs Adam had planned. His friend remained single and unbothered, still pursuing whatever woman he fancied on a night out. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and irresistibly charming--a real "Chad," if you will.

Harry often reflected on how alike he and Adam were, yet in his case, he had stumbled across a soulmate very early in his University days. He was deeply in love with Lottie and knew that it was the real thing. Lottie wasn't particularly fond of him but respected their friendship enough not to get between them. She trusted Harry to show restraint when needed and knew that nothing Adam could do would affect their relationship.

As Lottie walked closer and closer to the office, her anxiety grew. She could not let Charlie reveal the truth - not just to protect Harry, but because a part of her wanted it all - to be desired and objectified. What had started as a harmless flirtation on Wednesday had spiralled out of control, and she was no longer in charge. It was as if Charlie had sensed something in her that she never knew existed.

Harry nodded at Ron and Charlie as he went to his desk. "Good morning, guys," Lottie spoke with the weight of her position, though inside, she felt none of it.

"Morning, Lottie," Ron said nonchalantly.

Charlie smiled in agreement but didn't say anything. His gaze followed Lottie as she made her way down the hall to her office.

Charlie knew that he had the power to take what he wanted. He wouldn't ruin a marriage, but deep down, he was determined to get between her legs and have her all to himself, even if it were just for a night. He felt so close, knowing she struggled to keep strong under his pressure. He didn't intend to let up, and it started now.

After everyone had settled in, Harry and Charlie headed to Lotties office to discuss their final presentation to the board. When they entered, she looked up, ready but truly not prepared.

Charlie moved across the office with assurance, heading directly for Lottie's corner of the desk. She tensed as he approached and shifted her chair to face the computer screen. She was slightly taken aback by Charlie's boldness, but considering what had happened yesterday, she understood that he felt confident in his position.

Harry had expected him to be feeling quite "Alpha" after yesterday's events, his hands on Harry's wife in front of him. Still, it was quite surreal as he put his hand over Lotties, took the mouse, and started the presentation. He was quickly getting into things.

He was leading. Lottie listened and bounced ideas off of Harry in response to Charlie, but she was mesmerised. He'd strolled in with Lottie's husband and took charge, making Lottie's stomach flip-flop in excitement. She watched him, unable to say anything because he had come in to take control. She looked up at Charlie; he smiled at her, and she could see his confidence exuding from him, and once again, she felt that thrill.

As their meeting wore on, tense as it was, Charlie's phone went off. Excusing himself and taking it outside. Harry quickly went round to Lottie. "You are thinking about yesterday, aren't you?" he asked in a low, husky voice that sent shivers down her spine.

"I am," she responded breathily, knowing harry was thinking of the immense sex they had the night before while hers was on... Charlie's cock in her hand, the taste of his cum in her mouth, the tension in the room was palpable. And she was **** for release.

Harry leaned in and kissed her hungrily. Taking a step back, his eyes roamed over her body hungrily and with unwavering confidence. Feeling bolder than ever, he undid the top buttons of her blouse as if preparing her for another man - a wave of heat flooded through her as she realised what was happening. His hands moved expertly over her curves, making her slick with desire as memories of last night flooded back into her mind and made her pulse quicken with need.

"Stop Harry...please, I'm so turned on, baby," she begged, feeling herself teetering dangerously on the edge of pleasure.

"Shh baby, I know," he spoke gruffly against her skin before stepping away from her after one final kiss. He looked deeply into her eyes and gave her a confident smile. "Think of last night," he commanded softly, "and then think about when I get home tonight." With those words hanging in the air between them, hungry for satisfaction, she knew Harry had plans for tonight when he got home. Still, at that moment, all she wanted was to experience the pleasure now rather than sometime the following morning when a pissed harry walked in.

Charlie walked back into the room and began to apologise when he noticed Lottie's enhanced cleavage, then shifted his gaze toward Harry. Was Harry really showing off his wife in front of him? A man who had just been intimate with her only yesterday? He couldn't let this slip. She was one of a kind. He couldn't let the chance fall through his fingers.

Returning to where he had left off, Charlie gradually pushed Harry away from the conversations with Lottie. Self-pity filled Harry as he was being left out, but also how much things had changed in his and Lotties dynamic, yet his mind was still filled with thoughts of last night, how wonderful it was, and how much he wanted more.

"I think you two have this covered," Harry said apologetically. "It was your project in the first place, wasn't it?"