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[TWO YEARS LATER]

ESTELLA KNEW SHE WAS BEING IGNORED and she was also extremely horny and needy which didn't go good together. Harry was in the home office doing god knows what and she had barely seen him all day apart from the quick breakfast together this morning and then he had locked himself behind those four walls.

She had agreed with herself to give him time to do what he needed and then she would interrupt after a couple hours. Estella had given him plenty of extra time to deal with business and now she was just growing increasingly impatient by the second. She had checked her emails, read a book, cooked- everything she could think of but nothing could take her mind off the throbbing discomfort between her legs. For some apparent reason, she was constantly horny about every second of the day, which Harry had taken a notice of himself, he just didn't know why.

As the wheels turned in her head, she jumped up from her position of sulking on the couch in boredom and made her way to the bedroom with a new found motivation to be noticed. Estella stripped out of her pajamas until she was completely naked and slipped on a silk robe that had been a gift from Harry on their latest anniversary. She had worn it, at most, four times- not wanting the quality to be effected. She let her hair down out of the mess it was tied in and let the waves splay down her back, ruffling it a bit to make it resemble sex hair, since she couldn't get the real thing.

At least not yet.

Estella sauntered down to the office and rested a hand on the door handle, taking a breath to gather all the confidence she could muster to be able to pull this off. She closed her eyes and played through what could happen when she'd walk in. She opened her eyes and mentally slapped herself. She didn't know why she was nervous all of a sudden when she's done this plenty of times. It was nothing new, it was her man she was showing herself off too, not a complete stranger.

Putting a sly smirk on her face, she walked in. The sight of her was greeted, turning her smug act into a real one because he was hers, so there was really nothing to be shy about. Harry was hers to kiss, to hug, to make love with and to enjoy a nice, hard fuck with once in a while. He didn't acknowledge her when she entered but there was no way he didn't hear the creak of the heavy door; he could probably hear her beating heart due to the silence in the room. Harry' hair was tied back, his chin resting in his palm as his eyes darted back and forth on the brightly lit screen.

"What'd you need, princess?" The pet name would've ruined her panties, if she were wearing any and for a split second she was glad his gaze was locked on the computer screen so he didn't see the effect his voice alone had on her. She wasn't near him, still leaning slightly on the door and not being sure if she trusted her voice enough to reply, so she stayed quiet. "Am I gonna get an answer?"

"You," Estella' voice was timid and quiet and she hated it so she replied again after clearing her throat. "I want you. I need you, baby." Any trace of dominance she had came in here with had vanished the moment she laid eyes on him despite him only muttering two pathetic sentences to her. She felt the energy shift with her reply and she was one-hundred percent ready to submit to him.

"Mhm, you can't go without me for a couple hours, huh? Thought you'd still be worn out from last night, but you can never seem to get enough, baby." He looked up at her then and she swore she whimpered, the darkness in his usual friendly eyes would scare anybody else, but she knew him and this look only increased the wetness between her legs. His eyes raked up her body, lingering on where her robe stopped, just above mid-thigh. He was leaning back on his desk chair now, his full body turned to her and he looked particularly fuckable.

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