"I know you think you've very sneaky, but don't be underestimating me, Madelyn Conroy!" Harry bellowed as he stood shirtless and sans shoes in the middle of the living room.

They had ended up talking and kissing and stripping on the couch after sorting things through. Having cleared the air, all was well. And then some. Except for the fact that Harry was now half-naked, half-hard and playing an involuntary game of hide and seek.

"You're in here someplace. You wouldn't go outside in nothing but that show-all bra and little piece of fabric you call underwear. Get out here so I can teach you a lesson, Professor!"

Hands on his hips, Harry cocked his head when he heard a muffled giggle. He should have followed along when she headed to her room, under the pretense of needing the facilities. Something had gotten into her tonight, he thought to himself. Madelyn was beyond playful; she'd gone full tilt tease. Maybe a small scale disagreement would be ok now and then if this was the payoff.

Harry had checked the kitchen and dining area. The living room was clear. Unless she had doubled back behind him, Madelyn wasn't in her bedroom or ensuite either. That left her office, the guest rooms, the main bathroom, and that ridiculously packed shoe closet. And her upstairs studio.

Why in the world did one woman need this much space?!

A sweep of the remaining rooms on the main floor was fruitless. Now he was frustrated, in more ways than one, as he put a foot on the first step to her private studio and hollered up the stairs.

"Madelyn! C'mon, baby! I cannot believe you're doing this to me," he grumbled the last part. "I will find you and when I do, you're..." he didn't know what, exactly.

His ears pricked at a suppressed snicker. He had checked the shoe hoard, and he would have seen her in any other room, except... Had he remembered to look in her bedroom closet? It would be the perfect hiding spot for his wily woman. She was probably small enough to conceal herself behind the hanging clothes. Harry kicked himself for not investigating more thoroughly as he sprinted down the hall.

Madelyn felt like a mischevious child who had just bested her babysitter! Gleefully, she lifted the lid of the padded bench in her little shoe room and clambered out with a complete lack of grace. Hopefully, the carpet absorbed the thud as she landed on her ass.

Holding her breath, Madelyn cracked the door that led to the hall and listened for Harry's footsteps. Knowing the house as she did, it was easy enough to tell that the noise she heard was Harry, rifling through her closet. Thoughts of supervising him as he picked up any clutter he created, distracted her. The closet door slammed in its frame and Madelyn bolted, barefoot, toward the stairs.

Shit, shit, shit!

Running full tilt, then scrambling up the stairs, Madelyn gave up any effort to be quiet. Having heard the pounding of her feet, Harry was in pursuit, taking the steps two at a time. Reaching out to grab her ankle just as she cleared the landing, it was dumb luck that Madelyn hadn't landed face-first on the floor. Somehow, Harry had managed to break her fall. She found herself sprawled half on top of his lean, muscled body, laughing hysterically.

"Oh, you are in so much trouble, woman!" He steeled his arms around her as she tried to push herself up, on his chest. "Stop that squirming. You're nuts if you think I'm letting go of you again. Now kiss me."

"No," Madelyn giggled. "Make me!" she wriggled in his arms.

"Not only will I make you kiss me, but I'll torture you first, you little brat."

"Hey! I'm not a brat."

"Yes, you are. You're my little brat and do you know what happens to brats?"

"What?" she shuddered in anticipation.

Harry caught the glint of excitement in her eyes and decided to torture her for real.

"They get tickled!"

Instantly, he flipped the two of them over and he attacked her ribs with his fingertips. Madelyn squealed hysterically. The playful torment continued until Madelyn's laughter made her breathless.

"Harry, Harry... stop! I can't... I'm gonna pee my pants!"

"You can't pee your pants... You're not wearing any!" he grabbed her foot and skittered his fingers over the arch.

"You're so mean!" Madelyn giggled and kicked back, pushing Harry's bottom half down the top steps.

Taking a hold of her other foot, Harry pulled Madelyn toward him so that she came to rest in a most compromising position. Her legs were dangled over his shoulders, his hands cupping the cheeks of her bottom to hold her in place. As he slid down another step, Madelyn's laughter faded.

"Uh oh, what now, Professor?" he asked, rubbing his scruffy cheeks over her inner thighs.

Her breasts rose and fell heavily, as she watched him lean forward to kiss her lower belly. She worked to control her breathing when he looked up to meet her gaze. His eyes were so pretty, she thought. Madelyn wondered if anyone else noticed that his lashes were dark enough at the base, that it almost looked as though he had ghosted eyeliner over his lower lids. Was anyone else ever aware of the black ring around the green of his eyes? Did they see that his pupils would dilate with the intensity of his emotions? When he was fully aroused, his eyes looked as if they were black with a jade, center ring. Just as they were right now.

"Harry..." Madelyn murmured, leaning back and balancing on her palms.

Placing his hands high atop her thighs, he began rubbing circles on either side of their apex. Madelyn moaned in pleasure as his thumbs stroked closer to her center.

"Guess now I know how to calm you down when you get wild, eh?" Harry raised an eyebrow and winked.

"Calm isn't the word I would use." Madelyn wiggled her bum looking for more.

"That's okay. You'll be plenty calm when I'm done with you. In fact, I doubt you'll have the energy to move."

The hitch in Madelyn's breath was audible.

"These are cute little panties or whatever that you're wearing, but they have to go. Lift," he commanded.

Curling his fingers into the waistband of her pink underwear, Harry dragged them down her legs and off, tossing them over his shoulder. With one hand on either knee, Harry slowly spread them apart.

"Fuck me, your body is beautiful," he spoke with a quiet reverence that contradicted his coarse words. As he resumed his ministrations, Madelyn settled back on her forearms.

"Feels so good, Harry."

He was massaging the soft flesh that protected her center. It was a particular satisfaction to watch her begin to drip under his touch. Slipping his thumbs past the dry border of her outer lips and into the wet underside, he sent a stab of need through Madelyn's body. She bucked her hips, her mind letting go as her body took control.

"There now, love. You need something more, yeah?"

Madelyn sincerely hoped that was a rhetorical question because she was having trouble with words at the moment.

"What would you like? Fingers or mouth?"

Silence... Except for the tiny creak of the floorboard under her hips as she gently rocked side to side.

"Mouth it is then."

With the tip of his tongue, Harry pushed up on the little hood that failed to hide her swelling cluster of nerves. Holding her labia apart, he worked circles around her until he felt her fingers weave themselves into his hair to tug his head closer. There was no subtlety in her demand. Happy to please, Harry formed his lips around her clit and began to suck with a soft rhythm. The muscles in Madelyn's rump began to flex in time with his pull on her clit.

"Aaahh... Harry, I'm gonna come."

Placing his thumbs just beneath her opening, he pressed in and up. "Let it go, baby," he spoke quickly and reattached his mouth, increasing the strength of his suction.

Madelyn's hands dropped to the floor as she lay back, thrusting her hips into Harry's face and involuntarily bringing her legs together. Muscling his arms around her thighs, Harry held tight and looked up to watch her ride out her orgasm. It was an incredible thing to see such pleasure wash over her body. To experience her release, her complete loss of control this way, made him feel powerful and accomplished.

As she settled, Harry climbed over her body, holding his weight on all fours while he covered her mouth with his in a languid kiss. She accepted his tongue, knowing that he wanted her to experience her own taste on him. Breaking the kiss, they grinned at each other.

"I really missed you, Harry," Madelyn brushed her nose against his.

"Meh. You missed the sex," he smiled sweetly down at her.

"Well, that too. Once a girl gets used to the best, it's tough to go without."

"Ha! I'm going to remember you said that. 'The best,' that's me. Now let's get you off the floor." He stood and held out both hands, pulling her up with enough force that they met firmly, chest to chest. "I like this. You're all soft and pillowy." Harry slid his hands up her back and deftly unclasped her bra.

"Now, what are you up to, Mr. Styles?"

"You looked silly in a bra with no undies." He deserved the half-hearted bat to the chest. "C'mon now, no violence. Make love, not war, and all that."

Madelyn rolled her eyes and laughed. "Well, you look pretty ridiculous standing there with pants on while I'm totally naked."

"I'll tell you what, if I can trust you not to disappear, I'll run downstairs for a couple washcloths and when I get back, I'll let you take my pants off. Deal?"

"Deal. But Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Hurry up."

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Author's Note:

I hope you are all having a fantastic summer! Thanks to everyone who has been reading THE CHASE as well as DELIVERY, you are all amazeballs! If you're enjoying the story, I'd be ever so grateful if you'd take a nanosecond and tap that star... ⭐️

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