Addison was sitting on the couch in Harry's office as she typed away on her computer. Addison owned her own fashion brand and make up company and every day she had to brainstorm what to add.

Being with a mafia dom she knew she needed a cover if anything went south and decided to create a fashion brand and make up brand called La Loco. Harry had his eyebrows frowned as he was going through his paperwork and shipment papers, he was supposed to get a few shipments today but he hasn't heard anything.

Causing him to get anxious as he needs things on time, for it to go smoothly. Addison looked at the piece of paper next to her, with a few details of her next design. She was trying to figure out what colour to make this two piece dress or what pattern to make it. She wanted something no one has seen before but not too crazy.

A knock at the door caught their all attention, Harry looked up from his paperwork and straightened his outfit, "Come in."

The door opened to reveal Thomas, he was in charge of all shipments when they arrive but the look on his face wasn't good at all, "Sir we have a problem."

"With what?" Harry asked before he pointed at Addison and the whiskey bottle across from him.

Addison cleared her throat and stood up walking over towards the whiskey bottle and pouring some into a glass with him, a little bit of ice just the way he likes it. She headed over towards him, handing it out to him to grab.

"One of our shipping containers fell into the ocean on its way here, it had over a thousand guns inside," Thomas replied with a gulp.

Harry snatched the whiskey from Addisons hand gulping down the whiskey, "What!" He shouted.

"I'm sorry sir, the company apologises about the inconvenience," Thomas spoke.

"For the inconvenience! What about the money? That is a lot of money at the bottom of the ocean, a lot of men are waiting for those guns. Fuck!" He shouted.

Addison grabbed his glass and filled it up for him again, he grabbed it from her hand and gulped it down once again.

"Well, this is going to make things a lot harder now. Check the other containers at our supply yard and see what we have," Harry replied.

"Yes sir," Thomas said before leaving the office.

Addison stepped towards Harry and gently placed her hand on his shoulder causing him to relax a little, "It will be okay."

"I know it's just a lot of money I just lost, I can't have that. I need to find out why this happened," Harry replied with a sigh.

"And you will but for now let me help you relax," Addison replied pushing Harry back into his chair straddling him.

Harry smirked before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers, Addison let out a sort moan as she kissed him back, her body tingled as his hands ran up and down her thighs.

He pushed her back, to sit on the edge of her desk. The skirt hitched up naturally as her thighs were parted under the strong grip of his hands.

He kneeled before her and teased the stretchy lace of her panties to one side, revealing her warm wetness, swollen with arousal. She rested a foot on his shoulder and ran her fingers gently through his hair, as he leaned in, taking in her sweet scent, and let his tongue pleasure her. Addison let out another low moan, squeezing on it. He was heavenly.

With one hand, he gripped her thigh just above the top of her stocking, and let his other fingers dig deep inside while his tongue flicked over her clit. Addison's fingers clawed at his scalp in blissful ecstasy, the moans becoming cries of loud unashamed pleasure. She ground her thighs into his face in near desperate, self-aware horniness.

Harry was taken aback by her sheer lust. But that didn't stop him. His tongue was amazing, hot, rough and wild. She felt it flick and lick all over, inside. She brought her other foot up onto Harry, and squeezed his head between her thighs. Pinned, Harry could only swirl his tongue even more, and delve and wiggle his fingers. Addison gasped, panting. He could feel her inner strength gripping them, rippling over them, and then they exploded into life...

Addison's nails dug into his head as she threw her head back and almost screamed her orgasm. Harry's fingers kept wiggling, his tongue flipping her clit round. Addison followed with short panting cries, as tidal waves of feeling from her tingling twat consumed her. All that need, squeezed into a moment of awesome release.

Under her, Harry got the receiving end, as she twitched and quivered over his fingers. His tongue was suddenly covered in dripping sweet wetness. He unbuttoned her blouse and let her shrug out of it, revealing the blossom of her full breasts under a sheer cami. Arousal made her nips stand out under the thin transparent fabric.

Gently, he let the thin straps fall from her shoulders, the rest following down her body. As their lips met, she felt his large warm hands cup her breasts, his fingers caressing her pert sensitive nips. His touch was electric, delicate for such strength. Even so, her eyes rolled upwards in sensual rapture.

Addison leaned back on the desk, and let Harry's mouth drop from hers to fall to her cleavage. His hands cupped their swell, supporting them like a bra, and his lips moved from one nip to the other, sucking on them, running his hot tongue round them, and giving them little playful nibbles. Each move brought louder and more excited squeals.

Sitting up, Addison ran her hands down the front of Harry's trousers. His hardness felt amazing. She tugged at his belt and unzipped him. As they fell she could already see he had made a wet patch in his boxers. Still sitting on the desk she leant forward and sucked the tip through the damp cotton. Harry gripped her head, gasping at the heat of her lips on him. Then she stretched the waistband out and took the whole swollen head in her mouth as it poked out to say hello. Harry nearly choked on his gasp of delight.

Addison teased the boxers down his hips, letting them fall past his knees. He stepped out of them and the trousers, kicked his shoes away and slipped his socks off. Then he reached round and undid Addison's skirt, letting it slip down her legs to puddle at her feet as she stood up. She stood there, in just stockings and panties, looking up at him. She looked into his eyes expectantly, wondering what he had in mind.

Wordlessly he turned her, bent her over her desk. She felt his hands tugging her panties down round her thighs, and his strong hands grip her bum. Then the searing heat of his cock against her clit as he guided himself up and into her. His taut veiny size and heat were tempered by the wetness of her first orgasm, a soothing balm to his rough and wild penetration.

Then he reached over her, held her wrists and gently pulled them behind her back to pin them there. She felt his feet between hers, slowly moving them apart so her legs splayed until her tum was flat on the desk.

At first Harry was gentle, sensual. Addison could feel every vein, every pore of his burning tight skin inside as it slowly stretched her, aroused her more, pleasured her intimately. Her pussy quivered, snuggling round him in a close erotic hug, fitting more perfectly than any other man had before. It was like he filled and caressed not only there, but all of her - each and every nerve... even her soul. She didn't feel like it was a one-off liaison, a snatched needy fuck.

He was driving her wild with more need, like a drug. Each thrust was a fix that made her craving increasingly desperate. In bare minutes, she was moaning his name with each thrust

Harry's cock could hold on no more. With a cry of complete loss, he emptied himself into her with a wildness and abandon he had never ever felt.

Addison let out a cry as as he pulled at her hair causing, she moaned as she began to pant.  A rhapsody of complete satisfaction, to the beat of his cumming so hotly liquid and deep inside her. Her pussy squeezed his cock in a sweet tight cuddle, and massaged it, milked it. Every last hot drop of clinging cum, splashing into her like a tidal wave.

For long eternal moments, their bodies rocked as one to a primeval naked rhythm. Harry pulled Addison's hands to each side, slowly pushing them forward either side of her, scattering papers, until he lay heavily on her back, still inside and twitching, throbbing, from the untamed climax.

As their scattered senses returned, Addison felt him nuzzling her neck, kissing her ear. She twisted her glowing face to his and their lips met, tongues swirling.

"I love you Addison truly I do," Harry whispered as he pulled away from the kiss.

Addison smirked, "I love you too handsome, feel better?"

"You know I do."