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[macklives]

i never even considered that but that is so true. it is but a mere spec from her thousands of ponies.

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Wish-List - Part One

a/n: I just realized I never posted the part of this here. The entire 3-part mini series is available on patreon! Please reblog, and send some feedback my way!

Summary: Harry is the CFO of a company. One Monday morning, his Director of Finance, Meredith, comes to his office to introduce him to their new Financial Analyst, Cora Durham. Harry happens to recognize Cora right away, and not for a reason he's proud of.

Warnings: daddy!kink (nothing major, she just calls him that a couple of times), oral (male receiving), fluff, age difference (it's 9 years, but Harry's 35, and Cora is 26, so it's not yucky, I promise)

Words: 15.3K

3, 2, 1…Live Video Now in Progress

“Hi, everyone! I see so many familiar names, and some new ones, so, hello! I want to say thank you to the few people that bought me some things off my wish list, but I especially want to say thank you to the person that purchased all of my books for school. The toys and the outfits are amazing, don’t get me wrong, but my textbooks are so expensive, so that really means a lot! I’ve granted access for that person to have a free phone call with me after the live is over, you know who you are.”

Harry smiles proudly at his screen. If someone had asked him how he stumbled upon this woman’s Only Fans page a few months ago, he wouldn’t really have an answer. To him, it seemed standard. He was looking for some porn to jerk it to, and he was looking for something a little different. He wasn’t into the hard, fantasy shit, he just wanted to watch someone soft and cute take care of themselves.

Normally, lives weren’t his thing. He always found those sorts of things to be a little creepy, especially since others watching could comment. Seeing the comments always took him right out of it…or they did, until he found her. He didn’t know what her real name was, her username was just CLD, he figured those were her initials. She had mentioned a few times that she was in graduate school, and she had an Amazon wish list link on her page, so he took the liberty of buying all of her books. No one else had seemed interested in doing so. No, the others bought her new toys and outfits. Buying her the books helped remind him that CLD was a real person, using Only Fans as a way to make money and get her through school. Harry thought it was incredibly noble, and he had a great deal of respect for all types of sex workers, no matter the reason they got into the work.

One of his favorite things about this girl was her giggle. Her laugh was so beautiful, and he liked that sometimes his comments were able to make her laugh. She did a live every Friday night, and would post a pre-recorded video weekly, on top of little pictures here and there. She had multiple tiers for her subscribers. Harry was on the highest tier, which is how he’s even able to watch the live videos in the first place. Subscribers had to do something pretty special in order to get a scheduled call from her, and Harry felt pretty lucky to be getting one from her later tonight. He wasn’t sure what they’d talk about, but it was exciting nonetheless.

“Okay, I’m going to get started now. I’ve been feeling pretty needy lately, I haven’t had sex with an actual person in what feels like forever, so I think I’m going to use one of the larger dildos tonight. Does that work for all of you?”

She watches as the comments come in, and her smile grows. Harry watches as she teases the audience while taking her clothes off. He feels his cock harden, and it all goes fuzzy from there. She fucks herself with the dildo, letting out little whimpers and moans while Harry jerks off, wishing he was the one fucking her and making her feel good. When it’s all said and done, she throws on a tee shirt and takes a sip of water.

“Thanks everyone for watching! You all helped me feel so good tonight, thank you. I’m still editing the video I recorded the other day. I think you all are really going to like it. HS21, don’t forget, I’ll be calling you shortly. I’ll give you five minutes to go clean yourself up.” She smirks before turning the live off.

“Christ.” Harry says under his breath. He gets up to use the bathroom and clean himself up, then gets back into bed. He plugs his earbuds into his phone, and waits for her call. An unknown number pops up on his screen, and he can only assume it’s her. “Hello?”

“Oh, wow, your voice is deep.” She giggles. “Thank you so much for the books, you have no idea what a relief this is for me.”

“You’re more than welcome. Any time you need school supplies, just let me know, or add them to your wish list, and I’ll get whatever it is for you.”

“Yeah? You must have a lot of money, what do you do for work?”

“I’m a CFO for this company.” He mutters.

“You said that so casually like it’s nothing. You must have worked hard to get to that point.”

“I’d like to think so. Enough about me, tell me about what you’re in grad school for.”

“Oh, well, it’s pretty boring. I’m going for M.S. in finance.”

“You realize as a CFO that I couldn’t possibly find that boring, right? My master’s is in the same thing.”

“You couldn’t tell by the books what I was studying?”

“To be honest, I didn’t really look them over, I just clicked the button to buy them.”

“How long have you been subscribed to me?”

“A few months.”

“What is it about me that you like?”

“You’re very genuine.”

“I saw that you watched me tonight, did I get you off?”

“You did.” He blushes as he admits it, but being honest was important to him. Plus, there was no use in denying why they were on the phone in the first place. “Is what you said true? That you haven’t slept with anyone in a while?”

“Mhm, I just haven’t had the time. To be perfectly honest, it can get kind of exhausting masturbating all the time, and I don’t even really have time to date as is.”

“I hope you’re not over doing it…”

“I try not to. I try to pre-record a few things in advance to get ahead a bit. What are your favorite videos?”

“The ones where you’re really needy, when you close your eyes and fuck yourself with your fingers, and you whimper little things, like you’re begging yourself to come.”

“Fuck.” Harry’s not sure, but he swears she just moaned. “That sounds so good coming from you. If you had a podcast, I’d totally listen to it.”

“Glad my voice has such an effect on you.”

“So, Mr. CFO, how old are you?”

“Thirty-five, Sweetheart, how old are you?”

“Twenty-six.”

“Well, that makes me feel better. You’re not terribly young.” He chuckles.

“What’s a successful guy like you doing watching porn for, huh? You don’t have some beautiful woman in your bed to take care of you?”

“I was married for a bit, but it didn’t work out. We weren’t the right fit, shit happens. Much like you, I don’t really have time to date.”

“Too bad, well, not for me. I’m glad you’re single, otherwise you probably wouldn’t have found me. I have about two minutes left to give you. Did you want me to talk dirty to you or anything like that?”

“No, Love, that’s alright. I had my fill for the night. I’m honored that you called me, it was nice being able to chat one on one.”

“It definitely was, hopefully we can do it again some time.”

“Is there anything else you need for school? Or…I mean, like, are you behind on any bills?”

“Mr. CFO, are you trying to become my sugar daddy?”

“I could…if you wanted me to be.”

“I’m actually starting a new job next week, so I think I’ll be okay…but…can I keep that offer on the backburner?”

“Of course you can.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate the support. I have to go now, have a good night.”

“You too, thanks for the call.”

Harry sighs after taking his earbuds out. Her voice was as sweet as honey. He couldn’t believe he just offered something like that. He had never gotten involved in something like that before, but there was just something about her that made him want to do it.

//

Monday started out like any other work day. Harry got up to work out, made himself a smoothie for breakfast, showered, threw on a suit, and headed to his office. He had a few meetings in the morning, and didn’t get a break until around 11AM. There’s a knock on his door right as he was biting into his mid-morning banana.

“Come in!” He says.

“Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Styles, I just wanted to introduce you to our new financial analyst, Cora.” His Director of Finance, Meredith, says as she opens the door.

“Oh! I forgot today was her first day, send her in.” He stands up from his desk with a smile. His smile soon fades as his heart nearly stops when he sees Cora walk in.

“Great, I’ll leave you both to it. Cora, come by my office around noon. The team and I want to take you to lunch.”

“Sounds good, thank you Meredith.” She smiles, and turns to look at Harry. “Hello, Mr. Styles, it’s nice to meet you.” She walks over to him and extends her hand to shake his.

“It’s, uh, it’s nice to meet you too.” He cautiously takes her hand in his to return the gesture. “Please, have a seat.” He swallows as he sits back down. Cora takes a seat, sitting down on the other side of his desk. “What’s your full name?”

“Cora Leigh Durham, why?”

“I couldn’t remember your last name, sorry about that.”

“It’s okay, I’m sure it’s hard to keep track of all your employees.” She smiles. She looked so professional in her light blue blouse and black pencil skirt. Her hair was up in a gorgeous bun on the top of her head with a few pieces of hair out in the front to frame her face. Even her glasses looked good on her. “So, uh, tell me a little about yourself.”

“Well, I’m currently in an online graduate program. I have two more semesters until I receive my master’s in finance. I was working an entry level job before this, and jumped at the opportunity when I saw the position open up.”

Shit, it was definitely her. Harry takes a gulp of his water. This was all too much for him.

“What made you get into finance?” He manages to ask.

“I’ve just always been good with numbers, like, I was that freak that chose to take AP Calculus in high school. I got more into data entry when I was in college. I have a pretty popular tik tok channel where I post different excel hacks that I’ve learned over the years. I’m a quick learner with different data entry software too.”

“Impressive.” Harry wasn’t sure what to do. Should he mention that he knows her? Should he just let it go? Should he unsubscribe from her channel? “Do you have any questions for me?”

“How long have you been CFO for? You seem awfully young to be in such a high-ranking position.”

“You’re right about that.” He smirks. “I’m good with numbers as well, moved up pretty quickly at another company. This place recruited me a couple of years ago, and I like it quite a lot.”

“Is there anything specific you’re looking for performance wise?”

“Um, well, I’m your boss’ boss, so you’ll want to go over stuff like that with Meredith.”

“Alright.” She nods. “Do you have any other questions for me?”

“No, you can go ahead back to your office now.”

“Thanks, it was nice meeting you, Mr. Styles.”

“You as well, Miss Durham.” Harry watches as she gets up and makes her way over to the door. She stops once she grips the handle and turns around to look at him.

“Would you prefer it if I call you Mr. Styles?”

“Yes, what else would you call me?”

“Mr. CFO.” She smirks, and leaves his office.

Harry sat there, mouth agape. How the fuck did she recognize him so easily? This was definitely going to be a problem.

//

A week went by without Harry or Cora saying a word to one another. He avoided her like the plague. He didn’t log on to Only Fans once out of fear that somehow HR would find out, and some internal investigation would need to be launched.

One evening, Harry was bored, and he just happened to look at Cora’s Amazon wish list just to see if she had added anything recently. There were the usual toys and outfits, but there were also some business-casual clothing items he notices, along with some shoes she’d need for the office. There was a brand new hair dryer she wanted, along with a curling wand. Before Harry could even think about it, he bought all of it for her. He shuts his laptop before he wanders anywhere else on the internet, and calls it a night.

A week or so after that, Harry noticed Cora wearing one of the new blouses he had gotten for her. He smiled to himself because she seemed quite comfortable in it. He was happy to be able to help her in this way. At the end of the day on the Friday of that week, she came to Harry’s office to talk to him.

“Mr. Styles? I’m sorry to bother you at the end of the day, but I was wondering if you had a few moments to talk.”

“Of course, Miss Durham, come in.” Harry waves her in, and she closes the door behind her before sitting down. “What can I do for you?”

“I just wanted to say thank you.”

“For?”

“The clothes…and the other gifts. You haven’t been, um, active on my page in a couple of weeks, so I didn’t want to just call.”

“So, we’re talking about this, right here in the open?”

“It’s not like you’ve done anything wrong, Mr. Styles. You didn’t know me prior. We both clearly put two and two together right away, and we’ve both stayed away from one another. I was shocked when I saw that youhad bought me the things I was really needing.” She chews on her bottom lip for a moment. “I miss the nice comments you usually leave.”

“I haven’t logged on because if HR finds out that I knew and was still subscribed I’d get fired very quickly, or you could be too. I have a position of power over you, it looks bad from all angles.”

“That’s a dumb thing to get fired for.” She scoffs. “I’ve actually been thinking of, um, deactivating my page.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, see, this really sweet guy I was talking to a few weeks ago on the phone basically offered to be my sugar daddy, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

“That would be an even worse thing for HR to find out about.”

“How would they even find out? We could keep doing what we’re doing, not talk to each other, and you could foot the bill for my various expenses. I could deactivate my page, so you’d be the only one getting to see me naked. Just think of it as a top tier subscription.”

“I…don’t want to have to pay you to see you naked.” He says, his face flushing. He couldn’t believe they were actually talking about this. “I wouldn’t want you to think you’d owe me anything.”

“Mr. Styles, excuse me for speaking out of turn here, but it wouldn’t exactly be a chore for me to fuck you. Your voice alone that night on the phone drove me nuts for days afterwards.” A grin forms on her plump lips. “If the offer is no longer valid, I’ll drop it and keep doing what I’m doing.”

“Does this job not pay you enough?”

“It does, but my tuition is pretty expensive, and I have student loans from undergrad, plus my car is on its last leg…the extra cash from Only Fans helps a lot. You seem like such a sweet guy, I’d be totally into this if you are.”

“I know I seem nice and sweet because I’ve gotten you the things you needed, but I’m really not that guy. I barely shed a tear when my marriage ended a couple of years ago, I can be pretty stoic, and I’m really not that much fun to be around.” It was all lies, but he needed to convince her he wasn’t worth it.

“Well, we’d be having sex, so I’d consider that to be plenty fun.”

“You’re too young for me.”

“You’re only nine years older, I don’t really see the problem with it, not at our ages. I know twenty-six doesn’t seem super adult, but I’m not some naïve kid.”

“You’d really deactivate your Only Fans?”

“Mhm.” She nods. “Wouldn’t be very nice of me to let other people see what’s yours now would it?” She smirks.

“You know, I don’t really care for smug, little brats.” He sits back in his chair a bit. Maybe he was going against his better judgement, but she was essentially handing herself over to him on a silver platter. How could he resist?

“What are you gonna do, punish me?”

“Possibly.”

“Mmm, too bad you can’t.”

“And why can’t I?”

“Because you haven’t agreed to anything yet, Mr. Styles. We’d need a contract made up of expectations for both parties, what’s acceptable and what’s not, and other logistics.”

“You’ve obviously thought this through.”

“I’ve don’t a bit of research, yeah. So, will you think about it?”

“This doesn’t really seem like a good idea…”

“Suit yourself.” She shrugs and stands up. “I’m not a blabber mouth, so you don’t have to worry about anyone finding out about this conversation on my end. I hope you’ll use the same discretion.” She makes her way over to his door. “You don’t have to unsubscribe from my channel, you know?”

“Miss Durham, I-“

“I like knowing that it’s you who’s watching. Have a good weekend, Mr. Styles.” She leaves his office, and once again she’s left him sitting there, mouth agape.

The conversation they just had was totally inappropriate. He couldn’t believe the nerve she had to be so candid with him. To come into his office on a Friday afternoon to see if his offer was still on the table? Of course it wasn’t! That was before he knew she’d become one of his employees. The last thing Harry needed was to get tangled up in some mess. She was playing mind tricks with him, and he didn’t appreciate it at all. He runs his hands down his face and packs up his things to go home.

During his drive home, Harry was really hoping to clear his head, but all he could think about was Cora. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that if she didn’t need the money, she probably wouldn’t have asked for it. He wondered how much debt she had accrued that put her into the situation she was in. When he gets home, he gets onto his computer and checks her Only Fans page to see if she has a link for Venmo or PayPal; she didn’t. He closes his laptop, and goes to grab a beer from his fridge. He just wanted to veg out and watch some TV.

Later in the night, he decides to check on his fantasy football team, just to see how that’s going. Against his better judgment, he heads over to Only Fans. He knew Friday nights were when Cora would do her lives, and it was getting to be that time. He notices a message in his inbox from her that says to expect a call after her live, as a thank you for the clothes.

3, 2, 1…Live Video Now in Progress

“Hi, everyone! Sorry if I seem a little tired, it was a long day at work.” Cora sighs. “I’m about three weeks in to my new job, and I’m really liking it, but between that and schoolwork, I’m pretty drained. But knowing that I’d get to chat with all of you tonight helped put a pep in my step.” She smiles. “A special someone will be getting a call from me after the live, they know why. Someone else was kind enough to buy me a new lace set, do you wanna see it?” She waits as she looks at the comments pouring in. “Eager tonight I see. Was it a long week for all of you as well?” She pouts at the camera. “Well, let’s see if I can make that better.” She unties her robe, and lets it drop to the floor, revealing a black lace set of lingerie. Harry felt a little annoyed knowing that someone else bought it for her. “Isn’t it cute? Fits me so well.” She turns around to show her bum in the cheeky lace bottom. Tons of tips come in. “You all are so sweet. Let’s see, what should I use tonight?” She taps her chin in thought. “I think I just want to use my own hands tonight, would that be alright?” She watches the comments and smile. “I know, you all want to see me suck on my fingers. I think I can accommodate that.”

Harry can’t help but get off to her. She was just so wet and sticky, and he likes to think that she’s getting off to the thought of him watching her. When she’s done, she thanks everyone for joining and ends the live. About five minutes later, Harry’s phone rings.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Her voice comes in smoother than silk through the phone.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t like that you were wearing what someone else bought for you.”

“Then you should have bought me some lingerie, Mr. CFO. That’s not my fault.” She laughs. “Are you telling me you didn’t get off?”

“I did, but I’m not happy about it.”

“How can I make you happy, Mr. Styles?”

“Jesus Christ.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re not making this easy.”

“Shouldn’t someone as old as you have a little more willpower?”

“You’re right, I should. We can’t do this, Cora, it’s inappropriate.”

“Then why did you answer the phone?”

“Because I wanted to hear your voice…” He mutters.

“That’s so cute.” She pouts, even though he can’t see her. “I wanted to hear your voice too.”

“You’d really deactivate your account if I started paying for things for you?”

“Yes, but I’d still make videos…for your eyes only, if that’s something that you wanted. Everything can be negotiated.”

“What’s your day like tomorrow?”

“I have homework I need to get done, but I’ll be free in the evening. Wanna take me to dinner? I’ll wear something nice for you.”

“Is a public place really where you want to discuss all of this?”

“It’ll be like a business dinner. I’ll have a contract made up for you to look at and email it to you. Do you have a personal email? I don’t think sending it through work would be a good idea.”

“Yes…is this your personal number?”

“No, this is a burner phone I only use for these calls. I can text you from my personal number, though.”

“Alright.” He swallows, still in disbelief that he was going along with this. “I’ll make a reservation at a place I think you’ll like, and have a car sent to your place.”

“That sounds lovely. I’m looking forward to it. I have to go now, I’ll text you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Cora.”

“Bye, Harry.”

//

Saturday evening, around 7PM, Harry was seated at secluded table at one of his favorite restaurants. He was mulling over the different wine options as he was waiting for Cora to arrive.

“Here we are, Miss Durham.” The hostess says as they approach the table. Harry stands up, and tries not to let his jaw drop to the floor. Cora was wearing a gorgeous red dress. It was elegant, yet sexy, and her confidence just made it all the more better.

“Thank you.” Cora says, then looks at Harry. “Hi.”

“Hi.” They both sit down.

“This is really nice, I’ve never been here before.”

“Yeah, I tend to come here for business meals quite a bit, thought it would be a suitable spot. Would you like any wine? I didn’t want to order anything until I knew what you liked.”

“That was very considerate of you. I’d love a cabernet.”

Harry nods, and waves over the waiter, telling him to bring them a bottle of cabernet.

“He should be back with that shortly, then we can discuss some of the logistics.” Harry says, taking out his copy of the contract that he looked over and printed earlier in the day. “I marked this up quite a bit.”

“Well, I should hope so. I wouldn’t expect you to agree to every little thing.” She smiles. “Would you mind just ordering for me when he comes back? You know this place better than I do, so I’m sure you know what’s good.”

“Oh, yeah, I can do that. Do you like steak tips?”

“Who doesn’t?” She smirks. The waiter comes over with the bottle of wine, and Harry orders their dinners for them. “Alright, shall we begin?”

“Yes, I have to ask…what makes you want to do this? What kind of debts do you have? You didn’t really list anything.”

“Right.” She nods, and pulls out a piece of paper from her bag. It was a printed spreadsheet of all her expenses. Harry was glad she sat in the seat adjacent to him so they could sit closely. “My father is disabled, and I’m an only child, so I have to pay his medical bills. His insurance is shit too, so his prescriptions are expensive, as is the assisted living facility he’s in. I used to be his primary caretaker, but I just couldn’t do it anymore. It wasn’t fair to him or to me, so I put him in a home. He’s happy there, but it’s quite costly.”

“May I ask what his disability is?”

“Of course.” She nods, and takes a sip of her wine. “He’s a veteran, I was an army brat growing up, moved around a lot. He served overseas, and some shit went down. His right arm got blown off, and he’s also got some mental issues. He’s also just, like, old? I’m a one night stand baby. I was left on his doorstep after I was born, he was, like, forty-two. I only met my mom about four years ago thanks to some sleuthing and ancestry.”

“How old was she?”

“Twenty-two.” Cora shrugs. “She told me she didn’t want to get rid of me, like, while she was pregnant, but she had just graduated college, and her parents kicked her out, so she couldn’t afford rent and a baby. I understood where she was coming from.”

“That’s, uh, quite the age difference.”

“Like I said, it was a one night stand at some dive bar. I was most likely conceived in a bathroom.” She chuckles. “It’s okay, I’ve made my peace with it. I have a decent enough relationship with my mom, we try to meet up monthly if we can, and if we can’t we chat on the phone. She’s got her own family now, I have two half-siblings that are in middle school. I got to meet them a couple of years ago, they’re very sweet, and so is my step-dad. They were all welcoming. My mom never kept it a secret from him that she gave me up.”

“Ah, so there wasn’t much quality control that was needed.” Harry nods.

“Exactly.” She takes another sip of wine. “So, it was just me and Pop, and he was a great dad, but his health just got worse and worse as the years went on. I couldn’t ask my mom for help, she barely knew the guy, you know? So, I started my Only Fans to save up the money for where he lives now, and that’s what’s helping pay the monthly fees. But, I also have my own rent, student loans, car payments, car insurance, and other bills I need to take care of. I feel like I can never get ahead, which is super annoying because I’m incredible at budgeting. Even though I’m making more money with where I work now, it’s still not enough. I didn’t want to have to ask you for anything, but when you bought me the clothes…I just figured maybe your initial offer may still be on the table.”

“That sounds like a lot, I’m sorry you’ve been carrying around so much with you.” He frowns, resting his hand on top of hers, giving it a squeeze.

“Thanks for saying that.” She smiles softly. “I figured Only Fans was safer than stripping, plus, I’m my own boss with it. I knew you recognized me right away when I first walked into your office. Your voice was a dead giveaway, but I put the pieces together right away…because of our first phone call.” She bites her bottom lip. “I know it wasn’t appropriate to come into your office the way I did yesterday, and I apologize if I made you uncomfortable.”

“You caught me off guard more than anything. I don’t want you thinking I’m paying you to have sex with me.”

“But that’s what you’d like, right? To have sex with me?” She grins. “It’s okay, I wanna have sex with you too. I know that these things rarely happen without sex being involved.”

“But it doesn’t need to be. You don’t need to sell your body to me, Cora.”

“That’s not all I’d be selling to you.” She taps her finger on the contract. “I’d be like your companion. I could come over a few times a week, make you dinner, go to events with you, whatever you’d need.” She smiles. “And, when you’re feeling especially lonely…” Her hand slips under the table, and slides up his thigh. “I can be especially helpful.”

“Alright, two steak tip dinners.” The waiter sets the plates down. “Can I get you folks anything else?”

“No, thank you.” Harry says, and watches the waiter leave. “I just want to make sure that if we do that, that it’s consensual. I don’t want you thinking you have to do anything. I know when you do your lives…sometimes the others request for you to do things, and it’s so easy to tell when you don’t really want to use a specific toy or something. But you do it anyways because you know you’ll get larger tips. I don’t want things to be like that.”

“Doing something on camera to myself is completely different than doing something with someone else. I would never do anything I didn’t want to do, and I hope you wouldn’t either.”

“I can’t be your boyfriend either. I don’t have time for all that.”

“I’m not asking you to be my boyfriend. I’m asking you to take care of me financially.”

“We’d have to keep our distance in the office. I wouldn’t want anyone catching wind of this. And if I bring you to something, you’ll be introduced as my colleague that I thought would benefit from attending said event.”

“Seems reasonable to me. Would no one question as to why you’re always bringing me to things?”

“If they do, they can come ask me. If they ask you, you tell them to come to me.” He takes a bite of his steak.

“Yes, Sir.” She says firmly, and then digs into her own food. “So, wanna go over the contract?”

“Yeah.” Harry clears his throat, and flips to the second page. “So, here you asked for three grand a month, I’ll give you four.”

“Harry, I-“

“Don’t interrupt me.” He says, making her close her mouth before she can speak again. “Thank you, as I was saying, I’d like to give you four grand a month, looking at your expenses, it seems like you could need it. That should cover bills and such. I’ll give you one of my credit cards for other spending purposes, like, entertainment, eating out, shopping, whatever.” Harry shrugs. “I’ll probably put a $2000 limit on it, that should be plenty.” He flips to the next page.

“You have that much money?” She asks.

“Yes, now…I have a sort of personal question to ask you.”

“Go for it.”

“Are you on any sort of birth control? All you put in here was your most recent STD test.”

“Oh! Yeah, sorry, I have an IUD, the copper kind.”

“So…if we do decide to have sex, would you be comfortable if we don’t use condoms? It’s okay if you want to, I just want to know what I need to stock up on.”

“Have some handy for when I’m on period.” She shrugs. “I’m allergic to latex, I brought some in my bag so you could see the brand I typically use. I haven’t had sex with anyone in a while, though, just so you know.”

“How long is a while?”

“Over a year, I think.” She furrows her brows in thought. “Could be two, I’m not exactly sure. What about you?”

“Um, I had a one night stand a few months back, nothing serious, wrapped it up.”

“When did you and your wife divorce?”

“A few years ago.” He sighs, then takes another bite of food.

“Do you keep in touch with her?”

“At first, yeah. We tried being friends, you know? It wasn’t a messy divorce since I had her sign a prenup before we got married. We don’t talk anymore now, though. She’s remarried and living out in Oregon.”

“Can I ask why you got divorced?”

“Well, I haven’t really talked about this much, but…she was pregnant, in her third trimester, when we found out the baby would be born with a major birth defect. So, she had to have a cesarean so the doctors could take the baby out of her.” Harry blinks away a few tears. “We had already set up the nursery and everything…it was really tough to get over. It created a lot of distance between us. We were scared to try again, and then things just fell apart from there. She’s happy now with her new husband, she’s a step-mom and all that. She found out she just shouldn’t have children of her own and she accepted it.”

“That sounds like a really tough thing to go through, I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks…it’s not something I’d wish on my worst enemy.” He clears his throat and flips to another page in the contract. “Now, I wanted to talk about this section. The things you’d be available for and whatnot. Obviously, we shouldn’t show up to work together, so we’ll need to always drive separately. You mentioned car payments and insurance, but is it a good car? I could pay that one off and buy you a better one if need be.”

“No, it’s actually on the newer side, but thank you for offering.” It was a lie, her car wasn’t doing so well, but she didn’t want to ask for too much.

“Alright.” He smiles.

“How many nights a week would you want me over?”

“I think that’ll really be up to you and how you’re feeling.”

“Okay, then I’ll need closet space and possibly a dresser of my own. That way if you ask me to stay or if I just feel like it one night I won’t have to worry about an overnight bag.”

“Sure, I can definitely make some space for you. I’ve got a walk in closet that’s got plenty of room. I saw that you listed what you like to eat and drink, so that’s helpful. Will I get to go to your place sometimes?”

“If you’d like to.” She nods.

“I would. Feel like I stay home too much. Plus, if there’s any new furniture you’ve been needed I could help you take measurements and then we could go shopping.”

“That sounds nice. And I can clear some closet space for you too, if you wanna leave some suits or whatever at my place.”

“I’m worried about this effecting work a bit. I don’t want this hindering opportunities for you.”

“It won’t! Not if we keep things quiet like you’ve been saying. I won’t even look twice at you in the office. I’ve yet to even have a team meeting with you present, so we should be fine. I doubt anyone would expect you to be interested in me.”

“The age difference bothers me a bit.” He admits. “I know nine years isn’t a lot, especially with where we are in our lives, but…you’re at an age where you could really meet someone special and start a life, you know? I don’t want to keep you from that.”

“You wouldn’t be! I never really saw myself as the settling down type. It’s not really something I want yet. It’s sweet of you to be looking out for my best interest, it means a lot. The age difference doesn’t bother me at all.” She rests her chin on her palm as she looks at him.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive, you’ve got this DILF energy about you, and it’s so sexy.” Her hand finds its way to his thigh again.

“You had a section here, um, for what I’d prefer to be called. What did you mean by this?”

“Oh! I just want to know how you’d like to be addressed. Like, do you always want me to call you Mr. Styles, or is Harry okay outside of the office? Or, like, when we’re together, or getting intimate, do you want to be called sir or daddy?”

“Jesus, Cora, I’m not going to bend you over my knee and spank you.”

“But you could if you wanted! I made a list of everything I’m okay with doing in the bedroom, and a list of things I’d be willing to try with you. And then I made a list of hard no’s.”

“I saw that…” He says, flipping to that page.

“We can work up to some of it, of course.”

“Address me however you like, just make sure it remains professional in the office.”

“So…daddy is on the table?” She smirks.

“Do you really want to call me that? I always found that to be a bit odd, like, wouldn’t you just picture your father?”

“No.” She laughs. “It’s more of just, like, showing respect, letting you know I know who’s in charge. If you’re not into it I don’t have to use it, but I think you’d learn to really like it.” She leans in a little closer to him so she can speak into his ear. “Especially when I’m moaning it out in the bedroom.” She sits back in her chair and smiles. “At the end of the day, I just want to show you how grateful I am for everything you’re doing for me. That’s what it all boils down to.”

“Again, I don’t want you thinking that sex has to be the answer for that.”

“I know, Harry, and I really appreciate you being so cautious and considerate. I promise, if I’m not in the mood I’ll let you know, and I’d hope that you’d do the same with me. Some nights we could just cuddle or cook together, whatever type of intimacy you’re looking for, I can provide it.”

Okay, now that sounded nice, now he was sold. There were certain things he missed about being married, and it was definitely the different types of intimacy there were. He missed being able to lay his head in someone’s lap and have his hair played with, and he missed taking a relaxing bubble bath with someone after a long day.

“Alright, why don’t I make a clean copy of this, and then I’ll email it back to you so you can have another look over and then we can sign it.” Harry says.

“I have a better idea, let’s go back to your place, have some more wine, you can type it up and I’ll sign so we can have a little fun.”

“It would be nice to give you a tour of my condo.” He finishes off his glass of wine. “Okay, let’s do it.”

//

“This is such a nice car!” Cora exclaims as she climbs inside. Harry shuts the door and walks around the other side to get in.

“It’s just a Range Rover, there are nicer cars.” He shrugs as he starts it up.

“I drive a little Ford Focus, this is a nice car.” She buckles herself in. “Fair warning, I’m an annoying passenger, I’m constantly fiddling with the radio.”

“Here.” He hands her his phone. “I have Apple Car Play, pick what you like.”

Cora beams at him before tapping on the Spotify app to find one of her playlists. She taps to have him follow her account, and then she puts on the music she likes.

“Thank you. If you don’t like a song feel free to just skip. I’m sure we won’t have the most similar music taste.”

“I guess it’ll be good for me to know what you like to listen to, it’s fine.” As he’s driving, he notices that she’s scrolling through his phone.

“You listen to a lot of Fleetwood Mac.” She notes.

“Yeah, they’re one of my favorite bands. Do you like them?”

“Not really, I think they’re pretty overrated. I like a few songs, but I wouldn’t say I’m a fan.” She looks up at him. “I’m really into, like, eighties hair bands, if we’re talking about older music.”

“I can’t believe you don’t like them. Next you’ll tell me you don’t like The Beatles.”

“I don’t.” She says without missing a beat.

“What?” Harry was in disbelief.

“I can’t stand their music. They were only popular because it was the first time girls were allowed to be horny.” She smirks. “I read that somewhere, I can’t take credit for it, but I completely agree.”

“Jesus.” Harry shakes his head.

“Do you like Journey?” She asks.

“Yeah.”

“Me too.” She nudges his arm. “There’s something we agree on.”

“Thank god, I was about ready to kick you out of the car.” He smirks at her.

Harry pulls around a building and down into a parking garage. He pulls into a specific spot, then gets out to open her door. He leads her over to an elevator that he needs a key for. Swanky. He pushes the button for the top floor, and her eyebrows raise.

“You live on the top floor of this building? Seriously, how much money do you make?”

“I’m a chief financial officer, right? So I must be good with money. I invested in real estate pretty early on, I buy and sell buildings on the side.”

“Ah, so you’re the reason there’s so much gentrification.” She rolls her eyes playfully.

“I resent that, one of the charities I’m a part of helps with good, affordable housing, and it helps with not kicking people out of their own neighborhoods.” The elevator dings once they’ve reached his floor. “It’s sort of similar to a penthouse, I used to have a condo on a lower floor, but I jumped at the chance when this one opened up. The view is really nice, and the balcony is a bit larger.” He leads her inside the condo.

“Shoes off?” She asks.

“If you don’t mind.” He nods as he takes off his own. Cora steps out of her heels and follows him further into the home.

“This is gorgeous, I love the art you have.” She says as she looks around. “Oh!” She gasps at the view, and makes her way outside onto the balcony. “This is incredible.” She tells him as he comes to stand next to her.

“Yeah, I really like sitting out here; it’s relaxing.”

“I could definitely see myself setting up with my laptop and getting my grad work done out here.” She turns to face him, putting her hands on his shoulders, smoothing out his suit jacket. “I’d be wearing one of your shirts looking so good you’d have no choice but to take me to bed with you.”

“Can’t have you failing your classes.” He puts his hands on her hips. “We didn’t even talk about tuition, how much is that?”

“Let me keep covering that. I’d like to still have some semblance of autonomy.”

“Alright, I can respect that.” He smiles.

“So…did you want to show me your bedroom first, or…?”

“You don’t have to keep doing that.” He sighs.

“Doing what?”

“Being so…I don’t know, eager to fuck me.”

“I just want to give you what you want.”

“And you will, but I still have to type up the edits to the contract and we both need to sign it. Let’s go back inside and do that, okay? Can I get you something to drink, I have seltzer water.”

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

They both go back inside. Cora has a seat on his sofa while Harry grabs a couple of waters from the kitchen, along with his laptop. She watches as Harry brings up the document and edits it. She studies his face and hands. He seemed to take really good care of himself. If it weren’t for the few strands of silver peppered throughout his curls, she’d never think he was as old as thirty-five.

“Alright, we can just use e-signatures if that works for you.” He says, handing her his laptop.

“Works for me.” She smiles and signs her name.

“I’ll email you a copy.” He says, making a few more clicks and taps, then closing his laptop. “When will you deactivate your account?”

“I can do that now, let me just go grab my bag.” She gets up and quickly goes to the front hall to grab her bag. She comes back over and takes her laptop out. “I already prepared a quick goodbye video, so I’m just going to make that public.”

“You were so sure I was going to be into this, huh?”

“I had a feeling.” She grins. “Okay, I am officially deactivating my account. From now on the only person that gets to see me naked is you, Mr. Styles.” She closes her laptop and makes her way into his lap to straddle him. She rests her hands on his shoulders and smiles at him. Harry’s hands find their way to her hips.

“You’re really sure about all this? I feel like you’re being forced into something.”

“I’m sure, Harry, I swear. If I didn’t want this with you, I wouldn’t have approached you about it. You’re so…I can’t even begin to describe how attracted I am to you, and I mean that. I’m not just saying it like a bartender who wants a better tip would.” She chews on her bottom lip. “Are you still worried about HR?”

“A little, yeah.”

“Harry, no one will ever know, please…just kiss me, touch me, do something.”

Harry looks into her eyes, they were pleading with him. This is all he ever could have wanted when he’d fantasize about her. She was so incredibly beautiful, and she was giving him the go ahead.

“If you didn’t need my money, would you still want this?” He asks as he grips her by the back of her neck.

“Of course I would. You’re handsome, smart, mature…I’ve never really been attracted to someone the way I’m attracted to you. Every guy I’ve ever been with has disappointed me.” She pouts at him.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm, they just didn’t know how to satisfy me. You see, I think it’s because they were just boys, but you, you’re a man, Harry. You just look like you know what a woman needs when she needs it.”

She won, she had officially won in seducing him. His wall had officially crumbled, and he tossed all caution to the wind. He pulls her closer and kisses her. Her fingers move through his hair as she sinks further into him. He sucks on her bottom lip, biting down onto it and letting it snap back into place.

“What do you wanna do?” She asks, voice thick with lust.

“I want you to suck my cock.”

She grins at him and makes her way to the floor.

“Can I have a pillow for my knees, Daddy?” She bats her eyelashes up at him. Harry swallows and grabs her a throw-pillow. He wasn’t sure how he felt about the name yet, so he just hands her the pillow. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He tilts his head to the side as she just sits there. “Well…go on.”

“I didn’t know if it was okay to touch.”

“Of course it is, go ahead.”

She nods and reaches for his belt buckle. Harry lifts his hips to help her shuffle his pants down a little. Her eyes grow wide as she gets a peak of his tattoos. She wanted to just rip his shirt off, but she holds back. Instead, she palms him through his boxer-briefs before tugging on the band. Once again, he lifts his hips to help her. She licks her lips as she gets a good look at his hard cock.

“How do you like it?” She asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you like it neat and pretty, or do you like it sloppy?”

“The latter.”

She gives him a wicked grin before spitting into her hand and stroking his length. She touches her tongue to his tip and pulls back, leaving a string of spit behind. She licks over his slit a few times before wrapping her lips around the head. She slowly moves her head up and down, coating him with her spit and drool. She breathes through her nose and takes him all the way down her throat, then she pops off of him.

“Why’d you stop?” He asks.

“You’re not making any noise, how am I supposed to know if you’re enjoying it?”

He smiles fondly at her and brushes some hair away from her face. She had a point.

“I have an idea. Why don’t you sit where I’m sitting, and I’ll fuck that little throat of yours?”

“No, I wanna do it.” She shakes her head. “I mean, uh, I’d like to make you feel good on my own, I don’t want you to have to do a thing, but…another time I’d really like that.”

“Get back to it then.”

“Will make you noise so I know how I’m doing?” She raises an eyebrow at him.

“Yes.” He nods.

She sinks back down onto him, bobbing up and down. Harry grips her hair, making a makeshift ponytail for her. She grunts as he pulls her hair a bit, but she just takes him down her throat more. Her hands slide up his thighs, her nails digging into his skin. She pulls up to his tip, and grips the rest of him with her hand. She works him fast, and sucks on him with vigor.

“Oh, fuck.” He groans, his head rolling back. “That’s it, just like that.” He can’t help but buck up into her mouth. She moans around him, keeping everything going just like he said. “Fuck, that’s so good.” He looks down at her, and her eyes snap up to his. “Look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” She moans around him again, closing her eyes to focus on the task at hand. “I’m gonna come, fuck, I’m gonna come.” He lets out a moan that’s music to her ears as he comes into her mouth. She continues to suck on him until he pulls her off. She swallows and sticks out her tongue so he can see. “Christ.” He breathes, leaning back into the couch. He feels her tuck him back into his boxers, and she moves to sit next to him. “That was really something.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She wipes under her eyes to fix her mascara.

“I’d like to return the favor, but not tonight. Is that okay?”

“Of course! I can call an uber if you want me to get out of your hair.” She gets up, but he grabs her wrist.

“That’s not what I was saying.” He shakes his head. “I’d like it if you spent the night, actually…if you want.”

“I’d love to.” She smiles. “Wanna show me your room now?” He nods and stands up, pulling up his pants in the process. He leads her upstairs to his master suite, and gives her a shirt to wear to bed. Cora had brought the essentials she’d need to wash up for bed. “So, how do you like to sleep? Are you a light sleeper, heavy sleeper, do you like your own space, do you prefer to be cuddled?”

“Do you always ask the people you’re sleeping with how they sleep?” He laughs.

“I normally don’t care enough to ask.”

“I tend to be a stomach sleeper, I’m between a light and heavy sleeper, and I very much like to cuddle, so turn over.”  Cora leans in to peck his lips before getting settled onto her side. Harry slips a leg between hers, and wraps his arm around her stomach, pulling her close. “Are you comfortable?”

“Very.” She sighs with yawn. “Your bed is comfy.”

“Good.”

//

The next morning, Harry has to really knuckle at his eyes when he sees Cora sleeping soundly next to him. She looked so delicate and soft. He still couldn’t quite wrap his head around why she wanted to be so involved with him. He would have gladly just given her the money she needed without anything sexual involved. All they had was one phone call, and a brief interaction at work. That’s all she had to go off of. For him, he obviously knew a different side of her, but in reality he didn’t really know who she was as a person.

He decides to get up and let her sleep. He wanted to get his morning exercise in before breakfast. He puts his workout clothes on and heads downstairs to his gym. He starts off with a mile long jog on his treadmill before moving on to lift some weights. He was in the middle of doing some bench presses when Cora found herself standing in the doorway.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier.” She smirks. Harry sets the weight down and sits up to look at her. “I was a little annoyed you let me wake up alone.”

“You seemed tired, I didn’t want to wake you.” He takes a sip of water from his bottle, and wipes his forehead. His tee shirt was drenched in sweat. “I was going to make you breakfast, does that help?”

“Depends, what were you planning on making?”

“Avocado toast, and some French-press coffee sound alright?”

“I suppose.” She sighs playfully.

“You look very cute in my shirt.” He smirks as he stands up, making his way over to her. He caresses her cheek before kissing her forehead and walking away from her. She follows him down the hall to the kitchen, and sits up on the counter. She watches as he takes his shirt off and sets it aside. She bites her bottom lip as he grabs two avocados and a knife. “Do you like it sliced up, or kind of mashed up on the toast?” He looks at her. “What?”

“Nothing.” She clears her throat. “Just still waking up.”

Harry throws some bread in the toaster and goes back to the avocados.

“You didn’t answer my question, slices or mashed?”

“Mashed please.” She smiles.

Harry prepares the toast, and hands her a plate.

“I have to shower and then answer a few emails, but other than that I’m free today. Do you have any errands you need to run?”

“I need to do some laundry, and go grocery shopping. I obviously have to go home first to change, but…would you wanna come with?”

“Sure.” He smiles.

“Really, that doesn’t sound boring?”

“Not to bring up my ex-wife, but I used to really enjoy tagging along on her weekend errands. I was always so busy with work, so it was a way to spend time together.”

“I have some homework I need to get done too…”

“I can just drop you off after.” He shrugs.

“Or you could bring your laptop with you and we could do some work together.”

“I’d like that, but I have somewhere to be this evening, and I’ll need some time to get ready. So just some errands for today, alright?”

“Okay, seems fair.” She finishes up her toast. “Can I shower with you? Your bathroom is so nice.”

“We’d be, uh, naked together in there.”

“Yeah, that’s typically how a shower works.”

“Don’t be smart with me, I just meant, like…no funny business while we’re in there.”

“You’re no fun.” She pouts at him and hops off the counter. “But I’ll respect your strictly professional shower.”

//

Much to Cora’s dismay, Harry was serious about there being no funny business in the shower. In fact, they only shared for about two minutes since he had gotten in before her. She wondered if maybe he didn’t care as much about seeing her naked since he had seen her several times on her Only Fans. That wasn’t the case, of course, but how could she possibly know that?

Harry wasn’t ready to touch her. He wanted to see if she could go an hour without throwing herself at him. Even though consent was the number one thing on his mind, he needed to be the one in charge of when anything sexual happened. He needed to initiate it. He didn’t want her thinking she could constantly seduce him. As much as he wanted to pin her up against the wall of the shower and drill harsh thrusts into her, he just couldn’t yet.

“Thanks for letting me borrow these sweats, Harry.” She says as they begin the drive to her place.

“You can keep them, if you like.”

“Might just have to do that. I have to warn you, my place isn’t as nice as yours. It’s just a little studio.”

“I’m sure it’s lovely, Cora. Um, would you, I mean, if you want a larger place we could always look into getting you into a newer apartment.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that, where I live works for me, but thank you for offering. You’re so sweet.” She gives his thigh a brief squeeze. “So, what’s a guy like you doing with all of those tattoos?”

“Huh? Oh, right, believe it or not, I was young and reckless once. The second I turned eighteen I littered myself with tattoos. I don’t regret any of them, but I’ve definitely covered a few up over the years. I don’t show them off at work, obviously, but I also don’t really try to hide them either. I’ve not taken job offers before because of their tattoo policies. It’s such a stupid thing to have a rule about.”

“Oh, I totally agree. They’re not hurting anyone.” She scoffs. “You haven’t asked me if I have any.”

“That’s because I know you don’t.”

“And how could you know that?” She grins. “You barely looked at me in the shower.”

“Because you’ve never worn a sleeve to cover them up in the your videos. I’ve seen just about every in inch of you by now. You’ve got a ton of earrings, and your septum, your nipples and naval are all pierced.”

“I’m surprised I was hired with having the septum.”

“We don’t discriminate, at least my team doesn’t. I like it on you, not everyone can pull off a septum piercing, but you can.”

“Aww, thank you.” She sighs happily. “Oh! There’s my building, coming up on the right!”

Harry pulls up to the building, and does his best to find a parking spot on the street. Cora keys them into her building, and they head up the stairs to her apartment. He notices that the building isn’t exactly well taken care of, and it makes him sad. She’s on the third floor, so there aren’t too many stairs they need to climb. She lets him in, and his smile returns. Her apartment looked nice, it was neat and tidy.

“I’ve learned to add storage in some creative ways over the years. Bathroom’s over there if you need it.” She points to her left.

He recognized her bed area all too well. He sits down on the edge of her bed as she rummages through her dresser for some fresh clothes. She changes right in front of him, but he looks in the other direction. She had a small table that looked to have her schoolwork on it. There was no TV, not even a little couch.

“Do you ever have people over?” Harry asks as she pulls her fresh shirt down.

“Not really, I’ll usually meet friends out for drinks. I watch TV in bed on my laptop, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Are you comfortable here?”

“Very.” She nods. “I’ve gotten to know my neighbors pretty well. I know the building look rough, but it’s not a bad place to live, I swear.” She slings her bag over her shoulder and looks at him. “I’m ready.”

Harry drives them to the nearest grocery store. He offers to push the cart for her while she shops. He reminds her to get whatever she wants and to not worry about prices or name brands. She lets him pay for her groceries, and he even helped bring them inside when they got back to her place. He carries her laundry basket down to the laundry room for her, and watches as she puts quarters into the machine.

“Wanna go snuggle while we wait for the wash to be done?” She asks him.

“I’d like that.” He smiles. They both head back upstairs and get comfortable on her bed. She rests her head on his chest and sighs. “It’s funny, I always wanted to be in this bed with you.”

“This is where all the magic happened.” She chuckles. “It’s like you’re getting a behind the scenes tour of a set.”

“It definitely feels that way.”

“Did you sleep well with me last night?” She asks abruptly.

“Yeah! I slept great, what about you?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever slept so well.” She says softly. “I’ve never really been taken care of before, you know? I mean, when I was a kid, yeah, I had my dad and whatever sitter he hired to watch me, but basically since I was a teenager I’ve been taking care of him. I know we only just started this, but I feel like I can breathe for the first time in a while, so…thank you.” She looks up at him and smiles.

Harry isn’t sure of what to say, so he just leans in and places a soft kiss on her lips. She snuggles further into his chest as both of his arms wrap around her. He wanted her to feel safe with him, and it was clear that she did.

//

“Morning, Cora, how was your weekend?” Carrie asks her in the break room as she pours her coffee.

“Good! Got a lot of grad work done, got ahead on some assignments so I don’t have to worry about them, which is always nice.” Cora smiles.

“That’s awesome! I was so happy when I finished grad school, such a huge weight lifted. How much longer do you have?”

“About two more semesters. I’m hoping my school will offer some winter courses so I can finish in the spring.” She takes a sip of her coffee just as Harry walks in.

“Ladies.” Harry says as he pours himself a cup of coffee. Cora wonders why his assistant doesn’t just get him his morning coffee.

“Good morning, Mr. Styles, did you have a nice weekend?” Carrie asks.

“Yes, thank you. You?” He doesn’t even so much as glance at Cora.

“Yeah, my husband and I took our son to the Museum of Science, it was fun.”

“Oh, good! I bet Tommy enjoyed that.” Harry smiles, and takes a sip of his coffee, then looks at Cora. “Miss Durham, how was your weekend?”

“Just got caught up on some grad work.” She shrugs. “I’m gonna head to my office now, get started on my day. Have a good one.” She smiles at him before leaving the room.

It was a long day, Harry was in and out of meetings that he felt like he easily just could have gotten the notes from to stay updated. He had a business lunch with the CEO and COO of the company, and then finally got some peace and quiet in his office. His inbox was full, but luckily he was able to forward a ton of things to his assistant who was more than happy to take care of the more tedious tasks for him. Around 4:30, his assistant buzzes into his intercom.

“Mr. Styles? Miss Durham was wondering if you had a couple of minutes. She finished working on the pivot report you requested, and she wanted to go over it with you.”

“Sure, Ashley, send her in, thank you.” Harry runs a hand through his hair. He looks at Cora as she walks in holding her laptop. “Hi.”

“Good afternoon, I emailed the report to you as well so we could look at it together. I just had a few clarifying questions before I submitted it to the team drop box.” She sits down across from his desk.

“This is genuinely about a pivot report?” Cora nods yes. “You realize you could have just gone over this with Meredith, right?”

“I did, and she told me to go over it with you to make sure it was good to go for your board meeting.”

“Oh.”

“Sorry, didn’t realize you were too good for your lower level employees.” She smirks as she pulls up the report.

“You shouldn’t speak to me like that.”

“I’m just teasing, relax.” She clicks around a few times on the report. “Okay, so I had to pull a couple of queries to get these figures, and I’d be happy to show you how I did it, but-“

“Do you mind if I just look over it myself?” He asks.

“Oh, so I can’t interrupt you, but you can interrupt me?”

“Correct.” He furrows his brows as he looks over the report. “This looks good, Cora, thank you.”

“That’s it?”

“Is there more?”

“I just thought you’d want to know how I got the results.”

“Cora.” Harry sighs. “I trust that you were hired for a reason. If I needed to see exactly how you do every little thing, I wouldn’t think you were very competent.” He closes her laptop and slides it back to her. “You did a good job, is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Well…yeah. Don’t you like to hear that you’ve done a good job?”

“Sure I do.” He shrugs. “Just not as much as you, it seems.”

“What are you trying to say?” Her face flushes.

“You seem to respond to praise.” He leans back in his chair. “You like knowing when you’ve done a good job, or when you’ve been a good girl.” He smirks.

“Last time I checked, we’re at work.” She stands up and grabs her laptop.

“But in an hour we won’t be. I expect you waiting at my place for me.”

“And how would you like me?” She grins.

“Fully clothed, sitting at my dining room table. I’ll pick up dinner on my way home. Feel free to open a bottle of wine while you wait.”

“Yes, Sir.”

//

Harry picks up some sushi on his way home. Cora and Harry had spent yesterday bringing some of her things to his place, and he gave her a key. When he gets in, she’s sipping on a glass of wine just as he told her to.

“Got you some dumplings, you mentioned you like them.” He says as he takes out all of the contents of the bag. “I tend to order out on Mondays, gives me something to look forward to.”

“Didn’t you go out for lunch today?” She asks as he sets some sushi down in front of her.

“I only had a salad, and we talked during most of it.”

“You know what gets me through Mondays?”

“What’s that, Baby?” It was the first time he called her that, and the smile she gave him told him to keep on saying it.

“Knowing that there will be two hours of trash TV to watch starting at 8PM.” Harry blinks at her. “Hello, The Bachelorette is on tonight.”

“Oh, Cora, I don’t want to-“

“You can diddle around on your laptop or phone, I’m watching The Bachelorette.”

“Oh, you are?” He smirks.

“Yes.” She picks up her chopsticks, and puts a piece in her mouth. “Is that alright?”

“I suppose it’ll have to be.” He chuckles.

“Thank you for dinner, by the way.”

“No thanks necessary, Baby, I’m honestly happy to have the company.” He smiles.

“I like being your company.” She smiles back.

They both continue to eat their dinner, and then they go to change into more comfortable clothes. All Cora put on was one of Harry’s old college sweatshirts. She thought she was pulling a fast one, but he was sticking to how he wanted to do things. She needed to learn that he was truly in charge.

“We’ve got an hour before the show starts, anything you feel like doing?” She asks as she straddles his lap while he sits on the couch.

Harry smiles and wraps his arms around her, pulling her in for a tight hug. She’s confused at first, but she rolls with it, letting her head rest on his shoulder.

“I have some emails I’d like to get through, watch whatever you like before it comes on.” He says before kissing her forehead and lifting her off of him. He reaches for his laptop, but he can’t help but notice the pout on her face. “What’s that face for, hm?”

“I guess I was just hoping for a little dessert.”

“I’ve got some ice cream in the freezer. Help yourself, Baby.” He smiles at her.

“Harry, you know that’s not what I meant. I thought when we started this you’d be itching to get my clothes off.”

“Cora, we started this literally three days ago. What’s your rush?”

“I guess I’m not in a rush, I just wanted to know if there’s a reason why you haven’t touched me yet.”

“I just think we should wait a bit longer, make sure the non physical side of things is working out.”

“But you let me suck you off the other night.”

“That’s right, and if you’d like to do it again you’ll stop whining, alright?”

“Fine, then I’m gonna go take care of myself before the show starts.” Cora stands up.

“No, I don’t think you will.”

“Harry, I’m used to getting off multiple times a week, I can’t just cut down cold turkey.”

“That’s exactly what you’re going to do. As I recall, you said you were mine, so you’ll only orgasm when I say you can.”

“Let me get this straight, you’re not going to touch me, and I’m not allowed to touch myself or use my toys unless you say so?”

“Correct.”

“You can’t be serious.” She scoffs.

“Go ahead, go play with yourself, but that won’t be the way to get me to touch you.” Her mouth opens to challenge him, but she decides against it. She goes into the kitchen instead, and makes them both a bowl of ice cream. She sits down next to him with a huff, and pulls the hood of the sweatshirt up over her head. “So you’re mad at me, but you still got me some ice cream?”

“I’m not mad at you, I’m incredibly frustrated. Had I known that was going to be part of the deal, I would gotten myself off last night.” She shovels some ice cream into her mouth and looks at him. “What do I need to do in order for you to touch me?”

“I need you to just relax, and stop acting like I always need to rip your clothes off. I feel like you’re always trying to throw yourself at me.”

“Because I don’t know what else to do! You’re very quiet, I feel like every time I open my mouth I’m bothering you.”

“I’m sorry.” He frowns. “You’re not bothering me, I’m just quiet…and albeit a little shy. I like having someone around, I’m comfortable with silence. Talk to me all you want, I don’t mind.” He gives her knee a comforting squeeze. “I’m not some twenty-something that’s always trying to get his dick wet, I’m sorry if that’s what you’re used to.”

“It’s not, I…I guess I’ve just been so used to being wanted for my body…I forgot there might be other things.”

“Don’t doubt yourself.” He grips her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “There are a lot of things about you that I like.” He pecks her lips and lets her go. “Now, tell me, how much of this show have I missed?”

“About five weeks worth, but don’t worry, you’ll be up to speed in no time. I don’t know half of the guys’ names yet.”

“And you love this show?”

“Mhm, it’s nice to be sucked into other people’s drama for a little while.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” Harry grabs the remote, and changes the TV to ABC, then closes his laptop. “Well, if I’m going to invest two hours into this, I’d like to be comfortable.”

Harry stands up and grabs the blanket from the back of the couch. He sits on the end that reclines, and opens his arm up for Cora. She beams at him as she gets snuggled up close under the blanket with him.

“You really don’t need to watch if you’re not interested, Harry.”

“No, it’s okay. I really wanna learn about the things you like.”

“What TV shows do you like to watch?”

“You know, I don’t watch a ton of TV anymore, now that I think about it. I’m more of a movie guy, or, like, I enjoy a good documentary. I watch sports too.”

“I like movies. Maybe we can find some that we both like.”

“That sounds like a great idea.”

“Oh! It’s starting. Please wait until the commercials to ask questions.” She takes out her phone and opens Twitter. “I like to live-Tweet.”

“Whatever makes you happy.” Harry chuckles, kissing her temple.

Harry made it through the first hour easy. He got sucked in for sure, but once it hit the 9PM mark he started to doze off. By 9:30, his head was leaning against hers, and soft snores were coming from his mouth. Cora didn’t mind one bit, she appreciated that he wanted to try and stay up for her.

“Harry.” Cora coos to him. “The episode’s over, we can go to bed.”

“Huh?” He stirs awake. “Who’d she send home?”

“No one important.” Cora giggles. “Come on, we need to wash up.”

“Okay.” He yawns and gets up with her.

They both go through their nightly routines before climbing into bed. Harry spoons Cora nice and close to him. Harry falls back asleep in seconds, but it takes Cora a bit longer. She was still feeling a little hot and bothered, especially with his pelvis pressing against her bum the way it was. She liked that he seemed to have a higher level of respect for her than most, but fuck, if he didn’t touch her soon she was going to go insane.

//

Waking up with Harry on a workday was much different than waking up with him on a Saturday. His alarm went off at 4AM, for some ungodly reason. Cora wakes up around 5:30 so she can go use Harry’s treadmill. She liked the idea of getting a walk in before work. She throws on a sports bra and a pair of leggings after washing up. When she reaches Harry’s workout room, her eyes nearly pop out of her head. He was down on the mat, shirtless, doing pushups.

“Good morning.” She squeaks just as he looks up at her. “I came to use the treadmill.”

“Go for it.” He smiles. “I’m just about to stretch and then go take a shower.” Harry moves to sit on his bum and starts stretching his legs out. “Did you sleep alright?”

“Took me a little longer than you to fall asleep, but yeah, I slept well.” She walks over to the treadmill and turns it on.

“Well, enjoy your workout. I usually make smoothies for breakfast on weekdays, would you like one?”

“Um, yeah, sure…thank you.”

Harry nods and heads out of the room. Cora walks about two miles before getting off, and heading back upstairs to go take a shower. When she’s done, she does her hair, and heads down to the kitchen only wearing a towel. Harry was sitting at his kitchen island, sipping on his coffee. He had already finished his smoothie. He peers up from his phone and looks at her.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t some move I’m trying to make, this is just how I get ready for work. I’ve ruined too many blouses eating breakfast after getting dressed.” She says as she takes a sip of her smoothie.

“I didn’t say anything. I actually don’t mind the view.” He smirks. “Take as long as you like to get ready. I have an early meeting this morning, so I need to leave soon.”

“Do you wake up that early every day to work out?”

“Pretty much, yeah. Nothing else really wakes me up, why?”

“Just thinking that Monday nights I might stay at my place so I can sleep in a little longer.” She laughs. “No wonder you fell asleep so early.”

“Sorry about that. You must think I’m so old.” He groans.

“I don’t!” She comes over to him, cupping his cheeks. “You’re just, like, a real adult, and I feel like I’m still learning how to be one. I had to grow up really fast when I was in high school, and I feel like I just regressed when I went to college or something.”

“You’re allowed to have fun in college. If it’s all the same, I think you’re incredibly brave.” He takes her hands in his and kisses her knuckles. “I have to head out, I’ll see you in a little while.”

“Okay.” She leans in and pecks his lips. “I won’t be able to come over tonight, I hope that’s alright. I have a group project I need to work on, and we all agreed tonight worked for all of us to zoom in and work on it.”

“No worries, Baby. I don’t expect you to have every night free. Thanks for letting me know, though.” He kisses her forehead as he gets up, and then heads out the door.

The whole thing felt really domestic, and that was the first time Cora felt jealous of Harry’s ex-wife. She probably got to have tons of mornings like this together. She knew she could never be a replacement for her, but she could tell he missed these simple things. Having a quiet morning together, making each other breakfast, kissing before leaving for work. She knew this whole thing between them probably wouldn’t amount to much, but she was slowly starting to figure out what she could do to make him happy, and feel like he was getting a proper return on his investment.

//

By the time Friday rolled around, and Harry still hadn’t done more than kiss Cora, she was feeling antsy. She thought she was being so good for him. He even spent the night at her place on Wednesday night! She wanted to make him dinner Friday night, do something special for him. They already had plans for her to come over after work, but she needed to scoot a little early to make what she wanted properly.

“Meredith? Do you mind if I leave a little early?” Cora knocks on Meredith’s door frame around 4:30PM.

“Sure! By the way, you got lots of kudos in the meeting I was in with Mr. Styles and the others. They were very impressed with your pivot report, and they were impressed that you got it done ahead of schedule.”

“Oh, well, that’s great. I’m glad to hear they were happy with my work.” She smiles. “Have a nice weekend.”

“You too!”

Cora grabs her things and heads out to the grocery store to pick up what she needed to make for dinner. Once she’s in his place, she gets to cooking. She wanted to make him fresh spaghetti and meatballs. She gets the ground beef in a bowl, and mixes it with breadcrumbs, plenty of seasoning, and an egg. She forms the meatballs and puts them onto a sheet tray. She slides them into the oven, and gets the pasta water going. She washes her hands, and gets some flour onto the counter. She presses a small bowl into the flour to create a well, and then cracks a few eggs into the flour. She whisks it together, and then starts to roll the dough. She lets it chill in the fridge for a few moments while she wipes down the counter. She takes the meatballs out of the oven, and sets them into a pot with pasta sauce. She wished she could have made her own, but store-brand would have to do. She sets it on the back burner to let it simmer.

Once the pasta dough has been in the fridge long enough, she takes it out and rolls it with a bottle of wine. Harry didn’t have a pasta machine, not that she thought he would, so it takes a bit of time to get it thin enough. She grabs a sharp knife and cuts it up into thick pieces. She hangs the strand of pasta on a wooden spoon before putting it into the boiling water. Once the pasta is done, she dresses it in some of the sauce, and separates it nicely into two bowls before adding a few meatballs to each. She grabs the French bread she bought and slices it in half. She paints it with melted butter and garlic, and pops it into the toaster oven to get it crispy. She sets the bowls down on Harry’s dining table, covering them both with plates so they stay warm. She hears the timer for the toaster, and cuts up the bread into easier to eat pieces, then grabs another bowl to put them in, covering it with a napkin. She grabs a bottle of red from Harry’s wine wrack, and finishes setting the table. She looks at the table proudly, happy with her work.

“It smells amazing in here.” Harry says as he walks through the door. “What’s all this?” He asks when he sees the dining table.

“I made you dinner.” Cora smiles. “I wanted to do something nice for you, so I made homemade pasta and meatballs. The sauce is store-bought, but I added some stuff to it to make it better. Oh! And I made garlic bread, so-mmgh!”

Harry grabbed her face and kissed her hard. He backs her up to the table, licking into her mouth before letting her go.

“Thank you.” He says softly. “No one’s done something like this for in a long time. I…you made the pasta yourself?”

“I learned how to do it in college, it doesn’t take much.” She shrugs.

“You’re amazing, let’s eat.” They both sit down and dig in. “Oh my god, this is incredible.” He moans. “Might have to have you move in soon since I know you can cook like this.” He jokes.

“I would expect us to take turns.”

“Oh, definitely. I actually really like cooking, it’s why I have all those nice appliances.”

“Yeah, you have everything except a pasta maker.”

“I’ve never needed one!” He laughs. “I can get one, though. Tomorrow, we’ll head to Crate and Barrel and you can pick one out.”

“Seriously?”

“Sure.” He shrugs. “And we can get anything else you think my kitchen’s missing. Maybe we could make pasta together some time.”

“I’d like that.” She smiles.

“Is this why you left early? I went to see Meredith quick before I headed out, and I saw that you were gone.”

“Yeah, I wanted to make sure I had time to get everything done. Plus, I had finished up all I needed to do for the day, so I didn’t feel bad.”

“You should never feel bad about needing to leave early, people do it all the time. We all know you’re efficient. You’ve only been in the office a month and everyone can already see how amazing you are.”

Cora smiles as she bites into a piece of bread. They continue to eat and drink their wine, just having a really good time with each other. Harry tells Cora about one of the meetings he had to suffer through, and it makes her laugh so hard she nearly had wine coming out of her nose. Harry helps clean up when they’re done eating.

“So, what do you typically do on your Friday nights?” She asks as they both sit on the couch.

“Honestly? I got very used to watching your lives.”

“Oh!” She blushes. “Well, I’d offer to give you a free show, but you still haven’t given me the okay to touch myself, so…”

“You’ve been really good all week, I appreciate it. Don’t you feel more relaxed not always having to be on when you’re around me?”

“I guess.” She shrugs. “I think I’ve just read too much fiction.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’ve read some sugar-daddy stories before, and it’s always the same thing. The daddy is usually this closed off guy that just wants someone for sex and to take to events. Then again, the girl usually has major daddy issues, and I don’t. I have a great relationship with my dad.”

“When was the last time you saw him?”

“Last month, when I found out I got the job. I’m due for another visit soon. I miss him a lot, but it’s hard to see him the way he is. I don’t want these to be the memories I have of him, you know?”

“Yeah, I completely understand. That’s one of the reasons why my ex-wife and I split up. Every time we looked at each other, all we could think of was what happened. I know it’s not quite the same, but we both just wanted to end it before it got worse.”

“Do you ever miss her?”

“Not as much as I did when we first separated. Then I got really jealous when she told me she met someone new, but I knew it was for the best. I just wanted her to be happy, and I know she wants the same for me.”

“How come you haven’t tried to find something more serious?”

“I don’t know…fear maybe? I’d hate to be that happy again and then have it all ripped away. I’ve never done anything like what I’m doing with you before.”

“Could have fooled me with the way you spoke to me Monday evening.”

“I need some semblance of control, Cora. It feels like you’re the one calling all the shots, and for some things that’s fine, but some of this needs to be on my terms. I did a little research on how all of this works, and…I just need to put my foot down on this, okay?”

“Okay, and I think I’ve done a pretty good job of respecting that.”

“You definitely have! I feel like I know you a lot better now, which makes me feel better. You don’t feel like this complete stranger anymore.”

“I know what you mean. I was definitely putting on a show at first, but that was only because I thought that was the version of me you wanted…the me from my videos and lives.”

“That you is great, don’t get me wrong, but in order for this to work, I just need you to be yourself.”

“I can definitely do that.”

“I really appreciate you making me such a nice dinner tonight. It was a long day, and it was the perfect thing to walk into.”

“Meredith mentioned you and some of the higher-ups were saying some good things about me earlier today.”

“They did, I just agreed. I didn’t want to gush too much. I know it shouldn’t, but us being sneaky sort of just…making this a little more fun, don’t you think?”

“Just a little bit.” She smiles. “I picked up some chocolate covered strawberries for dessert. Want me to get them?”

“Sure, that sounds great.” Harry watches as Cora gets up.

He loosens his tie a little more and relaxes back into the couch. She comes back over with the strawberries, and sits back down next to him. She holds one up to his lips, and he takes a slow bite, looking right into her eyes. He feeds her one next, and she mimics his actions. Harry leans in and kisses her. He pulls her onto his lap so she can straddle him, and her fingers card through his hair. She sucks on his tongue before he pulls away.

“What do you wanna do, Harry?”

“I want us to go change into comfy clothes, and then I want us to snuggle up on this couch so we can watch a movie.”

“Th-that’s all you wanna do tonight?”

“Mhm, I’m pretty tired from work.”

“Can we sleep in tomorrow at least?”

“Sure.” He smiles. “Come on, let’s go change. You can wear that sweatshirt of mine that you like so much.”

Even though this wasn’t the exact night Cora was hoping for, there was still something really romantic about cuddling up with Harry on the couch under a blanket, and watching a rom-com. They continue to sip on wine and eat the strawberries. This time, it’s Cora who falls asleep on the couch. Harry doesn’t have the heart to wake her up, so he carries her up the stairs, and lays her on the bed.

“Harry.” She mumbles.

“Shh, Baby, I’m gonna grab a makeup wipe for you, be right back.”

“No, I need to brush my teeth.”

“Alright.” He picks her back up and brings her to the bathroom. “There we are, do your thing.”

They take turns in the bathroom, and then head to bed. She changes into one of his tee shirts as he strips down to his boxers. He pulls her onto his chest, and strokes her back. He gives the top of her head a few kisses as her breathing evens back out. Harry couldn’t remember the last time he had ever felt so taken care of, and now he was ready to give her what she wanted and return the favor.

[hunter-steve-21-blog]

I swear I was born into the wrong generation. (Or at least the wrong part of the one I was born into)

Kids these days, and teenagers, have no idea what freedom really costs. They have no idea what sacrifices were made by men like my grandfathers, who served in the military during conflicts. Or men (and women. [I'm not sexist]) like my father, who spent countless years running into burning buildings while everyone one else was running away from the flames and smoke.

Or men and women like the bus driver I had in middle School who wore bulletproof vests for most of the day and night over their uniforms as they tried to keep our towns and cities safe.

I may take a lot of things for granted, but you can bet your sorry self that on September 11, 2018 (and every other time I see ANY flag at half-staff, or even just a US holiday,) I will honor that moment of silence, or stand for (and say) the pledge of allegiance, or bow my head when I see the flag being folded and handed to someone's wife. Husband. Father. Mother. Sister. Brother. I'll stand in silence no matter what I'm doing if I hear a fireman's last call. A medic's last call. An officer's last call. Or even a soldier's 21 gun salute. And I'll do that proudly, even if I'm the only one who does. Because that's how I was raised. So if you agree with me, then congrats. But if not, then I politely ask that you at least please reevaluate your priorities. -hs21

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i wonder if dave knows john/rose do this lmfao

but i really do love that holy shit, gotta have some running jokes bc they are all best friends so its inevitable and that makes me hella happy. 

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if there was a compilation of some of the weirdest shit ive ever said on here, the FBI would be on my case immediately

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!!! thank you wtf !!!!

yall are so supportive of me and my art like hOLY SHIT thats not why i made this blog, so i didnt expect to get much love from it!! you guys are just KILLING me!!

i do not unfortunately have any art account! this liveblog is run on kallie’s main since i dont use tumblr and dont have my own personal one agsjsh so she gave me her password and set up my own little sideblog for me to use. which was very sweet of her. so i dont entirely have any other account lmfao! i would, i just dont want to invade kallie’s by having more accounts than she so desires, yknow. i dont like touching her side of this thing because im all bout that #personalspace dawg and also bc she does post homestuck lol. if i did have my own account tho, i would totally consider it :)