Not Yet Yours

Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

Liam

H arriet and I have been doing the fuck buddies thing for a couple of weeks now. It’s been by far the best couple of weeks of my life. I love spending time with Harriet both in and out of the bedroom and the only thing that could make it even better is if she’d just agree to be mine completely. I won’t rush her though. I will wait as long as it takes for her to feel ready to be in a relationship with me, and if she never feels ready, well then, I guess I will just have to make do with being friends with benefits with her forever.

I know there’s something holding Harriet back from committing to us being something more and it’s not just that she doesn’t want to be in a relationship with me because if I thought it was that, then I would back off completely and stop making a fool of myself.

Over the time that Harriet and I have had our arrangement in place, I have found out that her favorite flower is the white lily. On the day I found out, I sent her enough bunches of them to have three or four on display in each room. I’ve bought her a purse and several pairs of shoes from her favorite designers (thank you Max for choosing the pieces to make sure Harriet would like them), and I found out she loves the chocolate from the chocolate shop in the mall where her studio is, and I bought their entire stock and had it sent to Harriet’s house.

Every time I make one of these grand gestures, Harriet insists that I stop, reminding me that she’s not my girlfriend, and every time she does that, I smile and tell her she’s my friend and I like to spoil all my friends. She accepts this and I know deep down she doesn’t really believe it to be true, and the fact she doesn’t put her foot down about the gifts is what makes me think that there’s at least a part of her that wants more for us, and if I’m wrong, well it’s only money and not to be crass but I have plenty of that.

Today is my biggest surprise yet for Harriet. All she knows is we will be away overnight, and she needs a passport. I’m taking her to what I hope is going to be my newest hotel. It’s in Mexico and it’s on the market for a reasonable price. I have had my team check it all out, now I just want to take a look at it myself before I put in an offer on it. I think Harriet will enjoy being involved in that and I also have another surprise for her while we are there, another one that I think she will love.

I have gone all out on the trip and I’m not driving to the airport, I’m having us picked up in a chauffeur-driven limousine which is here now. I grab my suitcase and my laptop bag and check that I have my wallet and my keys. I do and I leave my apartment and go down to the waiting limo. My driver takes my bags and puts them in the trunk, and I get in the car and give the driver Harriet’s address.

As we drive to her place, I spend some time answering emails on my cell phone. After all, this is partially a business trip, I don’t want to be working the whole time because I want to be able to spend some quality time with Harriet so the more bits I can get out of the way before she’s here, the better it will be for me.

We reach Harriet’s house and I get out of the car ready to go and knock on her door, but she has obviously seen the limo appearing and she’s already on her way out of the house. She’s carrying her overnight bag and her purse and she’s grinning from ear to ear. She nods toward the limo as she comes toward me.

“Oh my God, what’s with all this?” she says.

“Ah, it’s nice to travel in style sometimes,” I say.

The driver has gotten out of the limo, and he goes and takes Harriet’s bag as I greet her with a kiss on the cheek. He opens the door for us, and Harriet gets in and slides across and I get in behind her. The driver closes the door and puts Harriet’s bag in the trunk and then he comes back around the car and gets back into the driver’s seat. The dividing window comes down.

“Straight to the airport now, Sir?” my driver says, catching my eye through the rearview mirror.

“Yes please,” I say.

He nods an acknowledgment and then he puts the dividing window back up and starts the engine. I smile at Harriet’s face, lit up with excitement.

“I’ve never been in a limo before,” she says. “It’s so cool. It makes me want to do that thing they always do in the movies where they stand up and put their heads out of the sunroof.”

“Let’s do it,” I say, grinning at Harriet.

“Are you serious?” she says, and I nod and she smiles even wider.

I get up off the seat, bend not quite double, and move to open the sunroof and then I turn back and offer Harriet my hand. She takes it and I keep her steady as she gets up and comes to join me and we both straighten up and stand with our top halves out of the window. A few people wave as we pass them and Harriet eagerly waves back, laughing with delight.

“This is so amazing,” she shrieks.

We stop at a set of traffic lights and Harriet half falls against me. I catch her and I don’t take my arms from around her waist. I’m instantly conscious of how close her body is to mine, and it seems she feels the same because she looks up at me and her giddy expression is gone, replaced by a lustful expression that almost makes me hard on the spot. I lean in and kiss Harriet and she kisses me back, her hands on the tops of my arms. She pulls back before I’m ready for the kiss to end.

“Let’s go back inside,” she says in a breathy voice.

She ducks back in, and I follow her, shutting the sunroof and sitting back down beside her. I thought she had wanted to come back inside because she didn’t want us kissing and she didn’t want to say that, but it turns out I couldn’t be further from the truth. As soon as I sit down beside her, she is on me, straddling me and perching on my lap, her arms around my shoulders and her mouth once more finding mine.

She’s wearing a red and white polka dot patterned A-line skirt which I’m appreciative of because aside from showing off her tanned legs, it gives me much easier access to her pussy. As I kiss her, I push my hand underneath her skirt and run it up her thigh and then over her ass cheek. I move it to the front of her body and push the crotch of her panties to one side and work her clit with my fingers. She moans into my mouth, and she keeps kissing me, her hands cupping my face now.

I know we’re not far from the airport and I up the pace of my fingers on Harriet’s clit, massaging it side to side and back to front. She moans again and then I take my mouth from hers and kiss her neck as I bring her closer and closer to orgasm. I don’t tease her. I just keep working her until I hear her moan again, louder this time, and I feel the slick wetness of her orgasm coming from her. She puts her hands on my shoulders and throws her head back as she comes, moaning my name. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I slip my fingers out of her panties and hold her hips until her orgasm fades, and she relaxes into me.

I wrap my arms around her waist and then I kiss her again, but a quick kiss this time.

“We’re almost there,” I say.

Harriet reaches down and goes under her skirt, and I assume she’s putting her panties right. She unhooks her leg from across me and sits back down next to me. She peers out of the window and frowns as my driver pulls off the main road and begins driving down a secondary road.

“I thought you said we’re almost there,” she says. “Liam, we're nowhere near the airport.”

“We’re nowhere near the main airport,” I correct her. “But my private plane is here at this airport.”

“Your… oh my God, you have your own plane?” Harriet says.

“Sure,” I say. “I fly a lot for business and the waiting around in airports and for flight delays and all of that, it wastes a lot of time, and it costs me too much money.”