He's Not Worth It || Harry Styles AU

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“He’s not worth it.” That’s the lie Maggie’s been telling herself for months. That it wasn’t worth it to even try to get involved with a man like Harry Styles. He was a world traveler, a famous musician. And her? She was just his neighbor. A friend. “He’s not worth it.” She said it so many times to herself, but never once did she believe it.

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22. {Twenty-Two - Mister money-is-infinite Styles}

November 2018

The summer seemed to fly by. Harry was so incredibly busy working on his album that pretty much everything else got put on the back burner – including their house hunt. It was okay with Maggie, though, knowing that the two of them needed the time to really work on their relationship and strengthen it before they really took the plunge and joined households.

Harry’s album was finally done by early fall and ready for release to the world. His fans seemed to be chomping at the bit for it and his upcoming tour – yes, tour – was already pretty much sold out. The thought of that was enough to send Maggie into a spiraling panic attack. He’d be gone for so long. She didn’t want to think about it.

“Babe?” Harry asked as he stood in the doorway of his bathroom watching Maggie wash her face before bed.

“Yeah?” She asked, looking in the mirror at him.

“So, we haven’t really talked about it much since I brought it up…”

“What?” Maggie asked, furrowing her eyebrows in question.

“Us… moving in together…”

Maggie froze for a moment, in fear or shock or something. She’d been avoiding it. It was such a heavy topic. She really didn’t know how to react.

A moment later, she leaned down, rinsing her face.

“Babe?”

“Yeah, Harry. We can talk about it,” she told him, grabbing for a towel to dry her face. Her whole body was tingling with nervousness.

She’d been waiting for it to come up again for months. It still scared the shit out of her to even think about making that kind of huge, giant, enormous step with someone. That’s why she never brought it up over the past couple of months. But of course Harry was not just any someone. He was the man she was in love with. He was her best friend. She was just… scared.

“I mean, only if you want to. You didn’t really seem very open to the idea when I brought it up before. I decided to give you some time to process it… some time for both of us to really think about it and I still think it’s the next logical step in our relationship,” he explained, sounding well-versed, like he really practiced what he was going to say.

“Harry…” Maggie managed to squeak out as she dried her face with a towel.

“Maggie May, I love you. I really love you,” he said as he watched her carefully.

“Harry…” Maggie breathed.

“I want you to be honest with me,” he told her.

“Well, I mean, we’ve only been dating for like, eight months,” Maggie said, trying to think logically even though her brain felt like mush.

“I know,” he said, undeterred.

“We’ve only known each other for a little over a year,” she reminded him.

“I know,” he said with a nod.

“Are you really ready for that?” She asked, watching him carefully.

“I am. I’m more ready now than I was before,” he told her.

Oh my god,” she laughed nervously, turning toward the sink again to wash her hands.

“Are you… do you not… do you not want this?” He stammered, his confidence waning a bit. Maggie grabbed a towel and dried off her hands once she was done.

“I-I… Harry. I’m not sure. I don’t want to hurt your feelings,” she told him, giving him a sympathetic look.

“It’s okay,” he said, hanging his head, looking obviously disappointed.

“But I managed to anyway,” she said quietly, grabbing his hand into her own.

“It’s okay, Maggie. Really,” he said, looking up into her eyes. His mouth told her he was okay, but his eyes told her he was lying.

“Harry… it’s a lot. I mean, we haven’t even really talked through everything. It’s not like we don’t see each other every day and sleep next to one another every night,” she told him.

“That was my next selling point,” he said quietly, looking disappointed.

“Harry… oh, Harry,” Maggie giggled, with a pouty lip. He was so fucking adorable. God.

“I love you. I seriously love you, Harry. You… you have no idea,” she said, smiling widely at him. His sad eyes turned hopeful as a smile formed on his lips too.

“Harry, I’ve loved you from day one. I have been… God. It’s been you. I’ve loved you and I couldn’t stop it,” she told him.

“You have?” He asked, his smile growing larger.

“I have. I couldn’t help it,” she told him truthfully.

“Maggie, I’ve felt the same way – since the moment I saw you,” he said, sounding absolutely sincere.

She looked into his eyes, all doe-eyed. The moment was like magic and she couldn’t help but take a deep intake of breath. It was more than she bargained for, but it was exactly what she dreamt about. She knew they were supposed to be together. She knew they were drawn to one another from the beginning. He was her partner, her friend, her lover.

“Harry…” She breathed.

“I love you so much,” Harry said, grasping her face in his hands.

“I love you,” Maggie gasped before he kissed her hard on the lips.

How was it this perfect with him? How was this happening? She would never understand the complexities of it all.

“I want it, Harry. I want it,” she told him, nodding her head.

“You do?” He asked, his eyes widening.

“I do. I want to live with you,” she told him as tears welled in her eyes.

“You do!?” He asked excitedly.

“I do,” she giggled as tears plopped onto her cheeks.

“Oh my god, Maggie May!” He said excitedly as he kissed her again.

“I liked your original idea of finding a new place to live. Somewhere we can call ours. These condos will forever be ‘his & hers’ not ‘ours’,” she told him.

“Yes,” he said happily.

“And I want another puppy,” she said, smiling widely at him, throwing it out on a whim.

“A new puppy for Hemingway?” He laughed. At the sound of his name Hemingway’s head perked up from his spot on the floor.

“For our family,” she told him.

Oh, God. I love you,” he laughed, kissing her again, causing her to giggle against his lips.

“You hear that, boy? Mama wants to add to the family,” Harry said, leaning down to rub Hemingway’s head playfully.

Maggie’s stomach fluttered happily, watching Harry and Hemmy. They were her everything.

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December 2018

“I like the one with the pool and the basketball court,” Harry said as they sat at his kitchen table going over possible houses to look into.

Maggie rolled her eyes. Mister money-is-infinite Styles.

“I thought we agreed we were going to get something modest,” Maggie reminded him.

“I know,” he said sheepishly. Maggie sighed. Here she was being Miss rain-on-Harry’s-parade Covington.

“I would like a pool though,” she said quietly. Harry perked up with her words.

“There’s this one here,” he said, pulling a piece of paper out of the stack.

“Harry…” She eyed him.

“Maggie…” He eyed her back.

“I like these ones,” he said, laying out his favorites in front of her.

“You are bat-shit crazy,” she said, looking at him as if he was smoking crack.

“What?” He asked, confused.

“Look at the prices. $4.7 mil. $5 million. $5.5 million dollars. No,” she told him.

“Maggie, I am going to invest in a house. I am not going to buy a house that we’re going to grow out of. I want to buy a house that somewhere – down the line – our children have enough room to play and grow up in,” Harry said, catching her extremely off guard.

Her breath caught in her throat. Never, ever did they talk about children or the future – not to that extent anyway. Him mentioning kids made her ovaries lurch – but in a good way. Like they were calling out to him. Her stomach also lurched and she could have thrown up, easily.

“Don’t look so surprised that I want to have babies with you,” Harry said, smirking at her. Maggie’s mind was reeling.

“God, you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Harry laughed.

“I just…” Maggie choked out, unable to come up with something intelligible to say.

“Don’t worry. It won’t be until down the line sometime. Years even,” he said, smirking at her, but she could tell he was uncomfortable with her reaction.

“Harry…” She said. He was taking her speechlessness and awkwardness all wrong, causing him to chuckle uncomfortably.

“It’s whatever, Maggie,” he said, looking down at the papers again, trying to act nonchalant.

“No, Harry… seriously. Just hearing you talk about babies… I don’t know. It left me… speechless,” she told him.

“I could tell,” he laughed awkwardly.

“In a good way,” she told him. He looked up into her eyes as his smile fell, becoming serious in an instant.

“But… I want to finish school. And you… you’re career. We’ve got big dreams,” she told him.

“We do,” he agreed with a nod.

“Let’s just focus on house hunting and maybe getting that new puppy. Then down the road we can talk about babies again,” she told him.

“Sounds like a plan, Mags,” he said, smiling at her again as he leaned in for a kiss. She kissed his lips lightly.

“But I’m serious…” He said, bringing it back to the house hunting.

“About what?” She asked, furrowing her brow.

“I’m not buying some rinky-dink shithole house. I have money. We’re not settling for a house under at least four mil,” he said confidently.

“Well… that didn’t sound pompous or arrogant at all,” she giggled. Harry laughed at her sarcasm.

“I’m serious, Maggie. I don’t care how arrogant it makes me sound. I’ve earned it,” he told her.

“So I’m supposed to sit at home in a multi-million dollar mansion while you’re off gallivanting around the globe on tour?” She chuckled.

“You’ll have Hemmy and the new puppy… or you could come with me,” he said hopefully.

“I have school, Harry,” she reminded him and he frowned. If she was going to become a lawyer, like she always planned, then there was a lot more schooling she needed to do.

“Yeah. But you’ll have Hemmy and the new puppy,” he said again, perking up.

“I would have Hemmy and the new puppy,” she giggled.

“It won’t be so bad,” he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

“Yeah,” she said quietly.

“Well, at least you get to come with me this weekend to New York to see my first ever solo show,” he said, smiling widely at her.

“I’ve never seen you perform before. I’m excited,” she told him, looking up into his beautiful green eyes.

“That’s right. You’re a virgin to my music,” he said, smiling widely at her.

“That’s pretty much all the virgin I am, concerning you,” she quipped, bouncing her eyebrows suggestively.

“Ha-ha-ha,” he said goofily, leaning in to kiss her.

“What do you think the weather’s going to be like in New York?” Maggie called from her closet as Harry sat on her bed flipping through channels on the TV.

“I don’t know. We’re only going to be there for two days. Just bring whatever,” he called out.

“I’ve never been to New York,” she told him as she came out with a handful of clothes for her open suitcase to hold.

Harry had his very first show as a solo artist in two days time and he asked Maggie to go with him. She would be missing a day’s worth of classes, but it was a sacrifice she allowed herself to make.

“It’s pretty unbelievable,” he said, not taking his eyes off the TV screen.

“Are we going to get to see the sights?” She asked.

“I’d like to. Maybe we could go around the city for a bit tomorrow after we get there,” he suggested.

“That would be fun,” she said as she began to neatly fold her clothes into the suitcase.

“Have you packed yet?” She asked.

“Eh. A few things,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Harry, we leave tomorrow morning,” she told him.

“What am I going to need? Some clothes and a toothbrush,” he said, shrugging it off as he laid back on the bed.

“How about your phone charger… or hmm, condoms? You do want to have sex in the Big Apple don’t you?” Maggie asked, raising an eyebrow at him, which earned a devious look from him.

“You dirty girl,” he chuckled.

“Hey, I’ve only ever had sex in California. I was hoping to experiment,” she said, eyeing him – her eyes raking up and down his body as he lay on her bed.

“Did you just eye-fuck me?” He laughed.

“I just eye-fucked the shit out of you,” she told him with a suggestive quirk of her eyebrow.

“Wow. Please do that more often,” he chuckled.

“I do it more than you know,” she told him and he laughed boisterously.

“Damn, girl,” he chuckled.

Maggie smiled to herself as she continued to pack her suitcase.

“Now you’ve got me all hot and bothered,” Harry groaned as he sat up on her bed.

“Too bad we have to pack,” Maggie giggled, looking over at him.

Ooh. Shot down,” he said playfully.

“Sometimes sex isn’t the priority,” she told him.

“Says who?” Harry asked, acting overtly appalled.

“Says me,” she laughed.

“Maggie May! I am so disappointed in you,” Harry laughed.

“Don’t worry. We can have dirty angry make-up sex when I get all jealous of your female fans screaming up at you from the crowd,” she said, smirking at him just before walking into the bathroom to gather some items to pack. He laughed out loud again.

“Are we sleeping at my place tonight?” He called out to her.

“Yes. Seeing as you haven’t packed,” she said, coming out of the bathroom as she raised an eyebrow at him. He gave her a goofy grin in response.

“Procrastinator!” She laughed.

“Like you’re one to talk. You’re just packing now too,” he laughed.

“At least I’m packing,” she retorted.

“Fine. I’ll go pack now,” he said, shutting off the TV with the remote and getting off of her bed, making his way out the door.

A four hour flight in first class felt nothing like a four hour flight in coach. They were practically treated like royalty – which had everything to do with Harry’s status. But it made her feel like she never ever, ever wanted to fly economy class again. That was for damn sure.

They were greeted with swarms of paparazzi at the airport. It was absolute chaos. Maggie and Harry almost got separated twice, until he grabbed hold of her hand with an iron-clad grip, not letting go for anything. Straight from the airport they were escorted to Baccarat Hotel where they had a nice big suite awaiting them. It was near Rockefeller Center and the Radio City Music Hall, which just so happened to be the venue Harry would play at the next day.

“I didn’t realize how cold it would be here,” Maggie said, taking off her coat once they were in their room - a coat that was adequate for a cold day in California, but not for a chilling twenty degree day in New York.

“My little Californian queen,” Harry cooed, rubbing his hands up and down her arms to help warm her.

“I’m not used to winters - real winters anyway,” Maggie giggled, leaning in to kiss him.

“I’ll have to keep you warm then,” Harry said, grabbing her waist, tugging her closer.

Mmm. Sounds amazing,” Maggie hummed, kissing him again.

“So, is there something in particular you wanted to do tonight, since we have time?” Harry asked her as he sat down on the bed, tugging her down with him.

“Um, I don’t know,” she said, smiling bashfully at him.

“I think you do know,” he countered, letting out a laugh. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her smile.

“Have at it,” he said, waving his hand out.

“Um, I was thinking… maybe we could go… I don’t know. There’s a lot I’d like to do,” she told him.

“Okay. Go on then,” Harry prodded, knocking his shoulder gently into hers. She giggled and then just let it all out in a large breath.

“Uh, I’d really like to see Times Square and the Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty. Or like, maybe we could walk through Central Park - or go on a horse drawn carriage. Ooh, do they still have that really cool toy store?” Maggie said quickly, causing Harry to chuckle at her, but she noticed right away that his smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“Or like, can we? I mean, you’re probably going to get mobbed, aren’t you?” She said, pouting her lip.

“Uh, yeah. But I mean, we can… it’s just that… uh...” Harry stammered.

“What?” She asked, feeling like an idiot. They hadn’t really been to a lot of places with each other. Of course it wasn’t going to be as easy with someone as famous as Harry.

“It’s just that, all of those places are in entirely different spots, pretty far away from each other. I know this island may seem small, but trying to get from one place to another and not being able to take the tube is going to prove… difficult,” he said, looking like he felt guilty to be bursting her bubble.

“Oh. Yeah. I get it. That’s fine. I mean, that’s cool. We can come back another time to do this stuff,” she said, trying to be optimistic. Harry paused for a moment, looking into her eyes.

“I want you to pick something to do. Whatever you want, we’ll do it,” Harry told her.

“Well, I mean, anywhere with you, honestly. What do you think we should do?” She said, sending him a small smile.

“Um, well, it’s not the Empire State Building, but we could go up to the top of Rockefeller Center. And if you wanted to, we could drive through Times Square and then find some place to eat,” Harry told her.

“That sounds great,” she told him.

“I’m sorry this trip isn’t going to be what you imagined,” Harry sighed.

“No. What? Harry,” she said, gripping his hand in hers.

“It’s hard for me to do things because, you know, I get recognized,” he said sadly.

“Harry, it’s okay, really. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. This is so amazing. I mean, seriously. I’m sitting in a suite in a five-star freaking hotel in Midtown, Manhattan right now, in a bed made of actual clouds. This is amazing. And I wasn’t joking. It doesn’t matter where we go. As long as I am with you, I’ll be happy,” Maggie assured him.

A half hour later, the two of them were in the back of a black SUV in heavy Manhattan traffic.

“We need to make one pit stop first,” Harry told Maggie as they rode up 5th Avenue.

“Where?” She asked, smiling at him

“To get you a warmer jacket,” he said, tugging on her sleeve.

“What? No. Harry, I’ll be fine,” she said, waving him off.

“Babe, this jacket is not going to keep you warm,” he said, letting out a laugh as the SUV pulled in front of Bergdorf Goodman’s.

“Harry, no. This place is ridiculous. Seriously. Just drop me off at a Target and I’ll grab a jacket there,” she told him.

“Maggie, come on,” Harry said as his bodyguard, Derek, opened their door.

Harry,” she said in a warning tone as he slipped out of the car.

“Come on,” he said, holding his hand out for her.

She reluctantly took his hand and got out of the car, standing next to him as she looked up to see the iconic retail store.

“You know, they shopped here on Gossip Girl,” Maggie told him.

“I’ve never watched it,” Harry said with a light chuckle.

“They were rich as hell. I-I’m not rich as hell, Harry,” she told him as he linked his hand in hers as the two of them walked into the store.

They were greeted right away by a sales associate and Harry informed her they were in need of a women’s winter jacket.

“This place is too expensive,” Maggie whispered to Harry as they followed the associate to the women’s section.

“Don’t look at the price tags then,” Harry said, smiling over at her.

Harry,” she warned, feeling, in a way, like she was in the movie Pretty Woman or something - but she wasn’t a hooker.

A half hour later, Maggie was walking out in a black puffer jacket with the softest fur she’d ever felt lining the outside of the hood - only after protesting the almost eight-hundred dollar price tag, knowing she’d have a tough time paying Harry back.

Once they were back in the car, they ended up driving through Times Square. Maggie was nearly plastered to the window, looking out at all the massive billboards and tourist traps of the 42nd Street mecca. It was pretty impressive. California didn’t have anything like it. Sure, Hollywood Blvd was cool, but it was nothing like Times Square.

“This is amazing,” Maggie said, looking over at Harry who was smiling at her.

“Pull over up here,” Harry told the driver.

“What?” Maggie asked, looking over at him.

Harry didn’t say anything until the SUV pulled to the curb.

“What are you doing?” Maggie asked him as his bodyguard, Derek got out of the vehicle and opened the door for them.

“C’mon,” Harry told her.

“But… we can’t,” she said, looking at him wide-eyed.

“I want you to see it… to really see it.”

“But, what about…”

“Maggie, shh,” Harry said as he got out and turned to help her out.

“Bundle up, love,” he said as he kissed her before she stepped out of the car.

“Oh my god, Harry,” Maggie said lowly as she looked up at all the brilliant lights of the billboards and the stores.

“C’mon,” Harry said, grabbing her hand.

The three of them - Harry, Maggie and Derek - all walked toward the center of Times Square. Maggie’s eyes found the massive ball that was already set up on the roof of its host building for the New Year’s Eve celebration that was in just a few short weeks.

“Wow. This is amazing,” Maggie cooed before looking over at Harry who was already looking at her with a big smile on his face.

“What?”

“You’re proper adorable,” Harry cooed and Maggie couldn’t help but giggle.

The couple was able to walk around for about ten minutes with Derek trailing shortly behind before a group of girls recognized Harry and asked for pictures. After that, Derek insisted it was time to head back to the vehicle before more fans started to congregate.

“Quickly though…” Harry said, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“Smile, love,” Harry said, turning the camera at Maggie, taking a picture of her with the whole of Times Square at her back.

“I want one with you too,” Maggie told him immediately. Harry quickly passed off his phone to Derek, and he took their picture too.

“Thank you,” Maggie whispered to Harry as the two of them headed back to the vehicle.

“Anything for you, love,” Harry said, leaning in to kiss her.

After Times Square, they were taken immediately to Rockefeller Center.

“Oh my god! The tree! I forgot about the tree!” Maggie yelped, looking out the window at the massive hundred foot Christmas tree in Rockefeller Plaza. It was all lit up and magical and breath-taking. It almost made Maggie want to cry.

“New York is literally so amazing,” Maggie cooed.

As the two of them stepped out of the vehicle, Harry quickly took a selfie of the two of them with the tree behind them. A moment later, they were escorted into Rockefeller Center by Derek and a few security guards from the building. It wasn’t long before they were in an elevator on their way up nearly seventy floors to the roof observation deck. It was colder than ever, being that high up. The wind whipped mercilessly against them and Maggie was feeling so entirely grateful to Harry for buying her such a warm winter jacket. Harry held her close as the two of them looked out on the beautiful city of Manhattan as the sun began setting in the sky. It was so surreal and beautiful. It almost brought a tear to her eye.

“New York is breath-taking,” Maggie cooed as she snuggled closely against Harry’s side, his arm tightly wrapped around her.

“It is,” Harry agreed as he admired all the buildings in the city’s skyline.

Maggie giggled when she looked over to see Derek taking pictures of her and Harry.

“Thought you might like a memory of the two of you up here,” Derek said, sending her a smirk.

“Good looking out, mate,” Harry said, leaning over to knock his knuckles into Derek’s.

“Anytime. Now, turn around so I can get a proper one of you two,” Derek said with a laugh, and the two of them turned and smiled for the picture.

They didn’t spend a lot of time up there, only because it was below freezing and Maggie was not used to any temperature below fifty degrees for that long.

Once they were back in the SUV, Harry had the driver turn the temperature all the way up and then pulled Maggie close to him, to help warm her.

“You’re too good to me,” Maggie cooed, leaning in to kiss his lips.

“I love you,” Harry told her matter-of-factly.

“I love you too, baby,” Maggie said, kissing him again.

Harry took Maggie out to dinner at an upscale Michelin rated French seafood restaurant called Le Bernardin. She enjoyed being wined and dined by the man she loved. It made her feel so special.

She was full on expertly crafted food and drunk on expensive wine. Life with Harry was quite grand and absolutely nothing she had ever expected in her wildest dreams.

They were both exhausted from the flight and their excursions around New York, so they called it an early night and went back to their hotel room after dinner.

“I had so much fun today, Harry. Thank you,” Maggie cooed, smiling at him as she got ready for bed.

“It was my pleasure, love. I like taking you places,” he said, smiling over at her as he stood in the bathroom, wearing just a pair of pajama pants, flossing his teeth.

“Damn, you are so sexy when you practice good hygiene,” Maggie giggled, watching him through the mirror as she stood next to him with a make-up remover cloth in her hand, having just cleaned her face.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, love. I’m about to brush my teeth so hard,” he said, disposing of the floss in the trash can.

“Oh my god. Swoon,” Maggie said over-dramatically as she watched him squirt a dollop of toothpaste on his toothbrush. She did the same with hers and they stood in front of the mirror brushing their teeth together.

Harry of course had to get all goofy and start shaking his butt at her as he brushed. Maggie couldn’t stop giggling, which was counterproductive when brushing teeth.

“Back that booty up,” she said through the toothpaste in her mouth as Harry bumped his butt against her.

“Oh my god. You are such a nerd,” she laughed as she spit her mouthful out in the sink, rinsing as she did. Harry came over and did the same in the second sink.

“You think I’m hot,” he said confidently.

“Hot and nerdy,” she laughed. He snorted as he laughed just to show how nerdy he was. Maggie couldn’t stop laughing.

“Jeez, what’s taking you so long to brush your teeth?” Harry laughed as he replaced his toothbrush in its holder.

“Stop making me laugh!” She giggled as she tried to brush. And then he started making faces at her through the mirror to further impede her teeth brushing.

“Harry! Stop!” Maggie laughed as the toothpaste started drooling down her chin.

Gross, Maggie May,” Harry laughed as she spit and rinsed and tried not to choke herself while she laughed.

Mmm. Minty fresh,” Maggie said after she cleaned herself up.

“I want a taste,” Harry said quickly, smirking at her.

“Oh, yeah?” She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Yeah,” he cooed as his hands found the round curve of her bottom.

Maggie kissed him on the lips and then danced her tongue against his.

Mmm. Minty fresh,” he agreed.

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, smiling at him.

Harry pulled her with him out of the bathroom and toward the bed.

“Guess what I brought,” he said, laying her down on the bed.

“What’s that?” She asked, looking up at him.

Condoms,” he said in a sing-song voice as he walked over to his carry-on bag.

“New York sex! Yes!” Maggie giggled as Harry pulled one out.

“Yes!” He agreed as he walked back over to her.

“Yes! Fuck me on this cloud bed!” Maggie gushed playfully, giggling to herself.

“Maggie May! So vulgar,” Harry scolded her with a wide smile on his face.

Make love to me on this cloud bed!” Maggie rephrased, not missing a beat.

Harry chuckled as he tossed the condom on the bed before gripping onto her thighs to open them as he slid his body between her legs and laid down on top of her on the bed. His lips were on hers a moment later, their tongues sliding together smoothly. It didn’t take long to get Maggie in the mood. Not much was needed when she was with Harry. She was so attracted to him, it was a wonder she could contain herself at all.

Their clothing was removed swiftly, and not long after, Harry was pressing inside of her, putting the condom to good use. New York sex was an adventure. But then again, any sex with Harry was always an adventure.

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