“That’s gotta be some kind of record or something,” I say after our last round of sex.

“What’s that?” he mumbles, his face buried in the comforter after we used the last condom in his drawer.

I turn to lay my chest on his back. God, he smells good even though we’ve been at it for hours. Even the smell of his sweat turns me on. What the hell is up with that? Boys are usually so stinky, but he’s all man. “I said that has to be a record.”

His face turns toward me, away from the blanket. “Yeah, we may have sprained my dick. Like seriously, I can’t feel it. My balls ache something fierce. Shit.” He turns over. As he does, I am rolled over. I’m stretched across his stomach with my butt in the air. “Mmmm. Now this is more like it.” He smacks my butt twice and then rubs my cheeks. I turn and look at his cock and sure enough, he’s hard again.

“Umm, yeah. I don’t think it’s sprained.” Pushing off him, I collapse on to my side of the bed. My side of the bed? What am I thinking? I don’t have a side.

“I need food. Then we can talk about my dick some more and we can try that cowgirl position on my couch, because that shit was hot. I’d also like to try fucking you while we play video games. I think it will give me an advantage.”

I pinch his nipple. “Ouch! What?” He grabs my hand.

I really don’t know what we are doing anymore. Are we dating? Is this some fucked-up colleagues with benefits? What about my apartment? I take a deep breath and exhale.

“I hate to bring this up, but what are we doing?” I know I sound like such a girl right now . . . and you know what, maybe that’s okay. We need to figure out what we are doing here. I don’t know what the rules are, or if they are any. It’s confusing. We had amazing sex last night and then he seemed to get pissed that I was leaving. Then he was an asshole again. But when I needed him most, Dylan was there and he helped me forget . . . a lot. Like I really lost count of how many orgasms I had after ten. It was crazy. We fucked against his door, the kitchen table, kitchen counter, the fridge. That one was pretty cold but it came in handy when he wanted whipped cream. We finally moved to his bedroom, the shower, then the bed. All over the bed actually. We ended up on the floor. The sheets pulled off and everything.

It was like we were trying to get inside each other’s bodies. It was wild and primal and necessary. Our bodies had to have the other. I couldn’t stop coming and he couldn’t stop fucking and it was the best sex I’ve ever had. Now I’m sitting here wondering what this all means. I mean I’d love to continue like this, but I know it’s not feasible. We do have to be in a work environment together and I need to do something about my apartment. I can’t stay here.

“Ugh, does this have to have a label, Andy?” Dylan sighs and drapes his arm over his face to try and block me out.

I sit up a little annoyed, but not surprised by his reaction. “I don’t have to have a label. I just need to know what the rules are or parameters.”

“Surprisingly, when you talk like that it makes me hard again. Do you have reading glasses? I would love to fuck you as a librarian. You can talk about parameters while I pound you from behind. Here roll over.”

He makes a grab at me, but I quickly jump up. Of course, I’m naked and all that does is make him stare at my breasts.

“Ugh! No.”

“No, you don’t have glasses? Well that’s a shame. Here come jump on my stick anyway,” he says while stroking himself.

I have my hands on my hips now. I’m trying not to be turned on by him touching himself in front of me. It’s not really working. Dylan can turn me on with just a look.

“No, I mean no we need to talk about this.”

“Ugh.” Dylan sadly stops his ministrations and falls back on the bed. “Okay, fine. We have a good working relationship. I would like to keep that as is. After hours though we can fuck like bunnies. I’m looking forward to fucking you into a gaming handicap.”

“I can’t stay here though, Dylan. I need to go back to my place. I’m here too much. I’m sure I’ll suffocate you.” I sit down beside him on the bed.

“I liked it when you suffocated me last night with your pussy. That was fantastic.” I slug him in the side. “Ouch. Okay, fine. We’ll call the police department and see if they have any new information. We’ll get you a new lock for your front door. I think we should also buy you some pepper spray just in case.”

I’m stunned. He used the word “we” three times. I don’t really want to point that out and scare him off, but this is sounding more and more like a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. Would I want to be Dylan’s girlfriend? That’s just weird. I’ll leave it at that, but that has to be one of the sweetest things any guy has said to me. On that note, I change tactics and decide to get my hands dirty.

“What are you . . . ? Oh, fuck. Yeah, sweetie just like that. Mmmm, you can’t get enough of this cock, can you? I love your mouth.”

With that, I show him how much I appreciate him.

We contact the police department and find out that there has been a string of burglaries in my area. More specifically, in my building. Dylan doesn’t like that news. He convinces me to stay with him by using his tongue. He says I can wake up every morning to him “going downtown.” Needless to say, I relent.

We got a new lock on my door anyway and cleaned up my apartment. Well, I cleaned up my apartment while Dylan counted all the pink items in my place. I grabbed some clothes and toiletries and semi moved in with Dylan. The whole scenario is so bizarre. Dylan used to hate being around me and now I’m living with him, not to mention working with him during the week as well.

It’s been two weeks and everything is going smoothly. Weirdly enough, he’s really fun to live with. I didn’t realize how alone I felt until I moved in with him. There’s always someone to lend a hand or get feedback on an outfit. It’s quite nice. I’ve never lived with a guy. I thought it would be horrible.

I can’t say that we have stuck to his rules about keeping our work relationship the same. Sometimes he will get off a heated call and stalk over to me. Bend me over my desk and fuck me until everything is off my desk and on the floor. He just calls it an occupational hazard.

This new Dylan is driving me wild. And he’s been really sweet. I feel like he really cares about me and wants to make sure I’m taken care of. Birdie’s in heaven. She loves Dylan and his loft. He’s always giving her cuddles and a new toy. He doesn’t think I notice, but her bed is full of toys I never purchased.

Whenever we fight over something it always ends in sex. In my past relationships, it was never like this. If I had an argument with someone, we would hash it out and come to a resolution or not and then be done with it, usually with me still being pissed. It’s difficult to be mad at Dylan when he makes me speechless by lifting up my skirt and kissing my who-ha.

God, he’s insatiable. He says I am, but he’s ready to go all the time. I’ve never had this much sex in my life. Not even that one summer when I was going through some changes and my hormones were off the charts. I masturbated a crap load then.

Birdie rubs against my leg as I shut down my computer for the day. Dylan is already playing video games. Our numbers have been really good. It seems this transition has been a smooth one. It’s still hard to believe I work for him. He’s a good boss; fair and precise. He knows what he wants and he knows how to get it too. I really do admire the way he’s on the phone with people.

We’ve looked into a couple of different locations for offices. I’ve even contacted Cindy to come work for us. I’ve kept in touch with her since our jobs terminated. She didn’t seem surprised that Dylan and I work so well together. She’s a dear friend and I’m really looking forward to working with her again when we decide on a new location.

“Sniper,” I call out to him. A second later he gets shot in the head and his avatar dies.

Dylan turns his head and he has a smirk on his face. I smile back. “Why don’t you show me how it’s done, Andy?”

“Okay.” I’m always up for gaming. I haven’t in a while since we’ve been humping like rabbits. I kneel down next to him behind the coffee table. He hands over the controller. I immediately start picking up guns and going to my hideout location. This map is a sniper’s playground. I’m not going to give them an advantage if I can help it. I subconsciously notice that Dylan has moved from his spot. I feel his hands at my waist. I look back at him since he’s behind me.

“I’m your handicap, babe. It’s not fair to the other players. I’m evening the field. Now lean over the coffee table and spread your legs.” I hear my player die but do as Dylan says. My core is already aching for him. I’ll play along, but I won’t promise that I’ll be invested in this game. When he touches me, everything else goes to the background. “That’s my girl. Now I’m just going to push these sweet pink panties aside and . . .” He rubs his dick against my folds. I moan. He notices I’m already wet and pushes inside me. I gasp. “Play, princess,” he mumbles as he nibbles around my ear. I pick up the controller from where I’ve dropped it on the table and start to shoot at some of the other players.

He thrusts into me quickly and I drop the controller again. He makes a “tsk, tsk” sound and I try and get my head back in the game. I’m not going to let him get to me. Then he starts to rub my clit. “Ohmygod.” It feels amazing and it’s taking everything in me to concentrate on this stupid game. I’m so glad I don’t have a headset and mic on right now. The other players would definitely know what’s going on.

Luckily, I find a rocket launcher and go to town on the other team. That’s when Dylan starts thrusting with earnest. I’m breathing heavy. The controller vibrates in my hands and notice I’m being shot at. I pull the trigger and take the guy out. It’s the last kill and the one to win it. I drop the controller and grind my hips back into him.

“Dylan.” His hands are braced against the table on both sides of me. I’m caged in and loving his body over me. I twist my head to kiss him. Our tongues mingle and I’m getting more and more wet. He’s going too slow for me and I’m getting antsy. I move away from him. His face is confused, until I push him down on the floor. I sit astride him and slide down his hard cock.

“Fuck, Andy. Yes, ride my dick.” He pushes my shirt up and pulls my bra cups down. My breasts are exposed as he fondles them. I lean down over him so he can put one in his mouth. He complies and I start to feel the pull of my orgasm. “Mmmm, baby. I can feel you’re about to come.”

I go up in flames and make sounds I didn’t even know I could as I ride him to pure ecstasy. He gets me every time he talks dirty to me. I love it. I’ll have dreams about his dirty mouth and then wake him up to have sex. He smacks my ass and starts a punishing rhythm from below. I’ve collapsed on his chest, a heady mess. Dylan is the only man who I want inside me all the time. None of my other lovers can even compare to the type of sexual connection we have.

“Fuck, baby. I can feel your juices running down my balls. God, you’re so fucking hot.” He grunts a few times and clenches his eyes shut. I always try and watch him when he comes. It almost makes me come again. “Holy shit, holy shit. Fuck.” I’m braced above him now, just watching his face and trying to move with him. He stills and his entire body quivers. “Holy fuck, Andy. I just double orgasmed. Can you believe that shit? Holy crap. I’ve never done that before. Shit. We need to do that again.” I smile and collapse on top of him. I’ve heard stories of guys being able to come more than once, but I didn’t think they were true. He rubs my back and kisses my hair. I still won that game. Two points for Team Pink!