Blake’s overnight stay turns into another night, then another, and another. Each day, more of his clothing and personal effects make their way to my house.

And by the end of the first week, his shaving stuff, his favorite body wash and shampoo have joined his toothbrush in my bathroom.

His clothing is hanging in my closet, where I hastily made some space, and filling an old dresser that we brought up from the basement.

And just like that, Blake and I are living under the same roof.

Sharing the house with Mom and Angel is far from ideal, but I hate the thought of Blake sleeping in that damn trailer by himself.

By the end of the second week, Blake and Angel have taken over paying the utilities and the mortgage payment. Mom and I will continue to buy the groceries and incidentals.

It’s a comfortable short-term arrangement for now, taking much of the financial burden off of my mother and me, making it easier for us to concentrate on making plans for the future.

And by the end of the third week, Mom and Angel’s road trip is confirmed. Their route is planned; sights to see and places to visit; hotel rooms booked. Blake helps them get the car serviced and made ready to go.

D-Day for the road trip is two weeks time.

When they get to Angel’s house in Venice, they’ll stay there while they decide on a timeline for putting the house up for sale and returning to Ohio. My mother is providing what Angel needs for family and companionship, which makes selling his LA property low-priority for now.

In the meantime, they take it easy and enjoy getting to know each other.

Blake and I decide to to follow their example and postpone selling his LA home as well. Now, with Mom and Angel going away, Blake and I will have the house to ourselves and a similar opportunity to get to know each other in peace and privacy as well.

With how quickly everything has happened, and how hectic things have been, we both welcome the chance to chill out, relax, and let things take a slower pace.

* * *

It’s the beginning of the fourth week since Blake and Angel moved in with Mom and me.

Blake and I are not keeping our relationship secret at work anymore. Now that we’re aware of Delcroft’s plans for us, there’s no more reason to worry or care what management thinks.

One morning, we decide to walk in the front door holding hands and see if anyone cares.

Flora smirks, rolls her eyes, and says “Please don’t fuck on the lunch room table, mmkay?”

If anyone cares, they’re not showing it. Maybe they’re counting the days until Blake’s contract is up anyway. So I’ve decided to keep my job, collect the pay and benefits. We’ll both do our jobs and behave as though we’re oblivious to their scheme.

For his part, Blake thought that having the financial burden of the house eased from my shoulders would make me change my mind about quitting Delcroft with him.

But it didn’t. And Blake isn’t too happy about that.

His wishes matter to me, but all things considered, I just don’t want to quit my job right now. I’m really getting the hang of it, becoming more competent by the day. My probationary period is over, I’ve got benefits now and I’m making contacts and gaining valuable knowledge and experience.

Blake and I had dinner with Nick and Amanda last week. They anticipate having employment at Bennett Contracting for both of us in the future, if we so desire. But until they’re ready to hire, I don’t see why I should walk away from my job while it’s still a good paycheck and learning opportunity.

Unable to convince me to leave Delcroft, Blake reluctantly decided to stay on as well, and continue to collect the contract money.

He says it’s because he likes that we get to spend our work days together; he just wants to be with me as much as possible.

And, I know he means it and I believe him…but.

I know there’s more to it than he’s saying. I think he’s still protecting me. I think this is his way of making sure he has my back.

He doesn’t like what’s going on at Delcroft and isn’t sure whether it may even be dangerous. So even though he’s doing his best to take my needs into account, he’s going to do it his way.

As pushy and stubborn as he is sometimes, I’m starting to have trust and faith in his way.

It’s really not so bad.

* * *

Friday morning at dawn, six weeks after the Cameron men moved in with us Gordon women, Mom and Angel leave for their road trip adventure to the West coast. Blake and I see them off and then enjoy a leisurely breakfast before heading off to work.

We’ll miss them, but, at the same time, we are so looking forward to having the house to ourselves!

The day’s a quiet workday, a much-appreciated wind down from the craziness of the last few weeks.

At lunchtime, Flora volunteers to go out and get lunch for the three of us, bringing it back to eat with us in my office.

“So how’s things going on the sites lately?” she asks, munching on a french fry. “Any more counterfeit hooks showing up?”

“Now…just how the hell do you know about that, Flora?” Blake says, eyes intense.

“Don’t look at me!” I say, holding my hands up.

“I heard it on the grapevine,” Flora says. “Bad ju-ju, fake hooks! Someone could get killed.”

“That’s right,” Blake says. “But no, I haven’t seen or heard about any fake stuff for a while now.”

“Maybe it’s the calm before the storm,” I say. “And we’ll start seeing increased activity again.”

“Who knows, maybe,” Blake agrees.

“Or maybe some scumbags have gone into hiding, trying to escape their fate.” Flora says, cheerfully.

“And why would you say that?” Blake says

“Oh, no reason. Just a guess,” Flora says. “I just mean, maybe the people moving the counterfeit goods are laying low. Maybe there’s some…what do they call it in the movies…heat! Yeah, maybe there’s heat, from, like, the Feds. Or something. And they’re, you know…laying low.” She smiles and stuffs her face with another handful of fries.

Blake grins, shaking his head.

She blinks at him. “What? I watch cop movies, you know. Plus, I’m the receptionist, Blake. I know everything that happens around here. I got my ear to the ground.” She grins.

“You mean, you’re nosy as hell?” Blake says, his rudeness belied by a grin of his own.

“That, too,” Flora laughs.

“Well, let’s enjoy the lull while we can. They won’t leave all that nice, illicit money on the table for long.” I say, sipping my coffee. “Even if they are laying low, they’ll be back. Or, someone else will come along to take their place.”

“True,” Flora says, sighing. “I guess I just like to think that sometimes, justice can get done. I dunno.”

“You’re such a dreamer,” I tease her. “Justice in this world seems like a pipe dream anymore.”

“Well, maybe…but your dream came true,” she says, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You and Blake are together. Just like I always said! So, don’t gimme this “pipe dream” stuff. Maybe the FBI or um, somebody…is on the case as we speak.”

Blake laughs. “Maybe,” he says. “But I had a hard time even getting labor officials interested in listening to me about this…and that’s their job. So I’m not holding my breath that the Feds give much of a shit.”

Flora regards him soberly. “Well, one can always hope. Anyhow, so, tell me the truth…have you guys ever had sex in here or what?”

“Flora!” I admonish her while Blake guffaws. “What the hell?”

“What? Don’t tell me you never fantasize about it? Come on, having sex in the office is a common fantasy!” She stops, suddenly narrowing her eyes at me. “Hey! You’re blushing, Jennifer! Oh my God! Don’t tell me you actually….eww! Icky! Yucky!” She pushes her chair back and stands up. “Aww, man! I was only kidding!” She’s spazzing out, hands wringing, laughing and squirming. “Eww eww eww, where did you do it, right here on this desk where we’re eating?”

“No, no, Flora…Jesus Christ…” I look over at Blake and damned if he isn’t blushing too!

Blake Cameron, blushing! It’s too much. I dissolve into laughter.

Naturally, Flora goes to town with it now, hooting with laughter, calling our relationship “older-man, younger-woman, sizzling, taboo monkey-love” and teasing us until we good-naturedly kick her out of my office.

* * *

Later that night. Much later.

The house is quiet. Blake and I are laying in bed, dozing, some show or other playing on Netflix in the background.

We’re both tired. Blake went to the gym after work, and I followed a home work-out program that Blake recommended. It’s a tough but satisfying work-out, one that I plan to follow…more or less.

But my man doesn’t like stick-thin women, thank God!

When Blake got home, we showered, then ate, and then collapsed on my bed in our bathrobes.

I’m snuggled into his chest, one of his arms around me, his soft, regular breathing lulling me into a light doze.

He stirs, and I find myself being laid down on my back. I open my eyes to see him smiling down at me. One of his hands opens my bathrobe and cups a breast.

His lips take my nipple between them and with a flick of the tongue and a few nibbles, my flesh hardens in his mouth; the sensation traveling to my pussy, which twitches and moistens in response.

He pushes my bathrobe all the way open and uses his fingers on the other nipple, making that one harden and stand at attention as well.

He mouths and plays with both of my breasts until I can barely take it anymore. I reach down and grasp his cock, squeezing it firmly, finding it hot and hard and dripping with precum.

“Oh fuck,” he hisses, his hips pumping a little. “That feels awesome. But first… I want my dessert,” he says, and in one swift movement, he takes both my wrists in one hand and holds them above my head.

He kisses my mouth urgently, passionately, one hand smoothing the curves of my breasts, my waist, and going around to my ass, squeezing and caressing and making me feel all relaxed and soft and very, very horny.

That’s when he begins kissing his way down my body.

When he gets to my hips, he pushes my legs apart with his knees. He grabs a pillow in each hand and gestures with his head for me to lift my butt. I do so, and he slides the two pillow under it, making sure I’m nice and comfy.

“Yeah, show me that tender, delicious pussy of yours, baby,” he says, his eyes devouring my naked flesh, spread out before him, his voice deep with desire.

He lowers his head and goes straight for my…inner thighs, making me groan and writhe, and laugh with frustration.

He takes tiny bites all the way up one thigh, blows some hot breath on my pussy as he goes past it, and then licks and kisses all the way down my other thigh.

“Mmmm,” I moan, and wriggle my hips, pushing my pussy towards his mouth.

A few more minutes of teasing and he has me begging.

“Oh yeah, look how wet you are,” he murmurs, running one of his fingers between my labia. My juices make tiny noises as he inserts his middle finger and then turns it slowly, moving it back and forth, finding that hot G-spot of pleasure.

“Ahhh, oh my gosh,” I say, my eyes closing and my head beginning to turn from side to side.

It feels so incredibly good!

“Look how hard your clit is,” he whispers, and, his finger still buried inside me, he lowers his head and flicks my nub with his tongue.

The pleasure is electric, making my hips jump.

I remember that we’re alone in the house, and let myself moan, as loudly and as freely as I want.

“Oh yeah Jenny girl….raise the roof! It’s just you and me now, baby.”

He goes back to snacking on my dripping pussy, taking his finger out of me, licking it dry, and then tongue-fucking me until my juices run down my ass, making my hands scrabble at the sheets, making me moan and pump my pelvis in time with his lashing tongue.

Inserting his finger again, he takes my clit between his lips and slurps it into his mouth, sucking and flicking, his finger pressing and circling my G-spot on the inside.

The first tight, hard pulse of impending orgasm blossoms, making my walls contract around his finger, then loosen again….then his flicking tongue strokes a golden streak of pleasure across my clit as his finger does the same on the inside.

“Oh yeah,” I pant, “oh god…oh yeah…yeah, I’m gonna come, babe…ahhh….ahhh! I’m coming!” My hips are pumping, and his tongue and finger maintain what they’re doing, they keep their rhythmic motions going perfectly. My hands cover my face as I come, my hips writhing like mad.

Quickly now, moving fast, he positions himself on his knees and thrusts his cock deep inside my pulsating tunnel.

“Fuck Jenny, you feel so fucking good in there!” he groans, and he pushes himself into me as far as he can go. His bottom lip grabs his teeth as he tries to hold off, his sculpted hips pumping his swollen cock inside me, first, hard and fast and straight on, and then, side to side, grinding me with pleasure.

The contractions, instead of dying away, build up again, in my clit and in my tunnel both, building so quickly and intensely, they take me by surprise.

And ohhhh….god…. oh….shit….…ohhhh I’m coming again, and I look at him and I see that he’s coming too, his eye squeezed shut, his teeth gritting with effort, his strong, muscled arms holding me by my legs, holding me up and in place so he can drive his cock into me…so fucking hot and sexy!

The last thing I see before I come for a second time, all over his thick, meaty dick, is his sexy face, grimacing in orgasm, as spurt after spurt of his pleasure spends itself inside me.