My body is rock hard, every muscle aching to touch Naomi. When she tells me to wait, it takes everything in me to stop, and I stare down at her, counting to ten. She’s wearing a pale blue dress and another pair of boots, and she looks good enough to eat.

“Health code violation.”

A wicked grin stretches across my face. “Ever practical. Where to?”

“My office. Through that door and to the left.”

“Great,” I say.

I’m not wasting time with words. I pull her to me again and crush her against my body. My hands grip her ass. I press her mound against my cock. I lift her up and down along it, her heat sinking through the fabric of our clothing. I’m making her forget all about health code violations, and I’m glad.

Still, I’m a stickler for following the rules.

I bend down and scoop her up into my arms. Before she can react, I kiss her again. I bite and suck on her lips as I walk, and I crack open an eye enough to get us to her office. The door is open, and I step inside. Once we’re in, I slam it behind us, and we are draped in darkness.

I let her feet drop to the floor and maintain my hold. In the dark, my senses are heightened, and this time I’ll do things my way. Tonight, she won’t get to see anything. She will only feel.

“Take off your dress,” I say. My hands drift to her ass again and I scrunch the fabric into my fists as I help pull it up. She lifts her hands, and I take control as I pull it off and toss it to the floor. My fingertips explore her, landing on a lacy bra. I’m regretting my decision to keep the lights off. I wonder what color her underwear is. I want to see her.

All of her.

“Turn on the light,” I say.

She steps away in the dark, and a lamp clicks on in the corner and bathes the room in warm, amber light. Naomi’s skin glimmers as she walks back to me. Her bra is bright red, and she’s wearing a thong to match.

Good decision by me.

“Good. Now slowly take the rest of it off while I watch.”

Her eyes stay on me as her hands drift to the back of her bra. With a snap, her breasts bounce free. Her nipples are hard and small, perfect little pebbles. Next, she turns and bends to remove her boots.

“No. Leave those on,” I say, and she glances back at me with a sexy little grin. Then she bends over, her ass on full display as she slides her thong off, and her glistening pussy beckons.

My dick grows another inch, pressing against the seam of my jeans. She moves to stand up, and I put a hand on her ass.

“No. Stay like that. Elbows on the desk.”

She obeys me, and I unzip my jeans and drop them, my cock springing free. I rub it as I approach her, still bent over, waiting for me. I slap her ass once, and she gasps.

“Stay perfectly still,” I say, and I grin.

I’m going to make her be anything but still.

I slide the tip of my dick along her slit, and she jumps at the contact, then moans. I run it along her, slickening it. I slide in and pull back out.

“You want it? You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she moans, and she arches toward me. I have her dripping wet, but I’m not slick enough yet.

“Good. Now turn around and suck my cock.”

She drops to her knees and turns to face me, looking up at me as her palms cradle my dick. She runs a nail along the tip, and it jumps even higher.

“Suck. Nice and hard.”

She releases my gaze and works on my dick, running her tongue along its length before sucking on the end, the slurping sound music to my ears. Her other hand reaches up and tickles my balls.

“Yes, lick them, too,” I command. She sinks lower, and her tongue laps all along my balls and shaft. My legs are shaking a little, but I hold my stance.

“Now take all of it in your mouth. Let me fuck it.”

Her perfect little mouth shoots up the length of me—pure, wet heat. I’m surprised that she can fit almost all of me in there, the back of her throat opening to me as I thrust, her tongue licking my dick. I pull out of her mouth and step back.

“Bend over the desk again.”

The eager look in her eyes tells me that she likes this. She likes being told what to do. She bends back over, and I grab a fistful of her hair and spread her ass cheeks. Her pussy gapes before me, ready to be fucked. My cock slides in easily, and I tug her hair with one hand as I grip her ass with the other.

“Ah, yes. That’s good. Tell me how this feels,” I say.

“It feels fucking amazing. Harder, please.”

I do as she wishes, increasing the pace and strength of my thrusts. She arches her back to take more of me inside her, and her slick walls bend and spread to accept my dick. She whimpers, and it’s not enough.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Naomi. Moan as loud as you want.”

I’ve given her permission to be free, and she doesn’t hold back. She moans like a porn star, gasping and crying out as she spreads her palms across the desk. Her head is arched back as I maintain my hold on her hair. I move my hand from her ass cheek and lean over her until I can reach her clit. When I do, she screams.

“Yes! Fucking yes!”

I take that note and slap her clit in rhythm with my pumping.

“I want you to come for me, then I want you to finish me off with your mouth.”

She doesn’t reply because I’m stimulating her beyond words. She’s panting and arching back into me, pushing back against my dick to meet me with every thrust. After a few more slaps on her pussy, her legs shake, and her cunt pulses around me as she screams my name.

I fuck her until the pulsing stops, releasing her clit as I pull out and step back. She’s on her knees again, and even in the muted light I can see our combined juices sliding down her thigh. She grips my dick in her hand and strokes it, the lubrication from her pussy slick and warm. Her mouth crashes over me then, and I lean back against a wall as she bobs up and down. I grab another fistful of her hair and guide her as I fuck her mouth.

“Lick it,” I say, and her tongue springs into action. It flicks against my tip as she plunges my dick in and out of her mouth, sucking off her own cum.

“Fuck!” I scream as I unload into her mouth. She swallows with my dick still in her mouth, my cum sliding down her throat as I pull out of her. I slide my back along the wall, and I pull her into my arms, cradling her close to me. My heart is pounding in my chest, and hers is racing just as fast.

We lay on her floor, my pants at my ankles, her completely naked, fighting to regain some level of control. My whole body is relaxed. I can’t honestly remember the last time that happened. Our breathing slows. Fuck, I hope she doesn’t go stiff and kick me out like last time. Her body is supple and warm.

There’s no tension. She inhales.

“That was fucking awesome,” she says, and I laugh.

“Agreed.”

I glance down at her and grin. My eyes wander from her face and down her body. Her breasts are round and plump, her pussy sporting a clean little landing strip. Just looking at her has me hot again. My dick stirs, but it won’t get hard so soon after. It doesn’t stop my craving.

“One more thing,” I say. I stand with her in my arms, and I set her bare ass on her desk, spreading her legs.

“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t clean up my messes?” I ask. I slide my finger along her slit and she gasps again. This time, I’m on my knees. I spread her wider. I take my index fingers and spread her as far open as I can, then I plunge my tongue inside. I lap upward, licking as far up her box as I can, and then I slide out and flick my tongue along her clit.

She’s moaning again, but I’m too distracted. I want to taste her. I want to fall asleep tonight with her pussy on my lips and her cum on my dick. I go back to fucking her with my tongue as my finger circles her bean, keeping her pussy spread wide with my fingers as I do. Even this soon after an orgasm, my cock grows hard, and I can’t help myself.

I stand and slide my dick inside. I continue to circle her sensitive little nub as I fuck her, nice and slow this time. I draw it out, because we’re both sensitive, so it won’t take us long.

It doesn’t. Within minutes, Naomi is screaming again.

“Fuck me, Ben. Fuck me!”

I pick up the pace and another orgasm rocks her body, the clenched muscles spurring my own climax. I pull out of her and grab her again, holding her close.

“There. Now we’re good.”

“You have high standards,” she pants.

I wipe a bead of sweat from her brow and bend down to pick up her discarded underwear. I hand them to her with a smile. “Always have, always will.”

We dress then, fully sated. Naomi turns out the light and leads the way out, and I close the door behind us.

“You should stop by more often,” she says. It’s an open invitation, and I’m glad for it. I like Naomi. More than I should, probably. With a sharp wit and a body like that, how can I not?

“Always willing to serve,” I reply, and she laughs.

“You provide exceptional service, that’s for sure.”

“Happy for the good review. Don’t forget to leave one online, too.”

“Ha,” she replies. She pulls out a set of keys and locks the front door. She turns back and gestures down a back hallway.

“This is the way I leave. Closer to my front door.”

“I’m happy to walk you home,” I say, and her smile warms my heart.

Are those butterflies? Seriously?

I clear my throat and keep walking. I want to ignore these sensations. They don’t lead anywhere good.

The cool air clears my head as we step outside, and I walk her the few short steps to her door.

“Well, thanks for dinner,” I say, and she laughs again.

“Not much of one. Next time, I’ll cook you something proper.”

“I thought the meal was exceptional,” I say, and my meaning is clear. Even in the dark, I see her blush. I capture her chin between my index finger and thumb and meet her eyes.

“Thanks for that,” I mumble. I press my lips to hers. She meets me with gusto, and I wonder if I have another round in me. I shouldn’t, though. Maybe another time.

“Goodnight,” I say.

“Goodnight, Ben.”

I watch her walk inside, and I wait for the lock to click before I head back to my car.

I remember thinking that getting involved with Naomi would get me into trouble. Now, I know for sure that is absolutely true.