When she orgasms, I can’t hold back and not fuck her again. Her ass is in the air, her pussy lips are glistening and swollen, and her ass cheeks are so inviting. A cushion to slam my hips against repeatedly. I know she’s had a lot, but she’s as into it as I am.

“Can I fuck you again?” I ask.

I don’t want to push her too far. She makes a sound into the mattress that doesn’t sound like a no, and I don’t wait for her to tell me twice. I plunge my cock into her again and groan at how tight she’s become. Her walls squeeze tightly around my cock now, clamping down as I start sliding in and out again, riding her. She doesn’t hold herself up on her arms. Her back slopes down to where her chest rests on the bed, and I grip her hips to hold her steady.

She moans as I thrust into her. She’s already orgasmed twice, and every time she did, the need within me grew. I need to release. I want to explode, but I want more from her. I want to fuck her in every way that she allows me to.

I ride her harder and harder, nailing her from behind. Her sounds, although husky now, aren’t pained. I concentrate on her, making sure she’s with me on this all the way.

And she is. She pushes her ass back a little, leaning herself into me in encouragement. My balls slap against her pussy, swinging back and forth as I thrust, and my orgasm builds bigger and bigger, a load building up in my balls, waiting to be emptied inside of her. I want to come.

An image flashes in front of me of her on her knees with her lips wrapped around my cock, and I know that it’s what I want. I wanted it earlier. I’m going to have it now.

I slow down my thrusting and finally stop.

When I pull out of her, her body resists, holding onto me. She’s swollen and raw, but she turns her head so I can hear her.

“You’re stopping?” she asks.

I smile.

“Get on your knees, baby,” I say. “On the floor.”

I want to finish in her mouth. I want her hot lips to wrap around my cock, I want her to suck me off, and I want to explode down her throat like before.

She pushes herself up and moves slowly across the bed, stiff. She slides onto the floor and kneels in front of me, looking up at me. Her eyes are hooded, the satisfied look of a woman that’s orgasmed twice, and she looks up at me. She runs a tongue along her bottom lip, and I know she wants to suck me as much as I want her to.

She leans forward and wraps her fingers around the base of my cock. She licks a trail from her fingers along the bottom of my dick to the tip, before she pushes her lips over my head and slides down my cock.

The idea that our mixed sex, her wetness and mine, coats my cock and it’s in her mouth now nearly pushes me over the edge, but I hold it back.

She starts bobbing her head up and down, her mouth sliding farther down with every stroke, and her tongue moves around my shaft. I close my eyes and groan.

“You’re so fucking good at this,” I groan.

She gives the best head I’ve ever had.

She doesn’t stop. In fact, she picks up her pace and slowly slips her hand lower and lower until it’s just her lips on my cock. She pushes me back against her soft palate and down her throat, thrusting a few times before stopping to breathe for a moment. The she carries on. She’s deepthroating me again, and I can’t hold back anymore.

Her hands slide down to my balls, and she squeezes at the perfect time. I explode into her mouth, pumping hot come down her throat. She doesn’t pull back, taking my load down her throat, and it’s sexy as hell that she’s swallowing it down.

When the pumping slows, she pulls her head back far enough that she can breathe, her mouth still around the top half of my cock, sucking it like it’s a straw. She milks every bit of come out of me, and I shudder. The tip of my cock is sensitive now, and I jerk when she runs her tongue over me.

She looks up at me, those big blue eyes asking if it was good. I nod and roll my eyes back in my head.

It was better than good.

She pulls back, and I slip out of her mouth, already softening. I crawl onto the bed and collapse, drained of all my energy now that I’ve orgasmed. I take a deep breath and blow it out in a shudder, trying to regain my energy and trying to catch my breath.

Dana crawls onto the bed next to me, and she lays down, facing me. I pull her against me as close as I can get her without it being uncomfortable and close my eyes.

I need a moment to recover from what was easily the best sex of my life. I close my eyes, and for a moment, I doze off.

When I open my eyes again, Dana is looking at me. She’s beautiful. Her hair frames her face, her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are bright. She smiles.

“You’re going to be late for work.”

I forgot about work. “Shit,” I say and get up.

I start pulling my clothes on. The shirt was on the floor in a pile, and it’s wrinkled now. I reach into my closet for another one. When I turn to Dana, she’s sitting on the bed, her knees hugged to her chest, watching me.

“You don’t mind if I just run?” I ask. I don’t just want to love her and leave her.

She shakes her head and smiles. “It’s fine. It’s my fault you’re late.” But the satisfied grin on her face tells me she’s definitely not sorry about it.

Neither am I.

I finish getting dressed in record time and hurry to the bed. I cup her cheek and kiss her.

“I’ll call you later,” I say and run for the door.

I’m only two hours late when I finally reach the office. It feels like it should be more after everything Dana and I did. Small blessings. Mason looks at me when I walk into his office to give him the paperwork for another function.

He raises his eyebrows.

“You’re late,” he says.

“How do you know?”

He smiles. “I was looking for you. Was it good?”

I start shaking my head, trying to feign ignorance, but his grin gives away that I can’t hide it.

“How did you know?” I ask. I’m suddenly nervous it’s that obvious.

“I know you well enough. You look like a satisfied man, my friend. Besides that look, you being late and me being the concerned friend that I am, I put it all together.”

He grins at me. I shake my head, my hands on my hips.

“So, I gather the two of you are doing well,” Mason says.

I shrug. I think we are, but the idea of talking to her about what I feel still looms over me.

“We’re good,” I say.

Mason looks like he has more to say, but I don’t let him. I don’t need more lecturing, and I have enough work to catch up on after I spent most of my morning practicing extracurricular activities.

I try to focus on my work, but I can’t get her off my mind. Images of Dana are pinned to my frontal lobe. I see her naked with her ass pointing at me, her breasts in the mirror, her mouth around my cock, her legs wide open. I can still feel her sex around my cock and the echo of her body like a ghost of herself she left behind.

It gets me hard again just thinking about her, but it’s more than that. I’m starting to think of her as a lot more than just a fuck buddy, or someone I have a crush on. I’m really starting to fall for her.

I don’t know if she feels the same, but she’s doing the same things I’m doing to her, confiding in me, sharing things with me, and sleeping with me. I feel like she feels the same things. And if that’s the case, talking about it is just redundant.

I know everyone in my life will disagree, but this is between me and Dana. She said she wants to go public as much as I do. It means more to me than anyone will ever know, and I know that it means something between us, too.

When it’s my lunch break, I sit down behind my desk, close my door, and dial her number.

I don’t know if she’ll be able to speak, or what time her lunch is at the new job, but I need to hear her voice.

She answers on the third ring.

“Can you talk?” I ask.

She hesitates before she answers. “Yeah, I can talk.”

“I won’t keep you long,” I say.

“It’s okay,” she says. Her voice sounds different, like something is up.

I wonder if she’ll get in trouble with her boss for being on the phone. I don’t know much about Golden Image. I never had much interaction with Bianca that didn’t involve our bodies.

“How are you feeling?” I ask.

“Good,” she says, and I can hear her smiling. I picture her cute dimples. “A little sore, but nothing I can’t handle.

“Me too,” I say. I take a breath. “Listen, I know we said we would wait a bit, but you just say when, and we’ll go public. If the people at your job won’t give you too much hell, I don’t want to wait.”

Especially not after we had a morning like this one.

“Keagan…” she starts, and I’m expecting her to tell me that she can’t go public now. I know Bianca can be a pain. She’s a whole lot of bitch in a slender body. I will understand if she says no. “I don’t work for Golden Image anymore.”

“What?” I ask, because I can’t be hearing right. “What happened?”

She takes a deep breath. “Liz was there. She would have been my boss.”

My head throbs dully between my temples, and blood rushed in my ears.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I would have been working directly under Liz. I quit when I realized it.”

I shake my head. “You didn’t have to.”

“I did. I’m not working for her, Keagan. You know how I feel about her. And I know how you feel about her.”

She sounds sure, but the information is a shock.

“So, I don’t have a job, again,” she adds.

I think for a moment.

“It’s okay,” I say. “We’ll make a plan for work for you. I’m sorry about this. I can’t believe my past is influencing your work.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she says. “Honestly, I’m relieved I don’t have to face Bianca.”

I close my eyes. “So, you met her.”

She chuckles. “Yeah. I must say I don’t know what you saw in her. At least there’s nothing wrong with your taste, now.”

I smile. “Funny,” I say. “We’ll fix this, okay?”

“I’ve got it covered,” she says. “Don’t worry about that. And about going public, there’s not much stopping us now.”

“Tonight, then,” I say. “No more waiting.”

Dana is quiet for a beat. “Tonight?”

“You said yourself there’s not much stopping us now.”

I try to imagine what her face looks like. She’s unsure. That much, I can tell.

“I’m just nervous,” she says, and I understand.

“Me too. But I want to get it out in the open so that we can be seen together without having to pretend that nothing is going on.”

“Okay,” she says.

We end the conversation and I hang up.

She gave up her job for me. If that’s not enough proof that she feels something for me, I don’t know what is.

Tonight, it is.