My eyes snap open and I look at the bedside clock. It's 6:35 am. I've never been one to sleep in. I'm an early riser. I can't help it. I have a morning routine that involves coffee, checking urgent email, making a mental checklist for the day, and exercise.

It never involves … a woman in my bed.

And yet, here she is. Alicia. I look over and see that this isn't going to be a normal morning. There's a sliver of sunlight dancing across a tuft of her blonde hair that's poking out from the comforter.

A tinge of unease hits me. Do I check my email, or do I lie here and wait for her to wake up? Fuck. Do I drape my arm around her, or do I stick to my side of the bed? It might sound ridiculous, but this is new territory for me, so don't laugh.

But none of that matters because before I can even make a decision, I see her stir. She pulls the comforter down, opens her eyes, and smiles.

"What time is it?" she asks.

"It's early. A little after 6:30."

"Oh, I need to leave," she says, sitting up. The comforter slides down and for a quick moment, her perfect, naked breasts are exposed. She quickly grabs the comforter in both hands and pulls it back up to cover herself.

I smile. Just that one peak of her nakedness has made my cock twitch. She thinks I didn't notice.

"Someone's in a hurry. You have to leave right this minute?" I ask.

"Yeah, I have to get to Carter Jeffries soon. I can't be late," she says. "And besides, I'm sure you have a busy day… whatever it is that you do."

"It's only as busy as I want it to be," I say, testing the waters. Will she elect to stay or go? You'd think after the marathon sex session we had last night that my cock wouldn't be twitching in my pants right now, right? Well, that's wrong.

"Okay, well, I'm not sure what this is, but—"

I cut her off. "This is us having a good time," I say.

"Right—a good time. I had a nice night. I'll go ahead and grab my things."

By her tone and body language, it's obvious she's never had a one-night stand before. She starts reaching for her clothes that were scattered around various corners of the room last night, and I pat the bed.

"Come here," I say.

She smiles and sits down next to me. I reach up and stroke her cheek.

"I'm not letting you leave yet," I say. I pull her down onto the bed next to me and bring my lips to hers. A soft moan escapes from her mouth, and I nibble on her neck.

"I really … should … probably go," she manages to say in between me kissing her neck, but her words don't match her body language, and I'm unconvinced.

"Well, that's too bad," I say, joking. I get up and stand next to the bed. I'm naked and my manhood is standing fully erect, like a giant fucking totem pole. She can't look at it without blushing. "If you leave now, you'll miss all of this."

She looks down at my cock and blushes before looking back at my face. I start walking to the bathroom, and as my back is turned I say, "Or you can come join me."

I turn on the shower, allowing the glass doors to steam up. Within a moment I hear her approach. I turn and see her standing in the doorway. She's naked except for her pink lace thong, which she hooks with one finger and slowly pulls down over her hips and thighs. She has a soft smile on her face as she walks toward me.

My cock is already throbbing. She's so fucking stunning. I've had my fair share of women, but there's something about Alicia that I can't get enough of. No other woman has turned me on as much as she does.

"You win," she says.

I reach over and place one hand on her lower back and bring her body close to mine until her soft breasts are pressed against my body. I reach over and slide the glass door to the shower open and she follows me in. The warm water cascades all around us.

I cup her breasts in my hands and lean down, placing one in my mouth. I let my tongue swirl around her nipple and then gently tug on it with my teeth.

"Oh, God," she moans. And I allow my mouth to travel further down from her breasts and down her flat stomach, down to her inner thighs. The lower I get, I can detect a slight shiver in her body. There's an eagerness that spurs me on, and I lean in, pressing my mouth to her pussy as she leans back into the shower wall.

She grabs my hair, raking her fingers through it.

I nude her legs further apart and she eagerly complies. I could taste her for hours, but now I just want to fuck her. It has become a primal need.

"Turn around," I command her, standing up. She now has both hands on the wall, her ass toward me and she's letting out soft moans.

I align myself with her entrance and she presses herself into me. She's so wet that my cock slides in, but she's tight, so I start off slow. I take my time until I'm in up to my hilt.

"You want this?" I ask, stopping for a moment.

"Mmm yes," she purrs.

"Say it."

"Yes, I want it."

"Say it again. This time like you mean it."

"I want it," she moans. "Fuck me, Derek."

Hearing those words spurs me on like never before. I slide in and out of her with each new thrust, my pace quickening. I feel her wetness coating my cock and I thrust faster and with new intensity. I can feel my balls slapping against her thighs and she reaches down, grabbing my balls in one hand and fingering her clit with the other.

"Oh god," she screams, her pussy tightening around me. She throws her head back and I place my mouth on her exposed throat. She moves her hands to my arms and grabs hold of me as an orgasm courses through her entire body. Feeling her tight spasms takes me to the edge and I can't hold it any longer. I shoot ropes of cum inside of her as her pussy continues to milk my cock.

I lean in and give her another kiss. "That's one way to jumpstart a morning," I smile.

"Yeah, that was pretty good."

I raise one eyebrow. "Pretty good? Is that all?"

"Okay, it was great," she giggles.

We step out of the shower and towel off.

"I better get to work for real this time," she says. "I can't afford to be late to work. But I'd like to do this again sometime—I—I mean, if you want to. Or if you don't, that's fine too."

"I'd like that," I smile. It's almost cute the way she's trying to remain aloof—to not wear her heart on her sleeve, but I can see right through it. She's enjoying this, and I am too.

I lean in and give her one more kiss. "Can I tell you a secret?" I ask.

"Of course, anything," she says.

"It's about Carter Jeffries. I know you're headed there now, and this has to remain between you and I."

"Cross my heart," she says, placing one hand on her chest. "You can tell me anything."

"Someone is embezzling money from me," I say. "And I believe it's from someone at Carter Jeffries."