I can’t believe I’m back in Katy’s bed.

The last time we had sex here was fucking incredible. In fact, I can’t stop thinking about it. I haven’t forgotten her or what it was like to make her come 1000 times. I’ve been replaying the time we spent in my head over and over again.

And yet here I am, back at her place, about to make it a reality all over again.

We’re both reeling from the kind of day this has been. She’s infinitely relieved that the bomb threat is over. I’m relieved that she’s finally trusted me enough to tell me about herself.

Of course, I’ve known all along, but the fact that she’s decided to trust me with this information means something―it means that Katy has let me into her heart at least a little bit.

And now I feel like a dog for having secrets from her. I haven’t yet revealed to her that, technically, I’ve been spying on her this entire time.

To say the truth now will just ruin everything. If I told her what I was up to, that I’ve been watching her because I have to know her plans for my company, then she’ll never have trusted that any of this is real. I’ll look like a fake.

Somehow I’ve really fallen for Katy. And now it seems like it’s too late to tell her the truth. I’m between a rock and a hard place, and I don’t know how to get myself out.

But one thing’s for sure, having her this relieved and happy to be with me doesn’t make it feel like the ideal time to reveal the truth. I can’t risk losing her, not for anything.

No, somehow I’ll have to figure out the right way and the right time to tell her the truth about me. It’s going to be a delicate process so as not to scare her off.

For now, I hold her lovingly in my arms. She seems so happy and relieved that it makes my heart swell. I would never want to do anything that could possibly undo her happiness.

Instead, I hold her and a stroke her hair. Then I pull her face up to my own and deliver her the most tender of kisses.

“Baby, we did it. Because of you, we were able to deactivate the bomb,” I say.

“No. It was you, and I will be forever grateful. You saved so many lives, and you have to be proud of that. I’m sorry that I ever got involved with that group to begin with.”

I could sit like this forever, with her on my lap. But she gets up and finds a bottle of wine from somewhere. She opens it and takes a swig straight from the bottle. I’m guessing Katy doesn’t have wine glasses.

She walks over to me and hands me the bottle. I chug down the mediocre wine and again wonder what Katy would think of my penthouse. It would be so much more comfortable than this place, but still, the timing’s off. I can’t tell her the truth.

The only other thing I can to do is to get her undressed as quickly as possible. I pick her up and throw her on the bed before proceeding to pull her pants off one leg at a time. She squeals with delight and pulls the T-shirt up off over her head.

“Remove your bra,” I demand.

She looks at me seductively and obeys my orders. She knows how good it can get when she listens to me. Somehow, I have a sixth sense, knowing what she needs and knowing what she ultimately wants. I use this gift now.

I take off my shirt, and her eyes widen at my shredded muscles like they always do. She loves my body, but one thing’s for sure about Katy, our connection goes deeper than that.

I arrange myself between her legs and spread her wide. I love this position. I love it when she’s so open and entirely vulnerable to me. I love going down on her and tasting her sweet nectar.

I start to lick the sides of her pussy before circling my tongue around her clit. I tease it out so that she’s at my total mercy.

She’s moaning and starting to breathe heavily, her hands and fingers twisting through my hair. She wants it bad. I can tell already.

I plunge my tongue deep inside of her and then suck the juices out, making her gasp. I use my hands to find her G-spot and with a couple strokes across it, I have her coming easily into my mouth.

“Oh my god, oh my fucking god.” She’s writhing on the bed, clutching at the sheets and grabbing on to my shoulders. “Fuck yes, Marcus, fuck yes!”

As she’s coming, I push her legs back so that they’re almost behind her head but not quite. I have perfect access and entry to her sweet pussy…and my cock is just dying for it.

I push in, slowly at first, and then I speed up my motion because I don’t want to hold back.

“Marcus, fuck. That’s so good. Right there,” she moans.

I love when she admits to me how good it is, how much she really wants my cock inside of her.

“Yes, baby, fuck, baby. I’m coming again. Oh, fuck!” she screams.

She’s yelling so loud that she’s likely waking up the neighbors―but it’s not like we care.

I thrust into her deeply and find a rhythm. I know she likes it this way. I know her every point of pleasure by now.

And it’s all heightened by the fact that we’ve done this before and yet we’re both still hot for it.

Rarely does this happen. Normally I’m never interested in a woman for more than one or two times. But with Katy, all of that’s different, all of that has shifted. She’s changed my world, and I can’t say I dislike it.

I want more of her. I always want more. I’m never satiated, and that makes her such a fucking enigma.

What is she doing to me?

I think this over and over as I pump into her. She’s so tight around my cock. It’s the best I’ve ever had. I lean down to deliver a quick kiss to her lips to let her know that I care―before pulling back up and fucking her into oblivion.

Her head and hands are hitting against the headboard. The headboard’s hitting against the wall. We’re making a fucking scene, but like I said, neither of us care. The only thing on my mind is how nice and tight and wet Katy is...for me.

“Say you want it, baby. Say I’m the only one.”

She looks at me, and I swear there are tears in her eyes as she says the words I’m dying to hear. “Yes, Marcus, y-you’re it. Fuck, yes, you’re the one I want to be with.”

Another truth. In this moment, we are fully aware of how badly we want each other. And we also know that this is deeper than lust.

No, I want her. All of her. I want to know all of her truths. And most of all, I want to know that I’m the last man she’ll ever fuck―because it is going to be just me from now on.

She’s crying out my name, and she says, “I’m going to come. I’m coming. Fuck, it’s so good.”

I release at the same time as she does. I love when we come together. I love to know that were both exploding into nothing and everything all at once. When we connect like this, the world seems right.

I know that I’m falling for her. I also know that I have no idea how to say it. This is uncharted territory for me.

I’m addicted to Katy. Of this I’m sure. But I can’t tell her yet.

Instead, I just pump my hot load into her sweet pussy and let the moment take us both over.

She comes maybe once or twice―it’s always hard to tell with her. I know she does that a lot with me. I know I bring it out of her.

I fall down onto her chest and hear her beating heart. I can only hope it’s beating for me. I lie on her for a moment and just rest my head on her chest, on her beautiful tits.

And then I roll to the side because I know my weight must be smashing her.

Both of us are breathing hard, panting, and reliving the moment. I roll to my side, and she’s there, looking into my eyes―and I swear she sees right through me.

It’s a nakedness like I’ve never known, and yet I understand that this is what it must be like to be in love.