Tonight, I’m wearing the sexiest dress I can find. Red, tight around the hips, and practically screaming, “I’m the hottest woman in the room.” Well, I’ll be the only woman in the room tonight, but still.

In my head, I know I should probably listen to Harry. What’s going to happen if this does turn serious? Ugh, the thought of that makes me nauseous. Serious. I didn’t come out to Denver to try and further my love relationships. I came out here for a job that I mean to do well with.

Soren. He’s better than all the other guys. He’s moody, brooding, and dark, sure. But, he’s loyal, sexy as hell, and refuses to give into anybody but himself. Plus, I really think he might be ready to set out on a different path, one that might benefit him in the long run.

Maybe I can help him. Maybe we can set off on that path together. Okay, but what’s going to happen when I bring him to the Christmas work parties? Is Harry going to fire me or put me on his shit list? Well, if that’s the case, fuck Harry and fuck Johannson Publishing. I don’t need them anyway. In the end, I only need myself… and maybe Soren.

There’s a knock on my door. I turn around, heart beating a million beats per second. What’s happening to me? I’ve never been this freaked out over a guy before. I have to remember, he’s a great fuck and he’s fun to be around, but he’s not untouchable or anything. I can’t let myself be consumed.

I open the door and immediately I’m staring at his crotch. Oh god! I’m staring at his crotch! “Jesus, you look amazing,” he says. I force my eyes upward and he’s looking at my tits. God! He’s looking at my tits!

“You too,” I say. He’s not wearing a suit this time, but he’s wearing a tight shirt and a fresh pair of work boots. He’s just so fucking big, in the best way. Every time I look at him, it makes me want to behave badly, just so he can toss me around for a bit.

“I brought you flowers,” he says, pulling a small bouquet of sunflowers out from behind his back. “And a kiss for the lady.”

Our lips meet and my world comes crashing down all around me. Rubble, smoke, cinder, and cement fragments fall around us, yet nothing can stop us from enjoying the things we’ve been yearning for. Forget the flowers. I want him.

When I open my eyes, everything is back to normal, except for the fact that there’s a stupid smile glued on my face. He tastes like… man. Like, a fine whiskey, aged in a barrel, somewhere in the Kentucky forests. He holds me and it’s better than anything in the world. I feel safe. I feel protected. I feel like someone is watching out for me, for once in my life.

“You seem happy to see me.” He smiles. “I’m glad. Sometimes, I can’t read you.”

“Look…” I take a breath. “This is bad. Us. This is really bad.”

“There we go,” he laughs and grabs a vase from my counter. He fills it up with water and sighs, putting the flowers in. “I mention one thing and the whole night goes to crap.”

I cover my eyes and step back. “No, like, I’m really unsure about all of this because—”

“I’ll leave then. It’s as easy as that,” he says, walking in front of me, back toward the door.

I continue with what I was going to say. “Because—I think I really like you,” I say, closing my eyes shut. I don’t want to see his reaction. This whole spilling your guts thing is kind of new to me. Normally, I just fall into a relationship that’s just okay. We date for a few years and we move on. That’s just how it’s always been with me. But with Soren, it’s like the clouds have opened up. He makes me want to share deep feelings with him. I feel like he understands the inner me.

“God, I sound so cheesy,” I say. “I just… I just like you, okay? I really like you.”

He comes toward me slowly. Then, just when I think my world is about to fall apart again, he just holds me in his warmth. Everything is better again. “Emma,” he whispers. “Why do you think I’m here?”

“I just thought, you know, we were having fun. We were just having some fun,” I stutter out. “We met each other and decided to have some fun. That was it, right?”

“I’m here because I want you. I’m here because you’re the only damn good thing in my life right now,” he says, running his hand through my hair. “I’m not here to fuck your brains out. If that happens, it’s just a bonus. I’m here to enjoy you in every way possible. What I’m trying to say is that I’m here because I really like you too.”

“Does it always have to be so sappy?” I laugh. But I’m staring into his eyes, his dark, deep eyes, and I’m seeing more to him than I ever have. I see all his hopes and dreams. I see the disappointment that life gave him. I see all the hardship and I just want to hold him and make him feel better. I just want to take care of him.

“I kind of like the sappy,” he laughs and kisses me again. Our lips slide against each other like we’ve known each other forever. Our bodies do the same, and I can’t help but notice that I’m as wet as I can possibly be. I hold my breath and rest my head against his shoulders.

It’s quiet in my house now, and we’re being as sappy as we can be by holding each other. We’re just standing there because words have proved themselves to be meaningless. The only important thing is how we feel in this moment. All I can say is that I feel perfect and desirable, and I have the feeling that everything is going to work out for the both of us. Or at least, it’s a strong hope.

When we let go of each other, I quickly walk over to the lights in my living room. I turn them off and suddenly the room is dark. There are no words spoken. He sits on my couch, expecting what’s about to happen. We both expect it.

I bend down in front of him, kissing his chest. I slip his shirt over his head and throw it into a corner. I drag my lips down, across his perfect body. He’s suffered a lot. This body has had to work hard for nothing, but now he gets me, the prize.

His hand comes across my tits and he pulls the dress down over them. His hand is warm to the touch, as he feels around my nipples, slowly cupping each breast. “God,” he moans with approval.

The intensity builds and I’m aching for him. I need him. In this moment, I want to give him everything he’s ever dreamed of. I unzip his pants slowly, placing my lips across his pants. I can feel him growing for me. The pants get harder and thicker. I put my hand next to my mouth and run my fingers across his rising shaft. He sits there, moaning loudly, waiting for what’s next.

Finally, after teasing him fully, I unbutton his pants and place my hand inside. I wrap my hand around his tight flesh and feel how hard he is. It’s like he hasn’t had sex in weeks. That’s how hard he is. Pleased, I kiss the tip of his cock, kissing down toward his balls.

With my left hand, I cup his balls. Slowly, I lick the head, and I’m driving him wild. This is his night. He runs his hand through my hair and down to my shoulders. “Emma,” he moans. I still haven’t put his cock in my mouth and he’s going crazy.

I open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue for him. Right as he enters my mouth, he groans real loud. I push forward and feel him hit the back of my throat. I release and breathe heavy, sliding my tongue across his shaft. He’s so fucking big that it’s hard to get anything down there, but I’m trying my hardest.

“You’re going to make me cum too fast,” he protests, running his hand across my cheek. “God, you’re too beautiful for a guy like me.”

“I want you to cum for me, Soren,” I whisper, kissing his member. He’s so big that he’s about to burst. I just keep sliding my tongue across him. “Tonight is about pleasing you.”

That gets him going even more. I look him in the eyes as I pull him back in. I keep my mouth open wide for him and he pushes as far as he can go. He starts to use the back of my head, finally, after some moments, and soon enough, he’s grabbing my hair.

“Yes,” I moan. “Do what you want with me.”

He pulls me back and bends forward to kiss me. Then, he pulls my hair down with force, until I’m back on his cock again. I wrap my mouth around him and let him use me. He grabs my hands and pushes them down, ordering me what to do. “Play with yourself,” he says. “When I cum, I want you to cum with me.”

I’m already soaking wet and at this point, I’m just a throbbing, hot mess. I like it when he gets in these moods. I love it when he gets as dirty as he can with me. He pulls his cock from my mouth and strokes it, using my saliva, while I remain on my knees and masturbate.

“There we go.” He smiles. “Arch that back for me.”

He runs his hand down my back, until he feels my ass. He squeezes each cheek like I’m his property and I have to smile because the idea of being his property actually turns me on. I want him to claim me. I want him to tell me what to do. I’m a good girl from a good family, and I’ve never had anything bad happen to me. But that doesn’t mean, I don’t want to get filthy with a man.

I watch him as he sits back and pumps his cock in his hand. He’s so fucking powerful. He’s what a man should be and what I’ve always fantasized about before as a girl. Now, I’m a woman and he’s right in front of me.

First, I feel my legs nearly give out. Then, I feel the sharp pleasure form in between my legs. It begins to spread like a wildfire, into my ass, up into my spine. I start to move in inhuman ways, like my muscles are giving out. “I’m going to cum,” I moan. “I’m going to fucking cum!”

Just when I get to that precipice where it feels like everything just wooshes from your body, he takes his cock and tells me to, “open your mouth.” He slides it inside my mouth, blocking my airway. He plugs my nose and I just lose it. I lose all control. My senses heighten and grow dull.

He lets me breathe for a second and when the air comes in my lungs, I fall into a deeper pleasure than I’ve ever experienced. He tenses up and pushes himself in deeper. Deeper. So fucking deep, I can barely breathe. He doesn’t even need to say a word. He’s going to cum and he’s going to cum a lot.

His balls tighten and his cock grows stiff, before bouncing up and down against my tongue. Finally, it comes in waves of hot cum, flowing onto the top of my tongue. As he pushes back, I hold him in. Too much pleasure causes him to move out of control, but I never let go. He keeps cumming, until finally he’s sighing like a baby on that couch. He’s breathing from the side of his mouth as if he doesn’t know how to cope with this much desire and gratification.

When I swallow all of him down, he looks at me with big eyes. “Fuck.” He rubs his face. “Are you kidding me right now?”

“Nope.” I smile. “All gone.”

I walk over to my kitchen and grab a bottle of Vodka and pour two glasses. I open a drawer and pull out a special pack of cigarettes that I keep for occasions like this. I grab two of them and the glasses, and walk back over to the couch. He looks… well, he looks like he just got his soul sucked out of him.

“You know I’m never going to leave you, right? You’ve just done yourself in.”

I laugh and lay across his chest. “I guess it’s official? You’re my boyfriend now.”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” he says. “Just keep being yourself and I’ll stay forever.”