A block away, I pulled into a driveway and turned around to head back to her house. Running away would not solve any problems. If we had any chance at a future, we had to communicate.

Before I reached her house, I saw her car coming down the road. Our heads turned to watch the other as we passed. I stopped and threw the gear into reverse, backing up.

I saw her brake lights come on in my rear view mirror. When my window was lined up with hers, I stopped. After we rolled them down, we stared at each other.

“I’m…” she said.

“It’s…” I said at the same time, then stopped and added. “Go ahead.”

“I’m sorry, Toby. I lost them, but I would never sell something like that and hurt you. Not intentionally.”

I swallowed, staring into her eyes, not seeing lies or deception. Had I lost the ability to read women honestly after my time with Jessica, the queen of misdirection?

“Let’s go get some dinner and talk about it,” I said.

“I’ve got a chicken in the oven already.”

“That sounds perfect. Meet you back at the house?”

She nodded.

“Dinner should be ready in another half-hour.”

“You cook too? Does it keep getting better?”

I smiled. She glowed.

“See you back at your house,” I said.

The back-and-forth with her was part of the reason I found myself so attracted to her. While it had been the same way with Jessica in the beginning, she had turned out to be a sociopath.

Haley was in an entirely different league of women, the kind I might spend the rest of my life with if we could get past the initial stages of our rekindled relationship and breakthrough unharmed.

I parked in her driveway and got out of the Maserati, leaning against the back. She pulled in with only the hazard lights on, stopping a few feet behind my car.

She turned the car off and got out, looking so damn cute in her grey Kent State sweatpants and sweatshirt. I almost forgot all about the naked photos.

We went inside her house.

“The chicken smells good,” I said.

“Let me check on it.”

I followed her into the kitchen, staring at her ass the whole way. The photos were a big deal, but I found it hard to stop thinking about her naked body, so close to perfection.

As she opened the oven door and bent over to peer in, I stepped over. She closed it and straightened up, looking at me. Unable to resist, I put my arm around her waist.

She stared back into my eyes as I lost the ability to speak sensibly.

Our lips touched, met in a meeting of the mind, a melding of the flesh. Thoughts of dinner flew away.

As we kissed, I felt her arms snake around me, holding tight, and her breasts pushing against my chest. I pulled back, staring into her eyes with a grin.

“How long did you say there was until dinner?”

“Long enough,” she said, then kissed me passionately. “But we have to be quick. Billy will be back soon.”

“We’d better hurry,” I growled, grabbing her ass with my right hand, squeezing it as she pushed my body backward, out of the kitchen. Locked together as one, we made our way into the living room.

She stopped and stripped off her sweatshirt, her beautiful body exposed. I kissed a nipple quickly then stood and took off my own shirt.

Her soft flesh pressing against my hard chest, I placed my hand between her legs, my hands pressed against her pussy under the grey sweatpants.

In one fluid motion, I got to my knees and pulled them down, exposing a pair of pink panties. She put her hands on the back of my head as I removed them too.

She moaned, her chest rising and falling more quickly as I buried my face between her legs. Her pussy opened up as I licked, kissed and sucked all the right spots.

While enjoying her taste and the way I made her body shake, I undid my jeans and got my quickly hardening cock out.

My fingers wrapped around my shaft. Her fingers ran through my hair, sending shivers of electricity shooting straight to my cock. My hands gripped her perfectly shaped ass and pulled her close, my lips crashing onto hers possessively.

“I need to lay down,” she said while backing away.

My pants slid down as I stood up. After stepping out of them, I followed her further into the house. We reached her bedroom, so bright, modern and warm.

She crossed the room to the bed, sitting down on the edge with her legs spread. Time lost all meaning as I knelt and worshipped her pussy like it held the meaning of life.

Her moans filled the room as she leaned back, propped up with her arms, back arched and pussy pushing out. I stuck one finger into her. Then another. She writhed even more.

My digits pushed in and out as I concentrated on her clitoris, making love to the little nub with my tongue – soft then hard, slow then fast, firm then fluttering.

“Fuck yes,” she hissed, pulling my head toward her.

I fucked her with my fingers and mouth, only her orgasm on my mind. My cock throbbed between my legs, but I wanted to hear her cries, see her beautiful face full of agony and pleasure.

She cried out, her pussy tightening around my fingers. I pulled them out and put them in my mouth. As I got to my feet, she squirmed on the bed beneath me.

My cock bobbed and swayed in front of me, hard as a fucking diamond. A wicked smile spread over her face as she sat up.

We locked eyes, her staring me up and down, as she stroked my cock, playing with it between her sumptuous and beautiful breasts.

She scooted back on the mattress then rolled over onto her stomach. I soon found my cock in her mouth. My eyes watched, transfixed, as she sucked the first two inches furiously.

Her lips were wrapped around the shaft so tightly, I thought I would pop in an instant. Instead, the pleasure gradually spread through my entire body, building up to a familiar crescendo.

I pulled back then crawled on the bed beside her. She rolled over again, spreading her legs. Her quivering pussy welcomed me, succulent, and so fucking tight.

We were the only two beings in the entire universe as I crawled forward, my body propped up with my arms. She ran her hands up and down them as I rubbed my cock over her pussy.

“Do it,” she begged.

One inch slipped in. Then another. Soon, all nine-and-a-half inches of my hard cock was inside her pussy. Her eyes sparkled, opening wide as I pulled out.

The process repeated over and over again, faster and harder as our bodies began to communicate on some primal, instinctual level. She’s so fucking tight!

A woman like her, who could make me feel so fucking free, would never do anything to hurt me. As the realization hit me, a smoke detector went off somewhere in the house.

“Fuck,” she cried. “The chicken!”

Unable to stop, I continued thrusting, so fucking close to popping. In the chaos, I came, my entire body shaking. I lowered myself to my forearms, almost passing out.

She smiled up at me, a look of satisfaction and love on her face.

I pulled out, so happy, still shaking.

“We forgot about the chicken.”

“If the smoke detector is going off, it’s too far gone, I think. Still…”

She pushed my chest with her palms. I groaned and rolled off her.

“I’m taller,” I said, standing up. “Where is it?”

“Above the stove.”

We made our way into the kitchen. I hit the button to turn off the smoke alarm temporarily while she opened the door of the oven. Another cloud of smoke kissed the room.

“Let me get the window,” she said.

I stepped around the refrigerator and opened the back door. Some of the smoke flew out the screen.

“Good cook, huh?” I teased as I turned around.

She dropped her head dramatically with faux shame.

I laughed and stepped forward, putting my arms around her.

“That dinner offer still open?” she asked as we stood side by side in front of her sink.

I nodded, looking into the eyes of her reflection. She smiled.

“We have a story now. One step closer to a lasting relationship.”

“What do you mean?”

“I made you come so hard you literally heard alarms.”

I grinned. She frowned.

“What is it?”

“Oh, I have work stuff going on too. I mean, it’s not as bad as yours, but it also involves Jessica. My boss says I have to do a photo shoot for her. I didn’t know she was going to blackmail you with those photos. I really didn’t.”

“I believe you,” I said, comforting her with my body pressed against hers. “You should go ahead and do it. Maybe you can find out what the hell she wants. The photos haven’t surfaced anywhere online yet. Maybe she’s just bluffing.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to work with her.”

“Is that worth losing your job?”

She sighed deeply.

“No, but what about you?”

“You’ll get through it, and I’ll be fine with enough time. Maybe I’ll retire early. I’ve got money saved up.”

“I don’t know, Toby. It’s all getting so serious so quickly.”

“Look, Haley. You’re what I care about most right now. Yeah, my career is hot and I’d love to play another four years, at least, but I love you.”

Her lips quivered as she stared into my eyes. I leaned forward and kissed her again, never tiring of the taste. In middle of the kiss, her phone rang. She stepped away, looking at the screen.

“It’s work. I should take this.” She put it to her ear. “Hello?”

She paused.

“Now? You’re kidding, right? It’s Saturday.” Pause. “Fine. I’m coming in now.”

A frown fell over her face as she lowered her phone to her side.

“I’m going to have to take a raincheck on dinner. She wants me working tonight.”

I forced a smile, not wanting to freak her out.

“It’s fine. You’ll do great. We’ll get through this. Positive thinking leads to positive results. It’ll all work. Just don’t let Jessica rattle you, and you’ll be fine. Her bark is worse than her bite, I promise.”

“I love you, Toby.”

Those words were the sweetest anyone had said to me in a long time. Even the cheers and adoration of thousands of fans did not compare.

“I love you, too, Haley,” I said, kissing her again gently.