I didn’t know if Gary really thought I was an idiot, like Bianca said, but the projects I was supervising were going really well. So far, all them were coming in under budget, and only one had had any kind of problems, which I took care of by spending more time on site and listening to the concerns of the crew. I was putting in 50 or 60 hours a week, so if Gary thought I wasn’t doing my job, he wasn’t paying attention.

The morning after Chrissy almost dumped me, I stormed into the office in a tear. I’d been up all night trying to get my temper under control and by the time I went to work, I was still furious, but now I was also exhausted. I closed the door to my office because I couldn’t be sure how I would react if I saw Bianca, but as I predicted, she came in anyway, opening the door without knocking, and posing like a deranged calendar model in the doorframe.

Before she could even speak I said coldly, “Get out of my office.”

“But Adam,” she said flirtatiously, “we still have so much work to do on our…special project.”

She said it loudly, and turned her head toward the outer office slightly so that her voice carried. God dammit, she was trying to make all these people think that there was something between us. I saw several people look toward us and grin.

I left my desk and stood in the door looking down on her. “I won’t be able to meet with you anymore, because I have to spend more time on my other projects. Please email me the marketing plan when you’re finished with it and I’ll give you my feedback when I get to it.”

She raised her chin. “What is your problem?”

“I have eight other projects running, and five being prepped,” I said, shrugging. “I can’t spend all my time on one rather minor one.” I lowered my voice. “Leave my friends alone. Jack has blocked you on his phone, and nobody who knows me will ever believe a word you say.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, and walked away with her head held high. She put on a good show, but she had damn well better stay out of my way. That bitch made Chrissy cry, and I wasn’t going to stand for that.

I ate lunch at my desk, texting Chrissy the whole time. She must have been getting bored with her summer, or stressed because of Bianca, because she told me she had gone by the Humane Society to see about volunteering there.

And that was the main difference between Chrissy and Bianca. Whatever went wrong in Chrissy’s life, she never, ever dealt with it by tearing down other people. She might prefer animals, but she put herself out to help them.

Going out with Raina tonight, she texted. Sorry I won’t get to see you.

That’s okay. Have fun. Want to do something tomorrow night?

Sure!

What if we stay in and I cook for you?

Ooh!

Want to just come over to my condo around 6?

Sounds great. I can’t wait!

I texted her the address. I’d miss her tonight, but without her hot body to distract me, I could take some work home, crack open a beer in front of the TV, and get caught up on figures I’d put off all week while I’d been at fucking Bianca’s beck and call.

I grabbed my sunglasses and started to head out. I had three work sites I wanted to check in on this afternoon. Gary’s door was closed, and I experienced a moment’s twinge that maybe Bianca was in there telling him what she knew about Chrissy and me, but at the moment I didn’t care too much. As long as she wasn’t telling him I was engaged to her, I would deal with it.

****

There was something relaxing about the rhythm of preparing project budgets. I could do it with the TV on, with my bare feet up on the coffee table, and it was a kind of mathematical back and forth—not exactly tedious, but it didn’t require intense concentration either. But by ten or so, I was glad that I could check several of these off my list of things to do. They were satisfying, but I was getting tired.

I chuckled. It was barely ten and I was thinking about going to bed. I must be getting old. Of course, I had worked a 15-hour day at that point. Maybe I had earned an early night.

I threw my beer bottle in the recycling and was about to head toward the bathroom when a knock sounded at the door. At—what, 10:15 at night?

I looked through the peephole first. Chrissy and Raina were out there, looking gorgeous and giggling.

I opened the door. “Hey girls!”

“Hey, baby,” Chrissy said, and she giggled again.

“Hey yourself.”

I cocked an eyebrow at Raina, and she looked back apologetically. “She said I owed her one, so I got to be the designated driver,” she said wryly.

“Come on in.” I opened the door wider and let them both in. Chrissy looked pretty normal, and if I hadn’t seen her giggling like that, it might have taken me a while to realize she was drunk.

They sat down on the couch and Chrissy kicked off those high-heeled sandals I loved and stretched out.

“So, gorgeous,” I said, amused at her. She was really cute right now. “You decided to have a few drinks and come see me?”

“No,” Chrissy said haughtily. “We decided to have a few drinks because it was girls’ night out. Then we were talking about you and decided to come see you.”

I looked at Raina. “Isn’t that what I said?”

She shrugged. “Since we talked of nothing but you all night long, it’s no surprise that’s the decision we reached.”

“I’m flattered.”

“You should be,” Chrissy acknowledged. “We got hit on a lot tonight, and we came here instead.”

“Awesome.” I slid my glance back to Raina. “Think you ladies can handle one more beer? Or a glass of wine?”

“Of course,” Chrissy said, sitting up.

“Actually,” Raina said hesitantly, “do you mind if I take a rain check? I have to work in the morning. Can you make sure she gets home?”

“Sure.”

Raina hugged Chrissy and they whispered and giggled some more on the way to the door.

“Bye, sweetie. Love you.”

“Love you too. Call me tomorrow.”

Chrissy closed the door behind Raina and turned back toward me. “I’m not that drunk, you know.”

“Okay,” I said. It did seem to be true—she wasn’t sloppy or stumbling or slurring, just really, really relaxed.

“So, I’ll take that glass of wine, if you don’t mind.”

“Okay.”

She followed me into the kitchen. I uncorked a bottle of white wine and poured it into a glass. She never took her eyes of me. I handed her the glass and she took it, sipped at it, her eyes locked onto mine. She set her glass down on the counter, then jumped up onto it and reached out and grabbed me by the waistband. Once I was close enough, she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled my head down to her mouth.

She kissed me, but that’s too tame a word for it. She was hot, her mouth consuming me, devouring me. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, clenched my fists in her hair and took her in return. Her heels dug into my back.

My cock went from casual interest to hard enough to drive in nails in seconds. Her hands were everywhere on me at once, scratching and squeezing. I shoved my hands under her skirt, squeezed her ass. She had no panties on and she moaned and pulled me closer with her legs, pressing her pussy against the front of my slacks. I grabbed her tit with my other hand—I was as clumsy as a middle schooler getting to first base for the first time, but she didn’t seem to care.

Without taking her mouth off me, she reached down and unbuckled my belt and unfastened my pants. She thrust her hand into my briefs and grasped my cock so hard it hurt, but it felt so good I almost came in her hand. I thrust a finger into her pussy, then two and she screamed and came with my fingers inside her.

I flipped up her skirt and dragged her forward, then thrust my cock into her pussy while she was still coming. “Yeah, baby, take it,” I growled.

Everything got blurry as I fucked her. All I could think of was to ram into her again and again. I was starving for her, I needed more and more and more, every inch of skin, every drop of sweat. I finally came and emptied a gallon of cum into her.

“Can’t stand.” I rasped. I came so hard my knees wouldn’t support me any longer, so I scooped her up and sank to the floor. My pants were still around my ankles, so I kind of stumbled to the floor, but at least she was on top of me

“What the fuck was that?” she panted.

“No idea, but it was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Mmm…you’re still kind of hard.” She wiggled around on top of me, and incredibly I felt my cock start to get hard again.

“That feels amazing, but I seriously can’t move yet.”

“Can you move your tongue?”

“Maybe.”

She slid up my body until she was kneeling on either side of my head, then she lowered her pussy onto my face. My cum was still dripping out of her, but she tasted like her own juices too. I found that I could, indeed, move my tongue, but I didn’t have to do much as she ground into my face. I thrust my tongue into her and up and down her labia as much as I could, but she was in control of this.

After a few minutes of me eating her out and her fucking my face, she sat back onto my chest. “I want to come again,” she pouted. She started playing with herself right there in my face. I was fucking mesmerized, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her breath started panting out faster and faster and she pushed her fingers into her clit harder and harder until she made herself come.

Now I was truly hard again, and she was replete and lethargic on top of me. I grasped her hips and rolled her backward, somehow avoiding getting tangled in my pants and shoes, which I kicked off as I rolled on top of her. I slid into her smooth and slow, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her pussy muscles were still contracting around my cock, and I lost control again. I grabbed her wrists and pushed them over her head onto the kitchen floor, then bent and took a tit into my mouth. She cried out and arched against me as I thrust and sucked and claimed as much of her as I could get.

I came inside her again and after a long minute of intense thrusting, collapsed on top of her. I rested my head on her chest and dozed off to the feel of her fingers threading gently through my hair.

At some point she murmured something and I woke up…and realized we were lying on the kitchen floor. “Let’s go into the bedroom,” I suggested brilliantly, and that was about as far as my powers of rational thought went. At this point my whole body was nothing but a smugly satisfied cock who was thinking about going another round. The arms and legs and brain simply existed to get the rest of me into fucking position.

“Mmkay,” she murmured drowsily, and it was so fucking cute and sexy that I felt my cock twitch again, even though it was already exactly where it wanted to be—buried deep in her pussy.

“Uh uh.” She pushed against my shoulder. “No more until we’re in a bed. The kitchen floor thing is hot, but it hurts my back.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she said, laughing lightly. “I didn’t even notice until just now.”

“I see. I must have distracted you.” And her nipples were right in front my face, so I moved my head just enough to start sucking one again. How was I supposed to help that? She had the most gorgeous tits I’d ever seen.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Adam, I’m serious. The bed. Please.” Of course, she was pulling my head toward her chest, not away from it.

I laughed. “Yes, ma’am. Just let me get one more—” And I resumed sucking that hot, hard tit.

“Oh, fuck, Adam,” she panted. “Yeah, suck me, baby.”

“No…” I stopped sucking, but when she pressed her tits into my face, it was all I could do not to put them back in my mouth. “You said we had to stop…”

“Not stop,” she objected. “Just…relocate.”

“If you say so…”

I stood, then bent and picked her up in my arms. She was so petite, but strong and muscular. I took her into the bedroom and set her gently on the bed.

“Be right back.” I went into the bathroom, and when I came out, she was on her phone, one hand holding it to her ear, and the other hand idly fondling her clit.

“Sorry to call so late. I decided to stay over at Raina’s, and I didn’t want you to worry…” She laughed a little. “No, I think she had a little too much to drink, so I’m going to make sure she gets to bed okay. She actually has to work tomorrow.”

I couldn’t resist. She was on the phone with her mom. So I planted myself between her thighs, pushed her fingers aside, and started licking her clit.

“Yeah,” she said into the phone as she tried to push my head away. “No, she’s fine. No, I don’t need anything….Oh, that’s okay. She’s got extras—geez, Mom, it’s eleven at night, you don’t have to come over.” She was grasping my hair now, but her voice sounded impressively normal. “No, she has an extra toothbrush. Mom, I’m going to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow… Love you too. Bye.”

“You idiot!” She was laughing out loud but gasping at my ministrations. “What if she’d figured it out?”

“Couldn’t happen.” I look up at her from between her thighs. “You’re too good an actress.”

“Right. Come here.” She raised me to her face and kissed me long and deep. We had so much fun. I was happy with her—not just sexually satisfied, although that couldn’t be discounted, but happy. Kissing was great—amazing—but I bent and resumed my attention to her pussy.

Maybe this needed to be a more permanent arrangement. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing her. Then all introspection came to an abrupt halt as she came softly against my mouth.