I can’t wait to get back to work on Monday morning.

I’m working from home over the weekend, but there’s one big difference between home and the office—Kara is at the office.

She stayed the night on Friday but she suggested we spend the weekend apart so as not to move too fast. I agreed, because I’m a fucking idiot, clearly.

I’ve emailed her a few times just to ask her to print things off on Monday morning. She can’t reply because she doesn’t have access to her email outside of the office. Still, it feels good to send the messages without having to worry about whether I’m being overeager.

I want her here by my side. Reading memos is much more fun when she’s sat next to me completely naked. It’s an added incentive. Get through this memo and she’s yours for the taking. Without her, the only incentive is another memo.

I can still feel her. The feel of her tongue against mine. Her nipples hard and sensitive in my mouth. The taste of her sex. The feel of her pussy as she comes over my cock.

I sigh and shake my head until it hurts. There’s work that needs doing and clients that need billing. I’m the managing partner and I’m paid big bucks to deal with this shit. Kara would kill to be in my position, so I should be grateful. It still seems odd that she flunked out of law school. The girl’s clever; that much is obvious from the way she helps at work. She’s already irreplaceable and she’s only been in the job a week.

She’s irreplaceable in more ways than one.

Monday really can’t come soon enough.

Fuck it. I’m not waiting.

* * *

“Damon. What are you doing here?”

That wasn’t the greeting I was hoping for. Kara opens the door and immediately steps out into the hall as if she’s hiding something from me. I lean in to kiss her, but she turns her face so that I only get a bit of cheek.

“I finished all the work I needed to get done,” I lie. “Thought you might fancy dinner.”

“I can’t tonight,” Kara replies, a hint of panic in her voice.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. I just have people round. Friends. I have friends round and can’t go out tonight. I’m sorry.”

She’s nervous. I can hear the shakiness in her voice and the way she’s protectively blocking the door means there’s someone inside she doesn’t want me to see.

I should walk away. We don’t know each other well enough for me to burst into her home, but I’m worried. This isn’t a nice neighborhood and Kara clearly isn’t that well off. What if it’s an irate landlord demanding rent?

“Damon? Is that you?” Samantha’s voice calls out from inside the apartment.

“Yeah,” I yell back.

“Come in, Damon.”

I look at Kara. I’m not going to force my way inside unless I hear an actual scream. She stares back at me for a few seconds, those big brown eyes reminding me why I came around in the first place.

She sighs and steps aside. Samantha’s probably going to get an earful when I’ve left.

I push the door open and step inside, clenching my fists in case I need to use them. I’m greeted by Samantha waving excitedly at me from the sofa which she’s sharing with an old woman who manages a weak smile in my direction.

Okay, now I’m confused.

“Hi Samantha.”

“Hi Damon. Good to see you again.” Samantha turns to her sister. “Don’t be rude, Kara. Aren’t you going to introduce him?”

Kara gives her sister an evil glare which I hope to never see directed at me. Eventually she turns back to face me. “Damon, this is my mom. Theresa.”

Mom? Holy shit, I’m meeting the parents. Well, parent. The woman looks a little old to be Kara’s mom, but I’m not so stupid as to say that out loud.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Ellsworth.”

I shake her hand gently. Theresa isn’t strong and it takes some effort on her part to muster a smile.

“Nice to meet you,” she replies quietly.

“Would you like a drink, Damon?” Samantha asks.

“Water is fine,” I reply.

“Cool. Kara, why don’t you sit down and tell Mom why your boss has come to our house on a Sunday afternoon.”

There’s another glare from Kara and what I think is a smile from her Mom although it’s hard to tell.

Kara’s mom isn’t as old as I first thought. She’s thin and looks weak, but she’s not old.

Theresa is sick. Sick enough that she’s connected to a drip on a regular basis if the bruises on the tops of both hands and forearms are anything to go by.

Kara sits down and feeds her mom some bullshit about me coming over for work. I go along with it by making up some lies about needing to talk to Kara about a project she worked on last week. Her mom might be sick, but she’s not stupid. She doesn’t believe it for a second, but she goes along with the lie anyway.

It’s another lie that’s consuming my attention. Kara lied to me about dropping out of law school. It all makes sense now.

* * *

Kara is within arm’s reach and she’s not wearing any panties.

The last thing I want to be doing right now is listening to one of the other attorneys go on about some new development in a niche part of copyright law.

Everyone else seems interested. The other attorneys are taking notes and asking questions. I used to be like that. I used to care about work. Now all I care about is Kara.

I’ve fucked her every day this week in the office and I plan to keep her in my bedroom the entire weekend. Fuck taking things slowly. I can’t go 24 hours without tasting her.

I push my pen onto the floor and pick it up while rearranging my chair to be closer to Kara. It’s not particularly subtle, but no one’s paying any attention to me.

No one except Kara. Her legs were crossed, but when I get closer she parts them invitingly for me.

I grab her thigh and give it a squeeze, looking around the room to make sure no one’s watching. Kara spreads her thighs wider. She wants more. My hand glides up the smooth skin of her leg, pushing the loose summer dress to one side at the same time.

The second I feel the heat from her sex, I know I can’t stop at just a squeeze of her thighs. I reach up and brush my fingers against her folds. She’s dripping wet. That shouldn’t come as a surprise any more. She’s always wet when I touch her and wetter still when I’m finished with her.

Kara fidgets slightly in her chair and lets slip a whimper which she cleverly turns into a cough. Her hand reaches down but instead of slapping me away, she pulls it into her, forcing one of my fingers inside her tight pussy.

Her juices on my finger make my mouth water in anticipation of tasting her. My cock hardens immediately and not even tight boxer briefs can keep it contained.

I reluctantly take my finger out of Kara and place it in my lap. This meeting needs to end.

“Henry, sorry to interrupt,” I say, as Henry starts answering a question about some recent case that may or may not change some aspect of copyright law that I don’t give a shit about. “I have a client coming in soon and Kara and I need the room to run through the presentation.”

“Oh, sure,” Henry replies. I know what he’s thinking. Why didn’t you book the room out if you needed it? Fortunately, I’m more senior than him and everyone else in this room. What I say goes.

The room slowly clears and I bring my laptop in just to keep up the vague pretense that we actually are preparing for a presentation.

“You don’t have a client meeting scheduled,” Kara says, with a knowing grin.

“Get over here. Now.”

Kara walks over slowly. She’s growing more confident by the day. She still listens to my orders, but her responses are more calculated. She teases me and occasionally disobeys just to get a spanking. I can’t imagine a woman more suited to me than her.

I open my belt and loosen the fly. We can’t get undressed, but that just adds to the thrill.

“Bend over and pull up your dress,” I command. She does exactly as ordered, pulling her ass cheeks wide to expose her dripping wet slit. I lean over, grabbing her hair and lifting her head up into the air. “I’m going to fuck that tight little…” I trail off. I’m not going to do anything of the sort. “Shit. The condoms are back in my desk. Wait there.”

“No.”

“No?” Kara stands up and then immediately drops to her knees in front of me. “I told you to—” I inhale deeply as Kara takes hold of my shaft in one hand and wraps her lips around the head. “Fuck.”

She sucks hard at the head, flicking her tongue against the tip, while jerking my shaft into her mouth. Her lips pull away with a ‘pop’ noise. “I want to please my master,” she says with a remarkable amount of innocence for a woman with a cock in her hand.

“You’ll be punished for this. Later.”

She smiles and then goes back to my cock. She can’t take it deep—my cock is far too wide and long for any kind of deep throating—but she more than makes up for it by sucking like a vacuum cleaner powered by nuclear fusion.

I grip the table with one hand and her hair with the other, slowly moving my cock back and forth in her mouth as she sucks.

It’s loud, but I’m not giving this up on the off chance that someone hears.

I’ve always thought Kara was beautiful, but she’s even more stunning with a mouthful of cock. Her saliva coats my shaft, with thin trails of spit hanging from her mouth to my cock every time she comes up gasping for air.

She runs her tongue up the shaft from base to tip where a salty hint of what is to come awaits her. The next time her lips wrap around my cock, I know it’s all over. I can’t last any longer. I hold her head in place and explode in her mouth. She swallows instantly, just as another jet of cum hits the back of her throat. I keep convulsing, each time with slightly less vigor until I eventually soften in her mouth.

Kara runs her tongue over my cock so by the time I pull out it’s completely clean without a hint of cum to be seen. She wipes the drool from around her mouth with the back of her hand and I help her to her feet.

“You’re incredible,” I say, kissing her firmly on the lips before she has a chance to reply.

“I’ve never swallowed before. You taste good.”

“Well, in that case, we make a great couple.”

She smiles and tidies herself up while I do the same. We’re more than a great couple. We’re a perfect couple.