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I took the steps two at a time deciding I couldn’t even wait the minute I would need for the elevator to arrive.

I sped up when I got to the last step and ran outside heading to the garden where my beauty is.

She turned when she saw me and smiled nervously. I like that she still has that nervousness around me. It was a window to the gentle softness that I loved about her, and that sweetness that made me want her.

Before she could say anything, I went over to kiss her. If anyone didn’t know we were together before, and they were passing by, they would certainly know now.

I also knew the guys would be watching from the window, but again I didn’t care.

I cared about right now, and this kiss that filled my entire body with longing, want, and desire for this woman.

I wanted her.

I couldn’t stop the want even when I knew I should tone down touching her a notch if only for the sake of being in public.

My cock stirred and hardened as the kiss grew more intense and then I knew there was no way we could wait to get to my car, or even to get home.

I pulled away from her as a plan brewed in my mind.

My office. There was a little room in my office where I kept stuff, nothing specific just stuff.

I took hold of her hand and led her straight there. Neither of us needed to speak because maybe like Jeff’s twins we have a hive mind too. We knew exactly what the other was thinking, and I knew she knew how much I wanted her right now.

The minute we got in my office I recaptured her lips and we’re tearing off each other’s clothes. We made it to the room which I now saw was perfect because of the privacy it offers. She can scream as much as she wanted in here while I pleasure her.

I finished taking off her top and her bra then lifted her up and place her on the table. It has some of my old books on it which I push aside to make room. All she has on is the skirt and those juicy breasts bounce on impact as she settled down.

God she’s perfect.

I go straight for the little puckered nipples, holding her waist and sucking on her. She moaned as I bury my face between the massive globes and draw in the scent of her. Soft, flowery, feminine and sexual.

It drove me crazy.

I could smell the sweet nectar scent of her arousal too.

“Tristan.” She called my name as I sucked and she writhed beneath me as I slid my fingers inside her delicious center.

She’s soaked, her panties are saturated with it and I wished I could keep them and bottle the scent.

I moved from her delicious tits to where my hands are and part her legs so I can get a good look. The minute I do I nearly come right there.

“Baby, you’re so beautiful.” I say, completely loving the half pained, half pleasure filled look on her face.

I then burrow my face in her center and lick her clean, licking and sucking until she comes again and screams. I’m not sure the walls are proofed enough to conceal that. But I don’t care. This is my office and I can do whatever the hell I want in here with my woman.

I enjoy the taste of her and rise to undo my pants. Somehow I always manage to have most of my clothes on while she’s practically naked, but for the skirt and the barely there lace panties she’s wearing.

She pulled in a sharp breath and stopped me, hopping off the table and pressing her hands against my chest.

“No, I’m not waiting until we get home to enjoy you.” She laughed. “You get me first every time and then my brain turns to mush and I can’t do anything.”

I laughed at her words and take hold of her delicate arms. Her skin was smoother than silk and softer than anything I’ve ever felt before.

“Okay Miss Carter, enjoy me baby.” I released her and spread my arms wide giving myself to her.

A saucy smile lights up her face that I’ve only seen a few times when she’s most comfortable with me. It’s good to see it again, because it means she’s getting used to me.

And, I know what she means about enjoying me, but I wasn’t sure which of us would enjoy what she was about to do to me more. Me or her.

My tie was already loose so she took that off and threw it over by the door, then she quickly undoes the buttons to my shirt, backs it off down my shoulders and starts kissing my chest, the way I would kiss her too when I had the patience to slow down.

Fire.

That was all I can describe it as, because of the heat I feel that licked at my skin as she kissed me.

I felt like I was on fire and I could barely contain myself as she kissed her way down my chest, and down to my waist, and started undoing my trousers.

Fuck. I didn’t know if I could stand it. I didn’t know if I can handle the rush of desire and ecstasy that washed over my body.

I don’t remember ever feeling like this with anyone, and she’s barely done anything to me yet. It was just a touch with simple kisses.

I hear the sound of my belt buckle clinking as she undoes it, and I watch the excitement on her face when she pushes the pants down and my cock juts free from the restraint.

I’m practically bursting but I want her to enjoy me. I want her to taste me and feel those glossy, full, lips on my cock.

The minute I think it she does it, as if she knew what I was thinking. Then I realize she does know. This woman knows exactly what I’m thinking, because she knows everything there is possible to know about me.

This is why everything feels so different with her. It’s all because of that. She can just look at me and she knows what I want. She knows what I like.

Just like I know what she likes.

She wrapped one slender hand around my erection, lowered her pretty little head and takes me into her mouth, gliding her tongue over my shaft in rasping strokes. I wince as she sucks me, moving her lips back and forwards over my cock. Her head going up and down. I was already rock hard but this is too much and I felt my cock swell to bursting point. I felt a little juice escape me but she takes it like she always does. I watch her working me with those lips and reach down to take one of those juicy breasts. She likes that.

It was a big mistake to move because I feel like I’m coming and I release her little nipples and fight back my release with a deep breath and a groan that builds from deep inside my chest.

It’s too much now. I have to have her.

“Baby, I need you,” I groaned.

She gets up and turns, pushing her beautiful ass out ready for me. I don’t waste time trying to take off the panties or the skirt. I just move the skirt which looks hot anyway and shift the panties to one side.

Then slide right into her delicious folds. She moans with the pleasure pressing into me, and continues to moan as I start pumping.

I know this won’t be anything close to our long sessions of fun, but we have all day for that. I plan to do this to her again a few more times before the day is out.

I sped up, pumping into her, and really give it to her, just the way she liked. She liked it hard so I gave it to her, and I grip onto her waist so I didn’t hurt her. I wanted her to feel maximum pleasure.

I felt her come again after an orgasm seized her and the tightness of her center clenching my cock is what broke me, fueling my own release.

I pounded into her and we both cried out from the intensity of the pleasure that surged through us.

I saw stars, and the world faded in and out. Phasing around us like someone’s cutting it away.

I took a moment to adjust and calm my breathing before I’m able to check that she’s okay.

Zoe’s resting against the table, breathing hard.

“Baby, are you okay?” I panicked when she hesitated and I reached for her.

“I’m okay.” She exhales.

I turn her to face me and I see that her cheeks are red and her skin is completely flushed, but glowing. She looks like she’s had sex, and if we were to walk outside now anyone would know, just from the sight of us. I know I look the same as her, because I feel it.

She gave me a little smile and rested her head against my chest.

“Was I too rough?” I asked holding her.

“No, I’m okay.” She looked up and I lowered to kiss her.

She was the one that ends the kiss, although I want more.

“I should let you go before someone needs you.” She said and moved to pick up her clothes. She got her bra first and started fixing it back on herself, but there was something I saw in her eyes that caught my attention.

I wasn’t sure what it was, but she almost looked like how she did when she was trying to hide something from me.

“I was heading home.” I told her and I started gathering my clothes too.

“So soon?” She asked not looking at me.

Yes, there was something wrong. She was avoiding eye contact. I watch her move to the little toilet cubicle and disappear around the corner.

“I was going to surprise you,” I explained. “Zoe are you sure you’re okay?”

I heard the toilet flush and then the tap running so I drag my boxers and pants on and make my way in there to see if she’s okay.

She doesn’t look at me, even when I touched her arm.

“Baby.”

“Hmmm.” She breathed and looked at me only then.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Tristan you fuss over me too much.” She scolded and offered a smile, but I could tell something’s wrong. “You were going to surprise me at home?”

“With a Mexican feast,” I say taking hold of her hands and pulling her back out to the room.

I’m determined to get the sparkle back in her eyes.

“You were going to cook?” She smiled and I almost believe she’s okay then that uneasy look returned and I’m on edge again. I can’t keep asking her if she’s okay. It would be weird to ask again, even though I can see now looking at her face to face that she isn’t.

“I was, still can.”

“I thought you’d be busy later.”

“Is that why you came to see me? I’m touched you missed me so much.” I tried to joke.

“I was thinking that it’s been awhile since you went out at night, so I thought I’d come by just in case.” She shrugged.

I released her hands and she runs her hands through her hair. Her ponytail had come loose from our wild love making.

“Babe, if I was going out I would be taking you with me.”

She looked at me giving me a blank expression that I can’t read. “Well who knows what can happen during the day. I mean you…um still haven’t had that date with Beth right.” Her voice shook a little as she said that, and I felt numb.

“Beth?”

She turns away from me and loosens the band around her hair releasing the silky locks.

“Beth.” She said in a flat tone.

Panic fills me as I realize my fears are coming to light. She’s beginning to question us being together. I take hold of her arm and turn her back to face me.

“Zoe, you think I want to go out with Beth? When I’m with you?”

“Are you…are you with me?”

There, that was it. This was what was wrong.

Her eyes searched mine, and I feel like I’m losing her.

I couldn’t lose her. Not her. I would give up everything I have, all of it any day, but I couldn’t lose her.

“Be my girl.” I looked back at her with determination.

“You always call me your girl.” She smiled, but it’s not one for pleasantry. It’s the kind you give when you’re just trying to be nice.

“You know what I mean Zoe. Be my girl, my woman. Be with me.” I’d never said that to anyone before. I’ve never had to, and maybe I saw the novelty of such thing as trivial. However, there was nothing trivial about how I felt for her.

I did want her to be mine.

“Tristan we’ve been together for six weeks. Before that you were…”

Here we go. “A man-whore.” I filled in and I look down feeling ashamed of myself.

Her gentle touch on my chin broke through the regret I felt. She lifted my chin, raised on the tips of her toes to kiss my jaw.

“I need time, just to think about it. Let me think about it.” Although she looked like I should be positive, her words didn’t match what she’s saying to me.

Because what she’s saying is she doesn’t know if she wants to be with me because she doesn’t trust me.

She knew me, and that very thing that made us so great together is my downfall.

She knew me. She’d seen what I’ve been like for a good twenty years, and six weeks won’t change that.

What she doesn’t know is that it was so clear to me now that for all our twenty years of friendship I was blind and never saw what was right in front of me.

No one comes close to Zoe, no one at all. They couldn’t even try.

“Can you give me time?”

“Yeah of course.” I tried to pretend I was cool with it, but I’m not.

“Come here.” She said crooking her finger for me to lower to kiss her.

When I did and I kissed her I wanted to devour her. I wanted to show her that I was not what she thought, but I don’t know where I would even begin to start unravelling twenty year’s worth of the character she knew me to be?