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  After our awesome time on my desk and pretty great fucking shower in my office bathroom, we went back to my place ordered food and stayed in bed the whole next day. Then we talked about slowing down on the sex for a bit and agreed that if we were seriously going to try to see if we had something other than lusty desire for each other, we’d have to actually stop having sex long enough to go out on another real date...her words not mine. I knew I still wanted to see her and get to know her. She was just so irresistible and insatiable. Just the thought of how she ran her soapy hands over my body then dropped to her knees and gave me, what I must say, was one of the best blow jobs I’d ever had. I’d had some good ones, hell, great ones, but this one... Fuck, now I’m hard and want to throw her on top of this table and have my way with her. Fuck me. She is really beautiful and so fucking smart.

  “Are you even listening to me, or is that stiffy you’re gripping under the table blocking your ears?” she laughed from across the table at one of my favorite restaurants.

  “Excuse me, Miss Harper, but you have no idea what you are talking about.” I placed both of my hands flat on the table in front of me and tried to adjust my erection by moving my hips.

  “What were you thinking about that got you” –she smiled at me and took my hand in hers, sliding her fingers over the palm of my hand— “all flushed and erect?” I jumped a bit when her stocking-covered foot pressed into my lap and against my cock.

  “I was remembering you on your knees in my office shower.” At my statement, it was her turn to blush. “I have to tell you it was simply…” she moved her foot again in a small circle. “Why are we abstaining again? It has been two days of torture for me to have you with me, being near you and in my bed and we can only kiss. You are driving me crazy.” I gritted through my teeth and had to cover her foot with my hand to stop her from moving it anymore. She was getting me back for getting up in the middle of the night last night and taking care of myself in the shower. Yes, we both agreed that we would hold off on the sex, but she wriggled her ass up against my dick while she was sleeping and I hated to do it, but had to go take care of business myself or I wasn’t going to be able to sleep at all. I didn’t want to wake her and I didn’t want to be the one to give in either. I didn’t want to keep it from her so I told her that I jerked off in the shower and she was pissed. I leaned forward and whispered, “You keep teasing me like that and I’ll throw you over this table and fuck you right here.”

  “Excuse me, but I believe it was your finger that was inside of me while we waited at that red light. Then you pulled out, licked your finger and continued driving.” She did her own leaning in and whispering. “I was so wet by the time we got here I had to take my panties off.” She sat straight back up in her seat as the waiter approached with our desert.

  “Sorry, but I think we have to take that to go. My lovely lady isn’t feeling well.” I handed the waiter enough cash to cover the meal, the tip and probably a month’s worth of Ramen noodles for him and a few of his friends. “If you can have that wrapped up by the time we get to the door that would be great.” The kid looked at the cash in his hand then back at me, and with a ‘yes, sir’ he was gone.

  “I’m fine. Why are we leaving?” I stood up to pull out her chair and pull her in front of me to hide my full on erection. She hadn’t had panties on for the past hour and she was just now telling me. She probably knew I would have had her in the bathroom or cloak room or hell the kitchen counter if I had known earlier. This no sex deal sucked and not in a good way.

  “Woman, you just told a man who has had a constant erection all night that you were so wet in the car that you had to take your panties off and have been sitting across from me this whole time exposed and then were playing with my dick under the table. I know we agreed to hold off on the sex, but if I don’t take care of myself or get inside you soon I’m going to have blue balls the size of the fucking moon.”

  ‘Well, since you put it that way,” she leaned up and licked my neck just above the collar of my shirt. “Which is closer...the nearest hotel or your place?”

  “There is a hotel down the block.” I did a double take when she pulled something out of her small purse. “Are those… those aren’t really…”

  “What? You don’t like my socks?” She threw them over her shoulder and walked out the door ahead of me with them laying casually over her coat. She fucking planned this. She fucking brought those socks. God damn I’m crazy about this woman.

  “Sir, don’t forget your chocolate cake and thanks for the tip I hope you…” I grabbed the box that held the slice of triple chocolate cake that we were going to split and before the kid could finish I was out the door and catching up to Olive.

  * * *

  “Would it be wrong or too soon to tell you that I really don’t want you to leave tomorrow?” I asked running my hand down her arm that was draped over my bare chest. We had barely gotten into the room before I had her pushed up against the door and was inside of her. I had to cover her mouth when she started moaning. God I loved hearing her say my name on her loud moan. It had me pumping into her faster only making me want to slow down so it lasted longer. This holding out shit had its benefits. We had sex three times and couldn’t seem to get enough of each other, and now I was lying here dreading her leaving. We didn’t even get to use the socks until the second time and that was only to blindfold her. I was really trying to hold off using them until we were back in her bed in Jersey and they could be used properly.

  “Would it be wrong or too soon to tell you that I really don’t want to leave tomorrow and I would love for you to come home with me?”

  She brushed her hand across my chest and rolled her fingers through the dusting of hair. She shook her head as if clearing it. “Let’s just enjoy the rest of the time we have together and not pressure what we have started.”

  “I’m sorry, not trying to pressure, but it’s really going to suck getting into this bed tomorrow night and not having you here after the last few nights.”

  “Yup, no pressure.” She laughed and it rumbled against my stomach.

  “So we will see where it goes.”

  “Yup, see where it goes. We could court long distance,” she chuckled. “You know like they used to back in the day, we could write letters and talk on the phone.”

  “I like the new way where I can get an instant response and half naked pics of you.”

  “Oh good, then I don’t have to send you any fully naked pics.”

  “Now, I didn’t say that.” I flipped over on top of her. “You can send me fully naked pics. I’ll send you fully naked pics.” I laughed as I kissed up her neck to just below her earlobe. She arched her back pushing her chest into mine. “I’ll even attach a little note to it.” My tongue slid down to her collar bone to the hollow of her neck. “I might even call you every once in a while just to hear you say my name.”

  “Murphy,” she whispered breathlessly and slipped her hand between our bodies wrapping her hand around my length. Fuck I love her hands on me.

  “Yea?”

  “Shut up.” She pecked my nose with a kiss then devoured my mouth with hers.

  Olive’s POV

  “SO HE TOOK you to the airport and ….”

  “And they literally had to pull us apart. It was so embarrassing.” I covered my face with my hand. “He had me pushed up against the wall just before I had to go through security. We were basically mauling each other. As soon as Murphy lifted my leg to his hip the TSA guy came over and told us we had to take it somewhere else or board the plane.” Monica dropped her head to her hands laughing.

  “Wow. You guys are like horny rabbits. I’m surprised you can walk after a weekend of banging.”

  “We took break for a couple of days.”

  “Really, how did that work out for you?”

  “We did it six times yesterday.”

  “Holy shit! And you are walking upright? I’m impressed.”

  “I had to ice my pelvi
s last night,” I laughed. It was true. My body was so sore all over. I had to soak in a hot bath when I got home yesterday afternoon and then grabbed an ice pack and headed to bed. I hadn’t gotten much sleep between Friday and yesterday. I texted Murphy when the plane landed. I told him I would text again when I got home, but that only lasted until I got out to the car that was waiting for me and he started the sexting with a pic of his tongue licking his bottom lip with an “I can still taste you in my mouth” comment. I was of course instantly wet and terribly aroused the whole ride home as we sent messages and pics back and forth. Mine couldn’t be too risqué with the driver just in the front seat. So there were a couple pics of my nipples through and under my shirt and bra. I even stealthily slipped my pants down just enough to snap a pic of my commando pussy since Murphy insisted on keeping my last clean pair of panties. I was of course rewarded with a pic of his hard on. As soon as I walked in my front door I headed right for my laptop. I went to my room, undressed, laid on my bed and logged into Skype. Murphy was waiting naked in his bed and we got each other off online.

  “You guys are kinky as hell. I could never…. I mean…”

  “Oh, once you get into it, your body just kind of takes over and you forget about the camera.”

  “So when do you think you will actually be in the same place again?”

  “He said he would try to get here after the holidays. Flights are so expensive and we both have holiday plans with our families.”

  “So you won’t be seeing each other for what, like almost three weeks?”

  “We will Skype and text. We aren’t putting any pressure on each other. We are going to enjoy what we’ve started and see where it goes from there.”

  “But you like him? I mean aside from the amazingly endless sex. You really like each other?”

  “Yeah we do. We do actually talk to each other. I know I’ve only told you about the sex,” I looked at Monica and raised my brows.

  “What? You are helping a sister out. Your details have definitely helped Stewart’s and my sex life. What do you guys talk about?”

  “Everything. Anything. Nothing. We watch the same shows and movies while we Skype. We check in with each other throughout the day.”

  “No sex in the office please.” Monica grumped.

  “Damn, there go our lunch plans.” I laughed when her head shot up from the papers she was pretending to be reading. “I’m kidding. I wouldn’t do that here.”

  “You did it in his office. On his desk no less.”

  “And you and Stewart did it on your desk, in your chair, on the couch and against the windows.” I stuck my tongue out at her and laughed at her blushing red face. “No one else knows I swear. I made sure your door was locked and found a place to hide so I couldn’t hear anything once it started.”

  “Oh my God, I’m mortified.”

  “Nothing to be mortified about. You seem to satisfy each other nicely. You are a bit loud though, but aren’t we all when the right guy hits just the right spot at just the right time.” I laughed and patted her hand.

  “Did you just say Murphy is the right guy for you?”

  “No,” fuck did I say that? “I… I… we were talking about you.”

  “You are falling for Murphy,” she scurried around her desk and stretched her arms out to me. “I’m so happy for you.” She pulled me to her. “Stewart told me to stay out of Murphy’s and your personal lives, but I knew you two would be perfect for each other. I just knew it.” She was so excited.

  “Well, I’m glad we could make you so happy with our liking each other and increase your sex life with details,” I laughed as I hugged her.

  “Maybe one night we can all get together.” She pulled back from me. “Damn it, I wish he lived closer.” Then she eyed me. “Fuck. If you guys get married, you’ll leave me.” She stomped her foot.

  “Did you just stomp your foot?” I couldn’t hold back my laugh. “And who the hell is talking about marriage? Are you trying to get rid of me?”

  “I did stomp my foot.” She pouted. “Someday you will get married and leave me. I don’t want to lose you, but …”

  “But, nothing. I’m not getting married anytime soon and I love you too much to leave you.” I pulled her back into a hug. “At least not while you are giving me a raise.” I laughed again when she gasped.

  “You are a sneaky little bitch.”

  “I learned from the best.”

  “That you did. Now get back to fucking work before I call Stewart over here to cheer me up and this time we’ll do it on your desk.” She waved her hand in dismissal of me.

  “Yuck.” I turned to head out of her office. “Just remember, payback is a mighty bitch and I’ve had great sex on a desk and yours looks like the perfect size.” I threw my head back in a full laugh and closed the door.

  * * *

  I wish I could say that I had enjoyed the holidays, but that wouldn’t be completely true. I mean I did have fun with my family and my friends. We had plans to go skiing and we went tubing, we had a couple cocktail gatherings and I even attended a passion party, which I had no plans of telling Murphy about. Monica, however, made it a point to post pictures of us all over Facebook and Instagram holding and fondling all kinds of things.

  M: Wtf have you got in your hand? Is that some guy’s dick? Why is Monica posting pics of you with some guy’s dick in your hand?

  M: Holy shit that dildo is … just Fucking Wow!

  M: Did you order that cream stuff? I asked Monica to send me a link I saw a couple things I want to order for us.

  M: Fuck I need to see you now! Woman!

  M: Woman! Get on Skype!

  M: Skype Woman!

  I didn’t know if it was good or bad, but we hadn’t had sex with each other in almost a month, but we had shared our releases over Skype at least three times a week in the last month. I had to admit it. I missed Murphy. We’d tried to schedule getting together, but with his meetings and Monica’s insane court schedule over the next month it wasn’t looking promising. Since we couldn’t physically be together, it had allowed us the time we needed to get to know each other. We had dinner via Skype pretty much every night. We still watched movies and television together. We left our laptops on through the night and virtually sleep together. Monica said it was weird, yet kind of cool. Sometimes we could have our Skype windows open and not even talk to each other. I’d be reading and he’d be working, but it was like we were together in the same room. We’d told our families about each other and they’d joined in on some of our Skype nights. We’d virtually had dinner with each other’s parents.

  M: Woman I can’t take this anymore. I have to see you.

  O: Murphy we’ve talked about this. Our schedules both suck right now.

  M: Fuck the schedules

  O: Says the millionaire…lol

  M: I’m done with this long distance shit. I miss touching you. I miss tasting you. I fucking miss you.

  O: I miss you too. We are virtually together all of the time

  M: Fuck virtually

  O: Murphy

  O: Murphy?

  O: Hello?

  M: Sorry I was tracking a package

  O: Omg what did you order now? You pretty much ordered the whole catalog …lol

  M: Open your door and find out

  O: You had it delivered here?

  M: Where else would I have it shipped?

  O: You did this on purpose. You know it is my cozy night and I’m not dressed. Crap is that the delivery guy? Murphy! Get on Skype so I can yell at you

  M: You’ll love it

  Of course my heart skipped a beat recalling when he sent me the flowers and then he showed up on my doorstep. Would he really do that again? I checked my reflection in the bedroom mirror just in case. I had my cozy pajama shirt on that Murphy had bought me for Christmas and the socks he sent too. They were the best socks ever, so soft and had the skid things on the bottom so I didn’t fall on my ass when I walked on my wood floors. I
checked my reflection again in the hall mirror then waved a dismissive hand in front of me. If he is at the door it is his own fault that I’m a mess due to his lack of warning. I took a deep breath and gripped the door knob. One more soothing breath and I pulled the door open.

  “Christ woman, it took you fucking long enough. You look gorgeous and didn’t need to keep checking yourself.” Murphy scooped me up in his arms and planted his cold lips to my warm mouth. “Damn I missed these lips.” He kissed me again with more intensity. “Best thing about being this cold is pressed against your tits like this is making your nipples rock hard.”

  “Yeah and the best thing about my body being this warm and pressed against you is making your dick rock hard.” I pressed my hand to the front of his pants.

  “I love you in that nightshirt.” He pulled back from me and held my arms apart so he could look my body up and down.

  “Yeah, well,” I stepped back from him and turned my back to him as I headed away from the door. “I think I’m a little over heated now.” I pulled the shirt over my head revealing my bare back to him and threw the shirt at him.

  “Woman.” He pulled the shirt from his shoulder and tossed it toward the couch as he took a large step towards me, followed by the removal of his coat and boots.