He smiled at the scarf she had wrapped around her head, the puff of her curls coming out the top.

This Tuesday was totally relaxed. It warmed him that she’d feel safe enough with him to let her guard down this way.

He worked for a while longer before he allowed himself to look at her again and this time she was looking right back.

“You must like what you see, mister. You sure are looking over my way a lot.”

He grinned. “I most definitely like what I see. I’d give it five stars any day of the week. I’m sorry. I know you’re trying to work.”

She stood and walked to him. He swiveled his chair to take in the full majesty of the way she moved, her attention totally on him, the left side of her mouth quirked up.

Tuesday climbed into his lap, straddling him and wrapping her arms around his neck. “I can take a break.”

“This day keeps getting better and better.” He palmed her breasts through her shirt and she pressed into his touch.

“Now I guess I’m interrupting your work.”

“Whatever shall I do about that?”

“Maybe I might need a little correction.”

She undulated her hips, brushing herself against his cock as she said it and he saw spots for a moment. Probably because all the blood in his brain rushed to his lap.

She leaned her upper body back and whipped her shirt off. He banded an arm around her waist and hauled her close for a kiss.

He made a sound in his chest. Bone-deep pleasure at her taste, at her weight in his lap, at the heat of her skin seeping through his own shirt.

But mostly, as happened every time, it was a sound of appreciation at the way she bared herself to him totally when they had sex. She demanded what she wanted. Took it if it pleased her. Made him deliver it in whatever way she liked.

She thought that it was he who held the power because he liked to hold her wrists or be in charge.

He might have been in charge, but she was the one who held the power because he’d have done anything for her. Anything. Because she’d given herself so frankly.

He slid his mouth down her throat and gasped at her whispered plea.

He stood, giving her a moment to wrap herself around him before he headed to his room. Animals scattered, excited by movement.

Ezra cursed as a cat nearly got squashed, though fortunately he kept them from sprawling.

He put her down before he dropped her. “Come on.”

She took his hand and he led her upstairs, across the landing and then pointed to a ladder. “Up.”

No animals up here. Just a reading loft he escaped to.

“Wow.” She looked around at the soft couch and chairs, the shelves full of books and the skylight overhead. “This is such a treat. I love this.”

“So you said you wanted to see if you liked rug burn.” He pushed the sleep pants he’d been wearing down, freeing his cock. “Let’s test it out.”

She dropped to her knees, set her glasses on a nearby table and went to it with such zeal and skill he nearly came the first five minutes.

He wanted to come so much. It felt so good with her right then. But he wanted it to last, too. He fought himself as she took him closer, her nails scoring down the backs of his legs and up again, then over the back of his balls which sent a hard slice of pleasure through him.

Right on the very edge, he stepped back, his hand at her shoulder. “Remember, I like to come in you best. It’s your turn now. Jesus, Tuesday, you’re killing me.”

She was. Still kneeling. Topless. Moonlight on her skin. Her nipples drawn up into hard, dark beads. Her luscious lips swollen and slick from sucking him off.

He stepped from his pants and sat on the low, wide couch. “Come here.”

He’d been up there just the night before and it had occurred to him he should show Tuesday the loft and if they got up there one thing could easily lead to another with them so he’d put a few condoms in a container on a side table.

He rolled the condom on, nearly choking when she decided to obey his call to come to him by crawling on hands and knees, juicy ass swaying from side to side.

When she reached the couch, she stood, discarded her panties and climbed up onto him but he stopped her from putting his cock inside.

“We need to make you ready. What sort of guy would I be if I didn’t make extra sure you were nice and wet?”

He slid a fingertip through her pussy. She was hot and slick. Both of them groaned as he fluttered over her clit.

Her tortured plea broke over him like a wave of sex. The fingers he’d had on her nipple tightened as he tugged just a little harder.

She writhed. “Yes.”

His cock was so hard right then it was as if every pulse beat was a hammer.

On his lap she was fire wrapped in velvet.

He collared her throat as he squeezed her clit gently and she cried out, coming in a hot rush.

That’s when he found her entrance and pressed into her body hard and deep, the heat of her, the embrace of muscles still twitching and contracting after a climax, welcomed him and sank its nails into his belly, dragging him right to the edge of climax yet again.

But he needed her to go again first. He wanted to make her feel so good every time they were together he’d be burned into her memory. His touch would obliterate anyone who came before. He yearned for more of that sound she made when he hit just the right spot deep inside.

She made it and his fingers at her hip tightened.

She made it again.

“I need you to come again. Selfishly, you feel really good around me when I come. But I also love to watch when you climax. Perfection. And I think you should do it because my hands are full.” He nipped her bottom lip and she shivered.