Robyn calls me on my office line first thing on Tuesday morning catching me completely off guard. She never calls my office line, which should have been the first indication.

"Why didn't you tell me you were seeing someone?!" Her voice is a little shrill and a lot accusatory.

"What? I, I'm not? What do you mean?" I stutter.

"Dan saw you with some guy last night Al, he said you looked like you were in love or something!" she shrieks. Oh god. The blood rushes to my head and my ears. I can actually feel them burning. "I told him it couldn't have been you because you're my best friend and I'd know if you were in love or something but he was adamant. And now that I hear your voice I'm inclined to think he was right to be adamant."

My heart jerks in my chest like it's just been defibrillated. Dan saw Jake and I. What are the bloody chances? When does a thing that's not a one-night stand become more than a thing? Was it when your best friend's fiancé sees you kissing the thing outside a restaurant?

I really need to stop calling Jake a thing.

"Where was this?" I ask tentatively. Of course I know where it was. I'm just trying to buy myself time to formulate an explanation / excuse that she will understand / buy.

"Oh come on Al, you know perfectly well where. At the Docks. Are you saying it wasn't you? Dan mistook you for someone else? I told him he should have come over and said hello but he said he didn't want to interrupt. Then you got in the guys car and drove off," She says. She makes 'drove off' sound like 'stamped on a puppy'. I begin to feel guilty but defensive. Why couldn't this just be something I kept to myself until I figured out what it was?

I try and ignore the part of me that wants to keep it to myself, and the part that doesn't know what it is. I'm wondering why of all the places in all of London, Dan would happen to be there at that time. It's a law of probability I can't even get my head round. It doesn't matter now though. She knows.

"Well..??" she presses.

I need to tell her. It was stupid to think I could keep it a dirty little secret. As exciting as dirty little secrets might sound to some people, it doesn't really appeal to me. Anyway I don't want him to be that. I really don't. I take a deep breath.

"Are you busy tonight? I'd rather talk to you in person about it all," There's a few seconds of silence on the phone before she speaks.

"I'll come over about 7. See you later then. Bye.," she says abruptly and then she's gone.

Well this should be fun. She'll come over and demand to known why I kept this from her. Why did I? I think maybe if she knew the full story, about how we met here that night when he was hurt, and the club ruse, then there's a chance she would understand the why of hiding it. But I can't tell her that without spilling Jake's secrets, and one of my own - treating a knife injury without reporting it.

Just before lunch Anna buzzes through to me to tell me there's someone in the waiting room asking to see me who isn't a patient. By the girly lilt to her voice, I know immediately that its Jake . So he obviously has that effect on women in general then and not just me, which is sort of comforting I suppose. I stand up and get ready to chastise him for coming to my office without an appointment but then he walks in, and like always all rational thought leaves my brain. It turns to syrup as usual - warm, sticky and slow moving.

He's wearing his usual casual orgasm inducer of a t-shirt, Jeans and a pair of ray bans. He takes off his sunglasses as he comes in and before the door has even closed behind him fully he's on me, kissing me hard and pulling me into his warm hard heat.

"Mmmmm I missed you Dr Marlowe," He murmurs as he kisses a trail down my neck. "I hate the way we left it last night. I really don't want you thinking I'm someone I'm not," he says, placing another kiss and light bite on my neck. My eyes close over in bliss. "I thought since I'm not allowed to send you flowers anymore I'd send you something else instead," He grabs my hand and rubs it against the front of his jeans. A small moan escapes my mouth at the feel of him semi hard under my fingers. He grabs the bottom of my dress and begins sliding it up my thighs, groaning sensually at my touch. He manages to get it up halfway before my mind jolts back into reality.

"Jake. Stop. Not here, are you mad?" I grab his hands in mind to stop his attempt at undressing of me. He stops and looks at me with a bite of his lip like a little boy who's just been told off. Adorable. Mad, but adorable.

"You sure?" he eyes the high bed against the wall and gives me a wicked look. He can't be serious?  Oh lord he is serious. He is insane. My insides clench deliciously at the thought of him taking me here but I drown it with an icy rational one. "Ok then fine, not here," he says, looking disappointed before reaching forward to kiss me again.

Kissing him in my office feels wrong but I let him do it anyway because he tastes and smells divine and because I seem to have lost control of my brain. "But have lunch with me then? Or, and this is my preference, we go back to yours have each other for lunch?" he gives me another wicked look and licks his lips. My stomach flutters and I break out in goose bumps all over.    Go home and have him for lunch.   I stare at him partially in shock, but then the clenching starts again and a warm delicious heat starts to spread across my body and between my legs. My desk phone buzzes again and I drag myself from his heat to answer it. Jake growls in frustration as I press the loud speaker button.

"Yes?" I say, trying not to sound breathless and turned on.

"Hey Alex, I'm just checking if you're on lunch now? Will I hold your calls?" Anna still has the lilt to her voice. It's more knowing than girly now. I look at Jake, whose eyes are on fire and unflinching and already roaming my fully clothed body as though I'm naked. I'm not seriously considering saying no to him am I?

No, I'm not.

"Yes please Anna. When is my next appointment?" I ask.

I hear tapping of the keyboard "Mrs Kavanagh, 2pm" she says.

"Ok, then I'll be back by 2," I hang up. I'm really doing this. But it's necessary. I wont be able to concentrate all afternoon if I don't have him now and that would be doing my patients a disservice. I walk back to him shaking my head in disbelief. I feel totally wild.

"Ok, meet me at my house? I keep a key in under the white plant pot by the door," I tell him. He frowns at that. "I'll leave in 10 minutes. I don't want it to look too obvious," I say. I'm not ready to explain Jake to work people when I haven't even explained him to Rob yet. He leans in to kiss me, soft and slow, licking at my mouth in that way he does.

"Leave in 5 minutes," he says. "I think it already looks fucking obvious," He smiles pushing my hand down to his ever-hardening crotch again. My cheeks flame. Oh god. "See you soon," He says with a lick of his lips before exiting my office.

Oh god, Anna and Katie will know anyway. They'll see him and then me, and then they'll know. They probably already know. For some reason I'm really glad that Sam is on calls today.

I pace the office for 7 minutes wondering what the hell has become of me. Leaving work in the afternoon for sex with a man I've known a fortnight. Just as I begin to have a modicum of self-doubt, I get an image of his hard, tattooed body and I recall the feel of him above me and his mouth all over me and his hips thrusting as he slides his....

I moan aloud before grabbing my bag and rushing out of the office. I try not to run past the reception desk but I notice a flicker of an insightful smile from Anna anyway as I tell her I'm off out for lunch.

As I drive to my house I continue trying to rationalise my behaviour. Or to be more precise, over-analyse it. I certainly don't recognise myself these past few weeks but I'm also not about to deny myself an afternoon of pleasure with Jake just because it feels out of character. I'm sure bungee jumping and skydiving feel completely out of character for those not used to doing it. But they're the kinds of experiences that warm you on a deathbed, or chill you by their absence. Regret is the worst thing imaginable to me. Specifically regret over something not done.

There are things that I've done that I've regretted of course, but that's a waste of energy. I tend to think of things done and regretted as lessons. Lessons to show you the right way to do things next time. Things not done and regretted though are opportunities missed and that's a torturous absence of experience that could haunt you forever - especially if you're prone to over thinking, which I am. I don't want Jake to be an opportunity missed, or a regret chilling me on my deathbed. I want memories of him to warm me later on.

I glance at the clock on the dash as I pull up to my house: 12:23pm. The sight of his car parked in my driveway sends a warm fuzzy thrill through me, joining all the other warm thrilling feelings that are going through me. I like knowing that he's inside, waiting for me. I close the door and hang my coat on the rack before slipping off my shoes. I glance into the living room before tiptoeing tentatively up the stairs to my bedroom.

An image of him naked on my bed, dealing with his erection, as he waited for me appears in my mind. I swallow. God, I'm so turned on right now. The door to my bedroom is slightly open but the curtains are closed, and as I push it open I feel as though my heart is about to beat through my chest so I take a few deep breaths to try and slow it.   I can't see him, but I can smell him. I can always smell him now. Immediately I feel him behind me his hands on my bare arms, scorching me with the heat from his body.

"What took you so fucking long?" He says quietly, his voice hoarse. I move to turn around to face him but his grip on my arms tighten and he keeps me facing straight ahead, forcing me to face away from him. I just manage to gather that he's completely naked. "Don't move," He whispers and then reaches up to grab the clip from my hair so that it tumbles down my back. His fingers sift through it softly and I hear him inhale. Then he brushes it round over my right shoulder and presses his mouth to the side of my neck. I close my eyes and drop my head back onto him as he skims his tongue and lips up to meet my ear. Through my dress I feel the hard outline of his erection and it makes me move into him. I want it against my skin, inside my body but the barrier of fabric between us is a tease heightening the sensation.

"We don't have a lot of time Jake. I need to get back soon," I whisper as he continues to kiss, nip and lick my throat. I think he could make me climax just from this coupled with the feeling of his erection pushing through the material of my dress from behind. The fact that he's totally and utterly naked and I'm fully dressed in my work clothes is turning me on too.

"Shhh baby," he whispers softly. "I need you to be quiet right now okay?" I nod but naughtily grind my bum into him making him groan against my neck. I love it when he makes that sound, it does things to me. Warm liquid things.

He brings his hand around and across my stomach, then slides it lower, pressing his fingers against the front of my crotch and pulls me into him more as he continues kissing me. I'm always surprised by how gentle and controlled he is and how much I want to tear him apart. How did I become the sexual aggressor and him the gentle controlled lover? He skims his other hand down over my bum and slips it through the slit of my dress between my legs. As the side of his hand grazes the outside of my knickers I gasp.

"So wet for me baby," he whispers against my ear. Yes. I was.

I inch my legs apart to let him confirm what he already knows. I desperately want to turn around and see his face, to kiss those lips and look into those eyes but he said not to move or speak and I want to obey him. Instead I moan and move into his hand so he knows that I'm with him, that I want and need him.

"Did you get wet in your office thinking about me?" He breathes against my ear. I feel my fingers curl with need, the need to wrap around his thick warm length. "Were you wet as you drove over here?" He moves his other hand up and around my back, stopping at the top of my neck where he massages softly. "Were you?"

"I thought you wanted me to be quiet?" I smile.

He chuckles sexily. "Fine. You can answer my questions but that's it," he says before going back to kissing my neck. Licking then sucking, trailing his hot tongue up to my ear where he bites gently. "Tell me,"

"Yes, I was wet thinking about you. In the office and in the car," I tell him. I'm surprised by my response. I'd never dream of admitting such a thing. That's what he does to me, takes me out of myself and makes me over into someone else. Someone I barely recognize.

He makes a moaning sound in response and begins rubbing me harder through my underwear making my legs tremble, destabilising me. I will never get tired of him touching me. I always want him touching me. Saying erotic things to me. Kissing me. I want all of him. I am in so much trouble here.

"Christ Alex, I honestly can't stop thinking about you," he growls, almost like the fact frustrates him. When he talks again his voice is softer, whispery, his accent peppering every syllable. "About your body... About touching you... and kissing you... fucking you..." he bites my earlobe again, nibbling then sucking it. Somehow I manage to remain standing and absorb his touch and his words without disintegrating. He unbuttons the neck of my dress and begins to unzip it slowly. Too slowly. He's too slow and I'm desperate to touch him and I can't hold back anymore.   I bring my hands around behind me and place them on his thighs running my nails up and down as I push back into his hardness. "I hated holding back from you last night," he whispers, "Dropping you off and driving home alone. I wanted you so fucking much," He says between kisses. "Do you know what I had to do?" I say nothing. I sway against him as he strokes and kisses me sensually. "Do you?"

"What?" I whisper.

"Guess. It involves my hand...and a very vivid image of you naked," He groans low in his throat again and somewhere down low another mini rupture occurs. "I pictured you wet and screaming my name as I fucked you. I pictured you when I came.." He says in a whispery dreamy tone.  

His graphic sexual language spoken in a soft lilting tone creates a strange juxtaposition of words and images. I feel hypnostised by him, by his touches on my body and his words in my ear and my mind is helpless not to picture him doing that to himself last night as I dig my fingers into his thighs harder. He knows I'm picturing it. He wanted me to picture it, that's why he told me.

He peels open the back of my dress and I feel the cold air hit my warm skin, before he slips it off my shoulders. It's slides it down my body where it pools on the floor and then I'm standing in my underwear as he begins to delicately caress my body with hot teasing hands.

"I want to see you now. Please..." I pant.

He turns me around to face him. Holy Christ. He's without doubt the most erotic thing I've ever seen. His face is flushed and gorgeous, his lips wet and full and his eyes hot. I want to touch him everywhere. I want to memorise his body with my hands as well as my eyes. Placing my hands on his chest, I begin tracing my fingers across his body, running them over the shapes of his tattoos, then up his arms and shoulders, and the side of his face before running my fingers through his hair.  I pull at his hair gently and his head tilts back, his eyes widening with lust. The need to consume him comes over me, fierce and desperate, but instead I settle for a nibble of his bottom lip, sucking on it before biting it between my teeth. He makes a delicious breathy sound and I release his mouth and his hair and slide I my hands down his body, stopping just above his now fully hard penis. I want to touch it but I remember his reaction the last time I tried to, so I look up at him for permission.

His eyes are heavy lidded but not forbidding and the side of his mouth curls slightly which I take as a yes. Keeping my eyes on his, I slide my hand softly up the underside to test his reaction. His eyes close and his head falls back, a soft moan coming from his mouth. I run my hand up and over the tip it and then take it firmly in my hand, flicking my thumb over the sticky moist end.

"Fuck...." he breathes. His skin here is so soft, but he's as hard as steel in my hand as I grip him tighter, massaging and squeezing the length of him. I want to taste him, feel him in my mouth as I suck and run my tongue over him. I want to watch him come as I do it. When I start to push him toward my bed he smirks again, but complies straight away taking slow deliberate steps backwards until we reach the bed where he lets me push him down onto it.

He looks dazed and his breathing is short and sharp as I push his legs apart and lower myself to my knees between them. As I run my hands up his thighs, which are thick and hard under my fingers, he sits up his elbows making the muscles in his stomach flex. He looks enthralled. His gaze on me is focused and intense and the heat from them warm my entire almost unclothed body.

I bring my hand back between his legs and take hold of him at the base trying to do my best to act confident and focused as I lower my head to his length. What on earth am I talking about? I am confident and focused. I'm definitely focused - I've never been so focused. And confidence is not something I normally lack. But here now.. God I want this to be the best he's ever had.    I'm probably aiming to high. But then, I have been called an over-achiever.

Holding onto that thought, I shift forward on my knees and bring my mouth to where it needs to be. Just before I take him inside me I close my eyes and I feel his hand on my head.

"Look at me Alex. I want you looking at me," his tone is commanding but sensual and my eyes snap open. He smiles and settles back, tilting his head to the side slightly.

My first thought as my tongue touches him is that he tastes incredible, smooth and warm and kind of sweet - it makes my mouth water around him. I keep my eyes firmly on him, watching as his body jerks and his own eyes close over despite what he just said to me. Which I think is funny. His breaths speed up as I run my tongue over the tip, swirling it around the end, before sucking hard. "Fuck baby..." he moans, clearly trying to keep his head up and his eyes open.   I smile before pushing him deep to the back of my throat. His intake of breath is loud and sharp.

"Jesus Christ... Alex...that's...fucking hell..." He moans, gripping the bed so hard that his knuckles begin to turn slightly white. Oh, I like him like this - sexually arrogant, dominant Jake coming undone on my bed. Not a sight I'm likely to forget in a hurry.

I move my mouth up and down, sucking hard, running my tongue around the top in a combination of hard and soft, fast and slow.  He lifts his head back up and gives me a look of such utter enthrallment that it almost makes me think that this is the first time a girl has ever done this to him.

He reaches forward and captures my hair in his hand, pulling me down onto him as he tilts his hips up off the bed deeper into my mouth. I moan around him and move my other hand from his thigh down to the sensitive parts between his legs, where I massage tenderly. I flick the tip out of my mouth and back in before licking the entirety of him as though he's an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. Except he tastes better than that. I watch him with a rapt expression, loving every jerk of his body and flex of his stomach and bite of his lip.

"Alex I'm going to come. Fuck please don't stop," He curses and a second later his body jerks and his thick wet warmth floods into my mouth and down my throat. He lies back flat on the bed and moans deliciously, breathing hard, his thighs tensing and releasing as I continue to suck and massage and swallow.

When he finally comes to a slow stop, I take one final long suck and then remove him from my mouth, planting a small soft kiss on the end.

As I climb up and lie down next to him he's breathing hard and fast, and has a small, satisfied smile on his face, his eyes closed. When he opens his eyes and looks at me, his smile widens, and it's his contagious canine smile which makes me smile back. God he's so bloody gorgeous. It's almost ridiculous how much so.

"Well that was fucking amazing..." he says before leaning over to kiss me. "Thank you,"

"My pleasure. Glad you liked. An improvement on my previous bedside manner I hope?" I giggle.

As he stares at me I realise, with the same degree of force as a kick to the stomach, that I'm falling for him. In fact I'm in mid fall already. It's just that it's happening in slow motion.

I look away, scared that my face will give me away, and glance instead at the clock on my bedside - It's just after one. Still ages yet. He moves into me and with his fingers on my chin pulls my head back round to face him. As he stares into my eyes as he reaches up to stroke the side of my face before moving his fingers down my neck and chest to my breast. Falling.

"Not fair... you're not totally naked," he smiles casting a glance down my body. So we have two sexy in-jokes.

I bite my lip and glance down to his still semi hard cock resting across his thigh. "Hmmm.... something else sort of came up," I smile. "I got distracted."

His face turns serious then and he looks back at me. "I like that I distract you. Means we're even," He leans over and kisses me hard, tasting my mouth fully like he always does. He kisses a path down my jaw to my neck breathing me in. "Because you are honestly all I can think about these days Alex.." He whispers against my skin.

"Mm sorry about that," I tell him.

"Don't be. I like thinking about you," He places a kiss between my breast and flicks his eyes up to me. That mouth of his and the things he says with it. He must have said this stuff a thousand times. Because he never has to try very hard to get girls. I close my eyes and try and push the thought of how successful his mouth is from my head. The thought only makes me feel sick, nervous and afraid. I can over think his words later. Instead I run my hands up his back and into his hair as I lie back and enjoy the feel of his mouth on me. It's hot and focused and so good.

"You know what I like better than thinking about you?" another kiss on my neck.

"What?" I ask, eyes closed.

"Being with you," another kiss and then a lick. "I like that better. I like this better," he growls quietly, biting the side of my breast gently. He moves up my body and kisses me gently on the mouth, holding himself up by his elbows so that he's hovering above me. He looks deep into my eyes as he brushes my hair away from my face. "I never actually thought this would happen you know, not really," He says as his fingers stroke the side of my face, and across my lips. I wait for him to expand but he doesn't.

"Never thought what would happen?" His eyes are fixed on me, but they're distant too as though he's miles away, holding onto some memory.

"Us" he says. I cant breathe. Us. Were we an us? If we were an 'us' then we definitely weren't 'a thing' "I never thought I stood a fucking chance with you," he says, smiling a little.

I blink a few times in , my face contorting in confusion. What on earth is he talking about? He never stood a chance with me? I'm the one that never stood a chance with him, against him. I was bulldozed.

Just as I'm about to speak a loud vibrating noise comes from the bedside table. His mobile. He ignores it for a few moments and he continues to stroke my face, nose and then the outline of my lips again before his eyes close over and he utters a quiet curse. He places a very gentle kiss on my mouth and moves off me. Once again the absence of him leaves me feeling cold and lost.

"I need to get that. I'll be back in one minute," he says. "I want you naked,"

He grabs his phone from the table and goes into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I sit up and I wonder whether to go under the covers or not. No, it's too hot for covers. I remove my underwear and move up to the top of the bed, turning my head to the bathroom door and straining my ears for a hint of who he might be speaking to. I can't make out any words but his tone sounds irritated and urgent until he stops talking completely. It's another few moments before the bathroom door opens and he comes toward me. As always this sight of his naked body visually stuns me. So powerful and strong. Dangerous. I'll never get bored of looking at it, at him. He walks over to the bed and kneels up onto it, straddling me, knees on either side of my body.

"That was, unavoidable. sorry," He says apologetically as his eyes look over my body from above.

"I understand," I wonder whether he's going to continue the conversation about how he thought he never had a chance with me, and how we're an 'us' but I somehow sense the moment has passed. He has a look of intent on his face now and I know we won't be doing much more talking. He reaches over to the beside table and grabs the foil packet then brings his hand up and begins stroking himself, holding my eye as he does it. My breath catches in my throat and my heart begins to beat wildly in my chest. He lets go of himself and opens the packet, sliding the condom on swiftly and with almost expert level skill. He lowers himself to lie between my legs and places his hand flat on my chest just at the base of my throat, holding it there as he gazes into my eyes. I smile up at him, which he returns, before he slides his hand down my body to take hold of my breast, squeezing it gently as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip.

"These are fucking perfect you know. Ever noticed how perfectly they fit in my hands?" he smirks before lowering his mouth. "... and these..." he takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks, tugging it left and right between his lips before releasing it. "...are the perfect size for my mouth. You're actually fucking perfect," he whispers.

I close my eyes and melt into the sheets as I run my hands over his shoulders, imagining the shapes I'd now partially memorised. The face of an angel on his left bicep, the dark twisting shapes and stars on the right shoulder blade, the latin writing near the crook of his neck that I still need to ask him about. I promise myself I'll ask him what they all mean at some point. Not right now though because we don't have enough time and I want his mouth on my body and not talking, or sharing. He moves his hand between my legs and softly fingers my clitoris. When he tells he tells me he wants me to get wet for him again I moan and my body begins to comply of its own accord.

"I need to be inside you now Alex," he says a moment later, kneeing my legs open a little wider. He raises one of my legs up before entering me fully in one smooth thrust that makes him groan loud and me gasp louder.   I'm always shocked by the size of him, and the way he makes my body feel stretched and full but sublimely so. His size always makes me feel taken and claimed. "I always want to fuck you so hard but I never want to hurt you..." he groans as he begins to move slowly and deeply inside me.

"You wont hurt me Jake," I whisper. Not physically anyway. I've always known he'd never hurt me physically.

I take his head in my hands and kiss him, moving beneath him, tilting my body up to meet his, wrapping my legs and arms around him to pull him deeper into me. The friction of him as he fucks me, and the deep growls he makes as he does is intense yet I need him rougher. I want him to fuck me, hard. I need it from him.

"Harder Jake, please," I say, digging my nails into the hard muscled skin of his back. He moans and complies immediately, his thrusting becoming powerful and forceful as he takes control over my whole body, moving it to his speed. It feels wild and frenzied and he groans and growls on every single thrust. 

I feel the pressure build and I slide my hands down his body to his bum to pull him into me, digging my nails in as my insides begin to clench.   My moan is high pitched and breathless as my orgasm crashes out of me.

"Come for me baby," he slides his hand between our bodies, fingering me as he continues to move inside me, circling his hips as he pushes in and out. Jesus Christ he's so good. I want to do this with him forever. I scream his name as I come around him. Keeping my eyes locked on his I find I'm unable to look away from him. He watches my face intently as I grip him hard and ride out my climax, the warm hot release turning my mind to white.

When I finish, he leans in to kiss my forehead then my nose before finally touching his lips to my mouth.   All the while he continues to move in and out of my body, slower now, his cock throbbing and hard inside me. I grip hold of his shoulders and begin moving my body to meet his again and he gives me another look of intent before speeding up his thrusts again. He moves fast and hard in circular movements that soon make me begin to tighten below again. I hear him gasp and curse before his body tenses and shudders and he releases inside me.

The sound of Jake's orgasm is raw and deep and as he brings his mouth to mine it causes a second one to shoot through me. I can't think clearly as he continues to fuck me and lick at my mouth, all the while telling me in whispers how good I feel. I have to agree. I've never felt this good.

"...so fucking perfect Alex.." he whispers as his body comes to a stop.  He might be right about that too. Right now feels incredibly like perfection. Falling.   

After, he moves his body so that he's half lying on me and half on the bed, his breaths laboured and hot against my body and his scent strong in my nose.  We lie like that for a moment before the sound of Jakes mobile going off cuts through the sound of our breathing.    He doesn't move to get it, he just lies there until it stops and then leans over to kiss me on the mouth, then nuzzling into my neck. He growls again softly as he nibbles me and I smile with my eyes closed.

When the phone starts to ring again he curses angrily and pulls out of me leaving me feeling cold and empty again.   As he goes to grab the phone I reach down and pull the throw up and over me to substitute his heat but it doesn't help. It doesn't even come close.

"What the fuck now?" he growls into the phone.

It's not his sexy growl, the one that turns me on, it's one I haven't heard before -harsh and fierce and I almost recoil from it. It makes me feel sorry for the person on the other end of the phone.
He's walked over to the window and is staring at me as he bites his lip furiously. Again, not in the way he normally does, but in a way that makes the vein on his temple bulge. He seems to realise that this is a telephone conversation he needs to be done in private because he turns and marches into my en-suite and half slams the door behind him.

Something, and I don't know what, compels me to get out of bed and cross to the bathroom door. As I press my ear against it I hear his voice low and fierce.

"No, Kev just fucking listen to me. LISTEN. I've told him I'll sort it by the weekend. When?" Jakes voice tenses. "Well I'm not about ok. Tell him you don't know where I am or when I'll be back." Silence "It doesn't fucking matter where," more ilence. "No, and you don't even mention her name to him ok?" another silence. Longer this time. "No and it'll stay that way. I don't give a fuck what he needs. Listen, for once can you just do this for me without making a fucking mess?" silence. "Yeah, later.... Fine," I hear him curse once more and then more silence, which makes me take a few steps backwards.

The door is flung wide open and then he's standing there looking angry as he stares at me. In an instant his expression changes so that it looks like he's trying to figure out what I may have overheard.
I try for nonchalant and not guilty. Which is what I am and should be for
eavesdropping.

"Sorry, I was just about to knock, I wasn't sure how long you were going to be. I really need to shower and get back," I smile. He stares at me a few more seconds before his expression softens and he moves toward me, wrapping his arms round my nakedness, squeezing my bum as he pulls me close. He inhales the top of my head deeply then lets out a sigh. "Everything okay." I ask, tentatively.

He doesn't answer straight away. "Just work stuff. No big deal," He says pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Since I can feel his heart beating fast through his chest I know that it had to have been a bit of a big deal. I wonder if there will ever be a time where I can just ask him what's wrong and he'll tell me. Surely people who are an 'us' can do that?

"Don't shower," he says as he burrows his face into my neck.

"What?" I don't understand what he's talking about.

"I like the idea of you at work, smelling of me," he pulls back and smiles wickedly. My heart does a somersault, because shamefully, I like the idea of it too.

"You're insane," I shake my head and walk past him into the bathroom. He follows me and sits down on the toilet lid looking amused, and naughty.

I reach across to twist the overhead shower on, gazing at him in the mirror as I do. When it becomes apparent that he has no intention of going anywhere I turn around and lean backwards on the sink facing him. Only then does it occur to me that I'm completely stark naked and that I've never felt this comfortable naked. Ever.

"I really do need to shower," I tell him. He nods and then sits up straight, spreading his legs slightly. A flush goes through me. Not again, how is he hard again?

"Go ahead then," he inclines his head toward the shower. He want's me to shower in front of him? Standing naked in front of someone is one thing - showering as they watch is quite another. I laugh and shake my head but he makes no move, just continues to stare at me with that side smile and sexy bite of his lip egging me on. Turning me on.

"Okay. I am not about to shower in front of you Jake. I don't think we're quite there yet."

He gives me a disappointed face and stands up. "Okay Alex,"

I sigh with relief. He comes toward me and puts his hands either side of me, trapping me between him and the sink.

"So then I guess you're not showering," he says with a wicked smile. He leans into me, pressing his hardness against my belly. I swallow. So this is actually happening then. I'm not showering.

"You're crazy," I tell him.

"Some people say that" he nods.

"And relentless," I look down at his erection.

"Some people say that as well," he smirks. I wonder who says that. Women? Oh I don't like the idea of women saying that to him. Possessive jealousy comes over me and I feel my nails sharpen. He makes me bloody crazy.

"Jake I really have to get back to work," I say. He leans in and kisses me sensually, licking at my tongue and sucking on my mouth - his usual trademark kiss. When people talk about being weak at the knees, it's normally always an exaggeration. It isn't for me when it comes to him. My legs buckle slightly and he thoughtfully puts his arm behind me for support.

"Just stay here with me instead. Let's go back in there and fuck again," He breathes between kisses.   Unfair. I groan with want. I really want to do that. I really want to spend all day in bed with him, fucking. Mentally I run through my diary to find the next available day where I could do that. Saturday.

"I can't do that. Another day maybe... I'm already late," I say. He gives me his adorable little boy pout and presses into me once more. I sigh. "Ok, I won't shower. But I will brush my teeth. No debate," I say. He pretends to look hurt some more but then capitulates by nodding.

As I brush my teeth he stands behind me hugging me close to his chest watching my every move in the mirror. Every so often he kisses the top of my head. It feels intimate and I like the sight of his strong tanned tattooed body holding my smaller paler one. He makes me feel safe. It all feels so intimate, and so normal. Like I've been with him forever. Like I can't remember a time where I wasn't with him.

That slow motion fall also feels a little speedier now. I haven't hit the ground yet but it's coming up to meet me fast. I'm falling for him, hard. This is going to hurt.

"I'm telling my best friend about you tonight," I say, mouth half full of toothpaste. He stands up straighter, his expression changing. "Her fiancé saw us together last night outside the restaurant." I add. He thought we looked in love or something. I obviously don't say this.

"You haven't told her about me already?" he asks. He lowers his head and bites my shoulder softly as he meets my eye in the mirror.

"I wasn't really sure what there was to tell before," I drop my head to spit out the toothpaste as ladylike-ly as possible, before leaning down to rinse my mouth. As I do this Jake gathers and holds my hair, making it look like the most natural thing in the world. Falling.

"So what will you tell her now?" he asks.

Honestly, I have no idea what to tell Robyn. She can read me like a book, I wont be able to hide anything from her when we're face to face that's for sure. It was a thing. A fling. Now we might be an 'us'. God I need to come up with something better than that before tonight.

"How about that you are a completely hot, sexual deviant with an aversion to bathing?" I smile as I turn to face him, tracing my hands over his chest. It's smooth and hard and a little sticky. He's smiling back at me.

"Well I'm not anti-bathing in general," He says as he leans down to kiss me. I get lost in him for a few more seconds before I force myself back to earth.

"Ok, now I REALLY have to go dress," I say as I reluctantly push him off me. In the bedroom I pull out clean underwear and quickly slip it on. I look up to watch as Jake pulls on his jeans that he had folded neatly on the window box then I walk over to step into my, thankfully non-crushable, shift dress, pulling it up over my shoulders.

He comes up behind me and fastens my zip, kissing me gently on the back neck as he buttons the small button at the top. By the time we get to the bottom of the stairs I'm really really late because the hall clock reads 1:35pm.

"When can I see you?" Jake asks as he finishes buckling his belt.

"I'll call you tonight?"

He nods and comes towards me. "Thanks for having lunch with me Doctor," he smiles.

"Thanks for letting me having lunch with you. It was... very tasty," I smile naughtily. I honestly don't know who I am anymore. Brazen hussy doesn't even begin cover it. Jake makes his growling noise again as he leans in to kiss me.

"I'll wait for your call then Doctor," He says as we exit the house. "Oh and I don't like this key in the pot thing. It's not safe," he frowns.

I roll my eyes. "It's not London Jake. It's safe here," I explain as we walk down the drive. He cocks an eyebrow suspiciously. "Anyway, only you and my next door neighbour know it's in there so..." He leans in and kisses me again.

"I still don't like it Alex," He says against my mouth.

I shake my head dismissively at him but still get a little thrill at the fact that he's being overprotective.

"I'll call you later," I say as I get in the car .

He gets into the Audi still shaking his head at my plant pot key. He follows behind me down my street and through the main part of the village before flashing his lights and taking a left.

I sigh girlishly as his car disappears out of sight and I put my foot down to try and get back to work before 2pm. So he's concerned about my welfare. He can't stop thinking about me. He likes that he can't stop thinking about me. That's definitely more than a thing. We are definitely more than a thing.

Maybe we are an 'us' then?

God I am so late.

If meeting Jake for lunch is going to be a regular occurrence I really need to time it a lot better.

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