In two loping steps, Jake had bounded across the room and grabbed me by my waist, picking me up, as I squealed, and carried me across the hall into his bedroom. Before I could look around the room to check out my surroundings, I was on my back, on the Craftsman-style bed with its dark blue comforter, and he was on top of me, between my legs, still wearing his suit jacket, tie, shoes, and everything else.

"You're going to get your suit rumpled," I exhaled, in between kisses.

"Don't care," he muttered against my lips.

"Yay," I whispered. "My business man is starting to loosen up."

He pulled back from me and smiled his white toothpaste smile. "But I can't fuck you wearing all this, so I had better take it off." And with that, he got up off of me, and I scooted back on my elbows, to watch the show. I snuck a glance around the bedroom, though. Like the living room, he just had a bed, a chair, and a dresser. Nothing else. No pictures. Really, his other bedroom was his only sanctuary.

But he distracted me, immediately, by shrugging off his jacket and setting it on a wooden chair that was near the door. His polished dark shoes were removed next, hitting the floor. Then he pulled on the knot of his tie, loosening it, and then taking it off over his head.

Now it was time for the good part.

Fuck yeah Jake striptease.

He unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and the wrists. Then, looking at me with a mischievous smile on his face, he started unbuttoning his shirt, slowly, one button at a time, exposing his handsome physique.

"Is this weird? Do you like this?" he asked. God I loved that he was willing and brave enough to ask questions like that.

"Um, yeah," I answered immediately. "Keep going. And a little slower."

He bit his lip. Again, with the distractions. Then he grinned a shy, but sexy half-grin, and looked down, and unbuttoned his shirt all the way.

Then the shirt was on the floor, and his upper body, all obliques and pecs, was on full display. He ran his hand through his dark hair and then leaned over to take off his socks. As he did that, I scooted off of the bed and came down to the floor on my knees.

"Let me help you," I said with a smile, and I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, then unzipped them and eased them down his long legs. He stepped out of them.

Yeah, he was hard. And yeah, he was wearing classic boxers again, this time black.

I nudged the elastic down and his cock sprung out and I looked up at him, smiling, and then opened my mouth, taking his cock in as far as it would go, enjoying the feel of him, enjoying the scent of him. I softened my lips around him, and sucked, pulling back, and he made a noise, like a whine.

"Can you do that again?" he rasped.

I nodded, on my knees, totally submitting to him. I kind of loved doing this, because I felt like it was the "giving" part of giving a blow job that mattered. It made me wetter, and playing up the pleasing-him part was fun. He deserved a good blow job, and I let him know it, stroking him with my tongue and my hand, lavishing attention on him.

I kept going and at one point, when I pulled back with a pop, he groused, "What are you doing still dressed? Clothes off."

So I stood up, backed away, and took off the gray dress that I had worn to court, unzipping the side and stepping out of it. Again, I was standing in front of him in panties and high heels, this time cheeky turquoise panties with a matching lace bra, and sober, corporate black pumps.

His eyes raced up and down me, which didn't take that long, given my height.

But then he asked, "Tell me Lucy honey, what kind of love scenes do you write in your novels? What is it that you secretly think is hot?"

He came toward me, and reached around behind me and unhooked my bra with ease, his fingers at first skimming lightly over my breasts, and then more insistent. Then he bent down and started nibbling on my neck. "Tell me."

"Against the wall," I said. "In public. In the shower. In a hotel room. In the bath. All sorts of naughty things. Sometimes it's slow and sensuous. Sometimes it is just base fucking. But it has to tell the story."

"I'm compiling a list," he said against my shoulder.

"Jake, you're not a character in my book."

"Nope. But being with you reminds me that it is okay to be creative. And it could be fun."

"Have you ever done it against a wall?"

"Nope. You?"

I shook my head.

"That's first, then," he muttered, and he hooked his hand in my panties and pulled them down. I stepped out of them, still wearing my shoes.

"Keep those on," he said. Then he pushed me onto his bed and stepped out of his boxers. He recommenced kissing me, licking my breasts, sucking on my nipples, making them hard. He trailed his nose down my middle, into my belly button, and between my legs. He put a finger on my pussy and whispered, "holy shit. You are so fucking wet."

"Yeah, Jake, get going. This is supposed to be a quickie."

In response, he put his tongue on my clit and started rubbing it, licking it, nudging it. As much as I loved it, I wanted him inside me. Now. "Where's your condom?"

He went to the dresser and opened the top drawer, pulling one out. "We need to deal with birth control at some point," he muttered.

"I'm on the pill. Get tested and we're good, okay darling?"

"Yeah, fine," he said, as he put the condom on. Then he smiled. "Let's try this."

I got off of the bed and walked over to the wall, still in my heels, which helped with the height difference, a little bit. In one move, he hoisted me up by my ass, entered me, and pressed me up against the wall.

Oh my fucking Lord.

That felt so fucking amazing, I did not know why I had never done this before.

I wrapped my legs and arms around him tight, and he started thrusting into me, holding me tightly to him, my back to the wall.

"This. Is. Amazing," I grunted.

"Yeah," he agreed, keeping up the pace, his mouth on the top of my head.

My breasts jiggled with each thrust and our bodies slammed against each other. It didn't hurt. I loved it. It was primal and passionate.

Jake unleashed, finally.

In fact, I thought, with surprise, that I could actually come in this position. I was so wet, so excited, so turned on, and he was so big, that every movement caused this chain reaction of sensations of pleasure racing through my body. All I could focus on was how good it felt, how everything in my body was tensing, how I was getting thoroughly fucked.

"I fucking love this," I moaned, "keep going, I'm going to come."

"Okay," he said, thrusting.

And he grabbed my ass and hoisted me up a little higher, changing the position, and that did it, my body pulsing in pleasure, as the orgasm raced through me, making my pussy spasm, my fingers tingle, and my feet get hot. I held on to him for dear life.

"What is your fantasy?" I asked him, once I recovered, "what is it that you want to do to me?"

"There's a list," he said, as the throbbing subsided, "and first on it is biting your luscious ass."

"Okay," I said immediately, not questioning it.

He stopped thrusting, pulled me away from the wall, and walked over and put me gently on the bed, staying connected the whole time. Then he pulled out, helped me to turn over, and pulled my hips back, so I was on my hands and knees.

His warm hands ran slowly over my ass cheeks, cuddling them, caressing them.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he said, and he leaned over and gave me a bite, just a small one, in the fleshiest part of my ass above where it hit my legs on the left side.

I liked the bite.

Then he did it again, on my right side.

And then he groaned and, hands on my hips, pulling me to him, drove his cock into me, hand on my pussy, rubbing my clit rhythmically.

And then I kind of lost focus with reality and entered kairos, that moment that everything happened at once, when all of time existed at the same time. That moment when you lost the sense of chronological time, chronos, and were purely existing. You didn't think about what happened before and you didn't think about what happened next. It was a moment of pure creation, of pure existence, and I was doing it with Jake, and doing it with Jake, and I did not want to be anywhere else.

Then the tremors began again, and my legs quaked, and he held me up with one hand, and stimulated me with the other, and I shook, coming again, this time even harder, this time screaming.

Five more thrusts, and Jake was right behind me, embedding himself in me, and collapsing on my back.

After a moment, breathing heavily, he pulled out, ran his finger down my back, and gently helped me to flop onto my back. He got up, went into the bathroom for a second, came back without the condom, and lay down next to me. He then leaned over and kissed my nose, looking me in the eyes.

"I'm not sure that was a quickie," I said, and he burst out laughing.

"It wasn't," he agreed. "But since I'm the boss and I set my own hours, I think it will be okay."

After a few moments, we both got up and got dressed, calmer.

"Come over for dinner tonight," I said.

He looked at me. "That means I leave the office before ten."

"Can you do that?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I'll be here at six thirty. Will that work?"

I grinned. "That will work." And I reached around his business suit-clad body and gave him a huge hug.