Later that night, Casey and I walked through the front door. Closing it behind me, I pushed Casey against the door and started kissing her.

My lips are against her neck, and I leave kisses on them. I move my hand to her back and unzip the dress she's wearing.

The dress pools at her feet, and she steps out of it. "Austin, I want you to fuck me." She tangles her fingers in my blonde hair.

I growl before kissing her lips. The kiss deepens, and she tries to dominate it, but it doesn't work. Grabbing both her hands in one of mine, I pin her to the door, and our lips connect with her nipple. It begins to harden as I give it attention.

"Fuck, Austin." Casey moans. "You're turning me on by doing that."

Moving to the other nipple, I give it the same attention as the first. Then I move up to her lips and kiss them again, while my hand makes its way to her core.

I finger her a couple of times, and she becomes wet from my touch. "Stop teasing me, Austin. Just take me to the bedroom and fuck me."

Lifting her, I carry her to the bedroom, and she wraps her legs around me.

When we get to the bedroom, I throw her on the bed and she bounces a few times. With a swift yank, her thong comes off.

My mouth hovers over her pussy, and she tries to get me to eat it while lifting her back up. "Stop doing that, Casey. I'm going to eat you out when I'm good and ready. So, hold on." I start to lick her, and it doesn't take long before she's coming in my mouth.

Sticking two fingers into her core, I continue eating her out, and she comes a second time, moaning my name.

She sits up and claims my mouth, tasting herself on my lips. "I want you so badly, Austin." She pants, coming down from her orgasm. She tries to remove my jeans.

Stepping away from her, I remove my jeans and put a condom on my cock. "I'm going to fuck you now, Casey. I hope you're ready for it, babe."

"You know I'm always ready and waiting for that cock to slide home anytime you want it."

I enter her slowly and start kissing her neck while fondling her breasts.

Slowly, pleasure takes over her, and she moans. "Fuck, Austin. Harder," I start sawing into her, and she continues moaning my name over and over.

All of a sudden, I remove myself from her wet core. "Turn around," I growl.

She moans and turns for me.

I thrust myself into her again, taking her to a whole new level. I reach deeper and deeper, spanking her ass, making her scream. "Who does this pussy belong to?" I growl, grabbing her hair and pulling her up.

She gasps. "It's fucking yours, Austin," Casey yells.

I moan and my cock twitches, which means I'm nearing my end. "Come for me, Casey."

Her pussy clenches on my cock, milking me for all I'm worth. "I love you, Austin."

We ride out our orgasm together.

Standing up, I remove the condom and throw it in the trash can. I look over at her and say. "I have done work that I need to finish in the study. I'll be back later." I pick up my briefs and put them on.

I close the bedroom door and walk down the hall to the study. Opening the door to the bedroom, I step inside and lock the door behind me.

I don't need her to distract me again.

It's hard enough being a big-shot lawyer in a city with heaps of competition for my job.

Sitting behind my desk, I jump onto Facebook and check who's online. When I don't see anyone I know online, I search for Eliza Donoghue.

When her profile comes up, I click Messenger and send her a message.

Hey, Stranger.
                 I haven't heard from you in a long time. I'm coming to town for the reunion. Are you coming? I would love to see you again.

Xxx

Austin.

I hope she sees this message.

Catching up with her will make my year. She's the one girl that I can't forget. Maybe that could be because she was my first love.

I heard that sometimes, first love means only love. What if that's what Eliza is to me?

When I'm with Casey, I find it hard to say those three words to her. For me, being physically active is better than actually having feelings for the person I'm fucking.

After checking Facebook, I went through my email and saw a message from my best friend, Ronny.

From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Friday night out

Hey, Austin.
             I couldn't be bothered pulling my phone out to remind you about Friday night. We're all heading to Allusive for a few drinks.

You can bring Casey if you'd like. A few of us are bringing our girlfriends and wives. It's going to be a huge get-together.

You're never going to guess who I married.

Well, I'll tell you. It's Nina—Eliza's little sister.

It's not good that he's with her. I wonder what Eliza and her parents thought about Nina getting together with him.

Anyway, we're all meeting at 9 p.m. for drinks. I hope to see you there.

Ronny

PS. I can't wait until the high school reunion. It's going to be the best night of our lives. Also, the Donoghue siblings are all going to sneak into it.

I've heard Eliza's brothers sneak into the reunion for years and catch up with people they haven't seen in a while.

I don't know if they want to come to ours. The brothers left the school before we started, and Katrina was a junior when we started at the school.

Katrina helped Eliza navigate the school in her First year, and if she had any problems, she was there to help.

After logging out of the email, I turn back to the computer and open the file for the case I'm working on. I look over the file, and when something doesn't make sense, I shut down the computer.

I stand up and head for the door. Opening it, I turn off the light and lock the door.

When I'm working on something confidential, I always lock the door to my office. That way, no one can access files and work without my knowledge.

A couple of months ago, I forgot to lock the office door in the house, and when I returned home, I saw Casey with evidence all over the floor, and they were sticky with jelly.

She nearly fired me because of that. After the incident, I put cameras above the door and locked it. She hasn't been tempted to go into the room since.

It concerns what will happen to her if I stop working.

My work has nothing to do with her, and she has her fortune to spend as well. In our relationship, she's the spender, and I'm the saver.