As they played cards, the conversation naturally drifted to past relationships. Christopher, feeling unexpectedly at ease, found himself opening up about his dating history, something he hadn't really done before, not even with Yusuf.

"Yeah, my dad always had these poker nights with his friends, you know, rich businessmen and such. I guess that's where I picked up my card skills," Christopher said, dealing the cards with practiced ease.

Skye listened, her expression open and attentive, encouraging him to continue. "But, you know, now that I think about it, all my girlfriends, from high school, the ones I met at my parents' golf club, even in college... they were all pretty much the same. Same looks, same kind of personalities."

"Oh really?" Skye responded, her tone neutral but her eyes locked on his.

"Yeah," Christopher continued, feeling a mix of amusement and self-awareness. "Yusuf always jokes about it. He calls them the BBBs."

Skye looked up, shuffling the deck. "BBBs?"

Christopher chuckled, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "Yeah, Blonde, Blue-eyed, Bitches."

Skye snorted, a genuine laugh escaping her. "What the actual hell?"

He laughed nervously, realizing how it sounded. "Yeah, so I guess I had a type. Or, as Yusuf would say in college, 'BUG' – Basic University Girl."

"So... Barbie?" Skye quipped, a playful glint in her eye.

Christopher nodded, a sheepish grin on his face. "Pretty much. But, I don't know, after a while, it all just felt so... superficial. Like I was following a script someone else wrote for me."

Skye dealt the next hand, her expression thoughtful. "So, what changed? Why break the pattern?"

He paused, considering the question. "I guess I just started wanting something more, something real. It's easy to fall into a pattern, but it's more fulfilling to break out of it."

As they continued playing, Christopher felt a sense of relief, having shared a part of himself he usually kept hidden. Skye's easy acceptance and genuine interest made him feel heard, maybe for the first time in a long while.

The storm outside raged on, but inside Skye's apartment, Christopher found an unexpected haven, a place where he could be himself, beyond the façade of the confident, successful doctor. And as the night wore on, the connection between them grew, built on shared stories and a mutual understanding that was new and exhilarating.

As the card game came to an end and the storm outside showed no signs of letting up, Skye realized it was time to call it a night. She stood up, stretching her arms above her head, and glanced over at Christopher. "I guess you're stuck here for the night. The couch okay for you?"

Christopher nodded. "Yeah, that's fine. Thanks, Skye."

Skye rummaged in her linen closet and pulled out a comforter, a pillow, and some sheets. Handing them to Christopher, she was once again caught off guard by his scent. It was a mix of something rugged yet refined – like suede and sandalwood, with a hint of something more elusive. Was it pheromone cologne? Whatever it was, it was undeniably attractive, and Skye found herself momentarily lost in it.

As Christopher took the bedding from her, their hands brushed briefly, sending a jolt of electricity through her. They both paused, their eyes locking in a silent exchange. There was an undeniable tension in the air, a mix of unspoken thoughts and feelings.

Neither of them said anything, but the moment felt charged with significance. Skye was acutely aware of every detail – the way his hair fell slightly over his forehead, the depth in his blue eyes, the faint smile on his lips.

Finally breaking the gaze, Skye cleared her throat. "Well, I'll leave you to get settled then. Goodnight, Christopher."

"Goodnight, Skye," he replied, his voice low and slightly husky.

Skye turned and walked to her bedroom, her heart racing. The evening had taken an unexpected turn, revealing sides of both herself and Christopher she hadn't anticipated. As she closed her bedroom door behind her, she leaned back against it, taking a deep breath.

"What am I getting myself into?" she murmured, shaking her head.

"Hey Skye," Chris began. And without hesitation she opened the door and pulled him in, their lips meeting in a fiery kiss.

He seemed surprised by her forwardness but soon got into the moment. Their tongues entwined as his hands roamed her body. She forgot she was wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of black lace panties and a white tank top that she just threw on. His hands explored every inch of her smooth brown skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Skye broke the kiss and tugged at his shirt. He helped her pull it over his head, revealing a muscular chest and washboard abs. She ran her hands over his pecs, feeling the taut muscles beneath her fingertips.

"God, you're so hot," she breathed, her eyes wide with wonder.

He grinned and pulled her close, his lips finding hers again. Their bodies pressed together, skin on skin, the heat rising between them.

As his hands found their way to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze, Skye's legs turned to jelly. She clung to him for support, feeling his cock hardening against her thigh.

He thrust his finger inside her and started fucking her with it, the movement slow and steady.

"Oh, fuck, Chris!" Skye cried out.

Her hips moved to the rhythm of his finger, matching each stroke.

"Tell me Skye," Do you want this. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me," Skye begged, her voice thick with desire.

He cocked his head and gave her an "innocent" look. "I didn't quite hear that."

"I said, 'I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me.'"

With that, he slid his finger out and unbuckled his jeans. He pulled them down along with his boxer briefs, freeing his massive erection.

"Like this?" he teased, rubbing his cock against her pussy.

"Yes, like that," she moaned, grinding her hips into him.

He pushed her panties aside and slowly eased his cock inside her, the feeling of his thick shaft filling her up making her eyes roll back in her head.

"You like that?" he groaned, his voice thick with lust.

A million thoughts ran through her head. Did she take birth control today? Yes. Was she on a safe day? Yes. So what was the problem? She wanted him. Bad.

"I love it," she gasped, her fingers digging into his back.

"That's good," he grunted, his pace quickening.

His hands gripped her hips, guiding her as he pounded into her. She felt her orgasm building, the sensation overwhelming her.

"I'm gonna come," she panted, her body trembling with pleasure.

"I want you to come," he urged, his cock slamming into her.

She cried out as her orgasm washed over her, waves of pleasure crashing through her body. He followed soon after, his cock throbbing inside her as he came. He collapsed against her, both of them panting and sweating.

They stayed like that for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms. Then, with a satisfied sigh, Chris rolled off of her.

"Wow," he breathed, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

"Yeah," she agreed, a smile playing on her lips.

There was a beat of silence, then, "That was... unexpected."

Skye laughed, a hint of embarrassment creeping into her voice. "Yeah, sorry about that. I guess I just got carried away."

He flashed her a grin. "Don't apologize. I liked it."

"You did?"

"Yeah. You're a wildcat."

She felt her cheeks flush at the compliment. "Thanks."

Another beat of silence passed, the weight of what had just happened settling over them. And with that, they both drifted off to sleep.