Marie slipped out of his bed just after seven o’clock and showered. She didn’t have much time to get to work so she just threw her hair in a clip and pulled on a pair of black slacks and a white blouse. Plain black pumps completed the look. Before she left, she stood in his doorway and watched the rise and fall of his bare chest. The sheet was providing some modesty by covering him from the waist down, but the strong lines of his jaw and neck stirred something in her lower abdomen. He was absolutely too sexy.

The drive to work took longer than she would have liked, and she spent the entire ride thinking about all the ways what had happened last night could fuck up their friendship. Work was blissfully slow because she’d already processed payroll for the D.C. branch yesterday. It made her Friday much easier and opened up the hours to thinking about Brooks Laich and his talented tongue.

At ten o’clock her phone beeped at her. She snatched it off the desk and checked her messages.

Brooks: So disappointed. I was ready for round three.

She tried to smother her smile, but it spread over her face anyway.

Marie: Me too. This work thing is a drag. Too bad I’m not a sexy hockey player who gets the summer off.

Brooks: Hey, I work hard for this hot body. You, me, dinner at six?

Marie: Are you cooking?

Brooks: If you’re naked.

She blushed and blacked out the screen on her phone. Her heart was beating a million miles a minute and the work day was going to take forever.

**************************************

Marie wiped her sweaty palms on her pants before she got out of the car and walked up to the door of his house. Her hands were shaking as she tried to fit the key in the lock. Anticipation and fear were having a battle in her brain. Anticipation was winning.

Before she could get the door unlocked, Brooks jerked it open and flashed her a smile. He grabbed Marie and pulled her inside the house. She laughed and pulled away from his eager hands. “Woah, boy. Can I get out of these gross work clothes?”

“Mmm, hmm,” he said, cornering her against a wall. “I’ll help.”

She held her hands out. “I meant to ask if I can get out of these clothes and into something more flattering for dinner.”

“I’m willing to go nude for dinner,” he teased.

She felt the blood drain out of her face. “No way. I’m not sitting in the kitchen without clothes on.” Deftly, she side-stepped his hands and hurried up the stairs. She stopped halfway and looked down at him. “But I wouldn’t mind seeing you naked in the kitchen.”

He jerked forward as if he planned on chasing her down. She squealed and hurried up the steps. After ten minutes of debating, she decided on a black and silver satin dress she’d bought a year ago and had never worn. It hugged her like a second skin and she’d never had the nerve to wear it in public. But Brooks had put his hands all over her last night so there was nothing she had to hide from him any longer.

The dress fell to mid-thigh and it was sleeveless. She had to put on her strapless bra to pull it off. A pair of black heels were the last touch.

Marie found him in the kitchen. A pizza was on the island countertop. She put her hands on her hips and looked at him. “You didn’t cook, you cheat.”

He swept his eyes up her body and then back down. “I was distracted. The pizza is good, though. I swear.”

Marie walked past the stove and grabbed a glass out of the cupboard. It only took him three long strides before he was on top of her. Brooks spun her around and lifted her up onto the stovetop. It was a smooth, glass surface with the heating elements indicated with paint. Thankfully, it wasn’t on.

She gasped in surprise as her ass hit the stove. He stepped between her knees, forcing the satin dress further up her thighs. “You look so sexy in this dress,” he whispered before kissing her full on the mouth. She moaned as he snaked his tongue between her lips and then sucked her tongue into his mouth.

When he released her to pepper little kisses along her jawbone, she said, “You’re lucky this stove isn’t on.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “I’d never put an ass I’m so fond of in danger of injury.”

Marie looked away and blushed.

“You’re adorable,” he said.

“Stop making me blush.”

Brooks grinned and kissed her again. “But it’s so easy,” he replied. “You know I’m going to fuck you on this stove, right?”

His words shot straight down south, and she was sure she’d just flooded her panties.

He was chuckling. “See, you’re blushing again.”

“How am I not supposed to blush when you say stuff like that?” she asked.

He’s eyes flashed with mischief. “Let’s see if I can really make you blush.” She sucked in a sharp breath as he pulled her up against him and jerked the skirt of her dress up until it was around her waist. Before she could say a word, he’d hooked his fingers in the hips of her black panties and jerked them down her legs.

“Brooks, what are you...?” she asked, grabbing his shoulders for support. They weren’t there to help steady her for long because he had bent over and thrown her legs over his shoulders. His lips were moving up the inside of her left thigh. “Oh my...” she whispered, her entire body tense, heels digging into his back.

“You’re so wet,” he marveled, licking at the moisture on her upper thigh.

“I had the best sex of my life last night. My body is pretty excited for a repeat.”

He didn’t respond because his face was buried between her legs, sucking and licking at her slit and then lavishing attention on the little nub of sensitive flesh that was now protruding from it’s protective hood. All Marie could do was lean back and prop herself up with her hands behind her while he dipped his tongue inside her pussy.

She moaned when he pressed two fingers into her and moved the tip of his tongue back up to her clit. “You’re so goddamn tight,” he growled, his mouth still firmly on her.

Marie felt like she was on fire. Every stroke of his tongue and fingers lit up her body. “You’re so goddamn good at this,” she replied between heavy breaths.

He pulled her closer to the edge of the stove and sucked her clit between his lips. The pressure sent her off the cliff and careening down into pleasure. Marie cried out his name. Before she had a chance to come down from the high, he was standing in front of her and wrapping her legs around his waist. His athletic shorts were pushed down and he was lining his cock up.

Marie gasped in shock and pleasure has he sheathed himself in her in one long stroke. His hands were on her hips, helping her move to his rhythm. She was still holding herself up with her hands pressing into the stovetop behind her.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he said, looking into her eyes and then back down to where they were joined together. She glanced down and saw his straight, thick cock slide out until she could see the head then then all the way back in. Her vision blurred.

Marie moved one hand to rub herself. She gathered the juices that were flowing around him and spread them on her clit.

His strokes were getting erratic and he moved his right hand up to join with hers as they both worked at getting her off. “You’re. Going. To. Kill. Me.” He punctuated each word with a stroke. “We. Might. Not. Leave. The. House. This. Weekend.”

An entire weekend of amazing sex in his bed. As if his touch wasn’t enough to set her off, the idea of having him take her again and again did the trick. She came hard, convulsing around his cock. The sensation undid Brooks and he grunted her name as he slammed into her one last time.

*************************************

“You’re making me nervous,” she said as she brought a slice of pizza to her mouth. She was sitting on a stool beside him and they were eating cold pizza for dinner. After he’d lifted her off the stove, she had pulled her dress down and slid up on the stool. He’d wrecked her; she couldn’t even stand for very long without her weak legs getting wobbly. And her nice satin dress was probably soaked in the evidence of their orgasms. She’d have to wash it by hand.

“Why am I making you nervous?” he asked as he took a bite of pizza, never taking his eyes off her.

Marie shifted and felt the wetness between her legs. She really needed a shower, but the idea that she was sitting there after what they’d done sent a thrill of excitement through her. “You’re watching me.”

Brooks grinned. “I’m making plans for the rest of our night; I need inspiration.”

Oh boy, she thought. Could she get any more aroused? Two slices of pizza, twenty minutes of rest, and she was ready for round two on the floor of the kitchen. “You’re bad,” she said before taking another bite of pizza.

“Or good.”

Marie giggled. “You’re better than good. Stop being so modest.” Her cheeks burned with the blush that crept over them. She hated that shit. Why did her body always have to betray her when she was trying to be cool.

He stood up and held his hand out to her. “Come here.”

She took it, but warned him, “I can’t walk very far right now. My legs feel like jelly.”

Brooks smiled and pulled her off the stool. “Good. That means I did my job.”