Her heart felt like it was trying to escape her chest. Her stomach was filled with butterflies the size of eagles. As she waited by the elevator, watching the front doors of the hotel through a fake fern against the wall, she once again asked herself what she was doing. Was she crazy? Insane? Itchy?

She was aroused, and her body ached for what she had planned… but she was also terrified. The combination of arousal and fear was a potent mixture that was making her nipples try to punch through her overly scratchy bra. The matching panties she was wearing under her slacks were less itchy, but were still uncomfortable because of the moisture growing between her legs.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea. It probably wasn't a good idea. But it needed to happen because she needed something, good or bad, to happen.

This had all started a month ago when a new person had been hired to her team at the Hemsworth & Straus Accounting firm. Her boss, Carl, had called for everyone’s attention in the bullpen. Anna had remembered being relieved to have an excuse to step away from the spreadsheets she had been going snow-blind from for the last hour. She was good with numbers and felt satisfaction in her work most days, but her team had been assigned a new client a few days prior. Their client's “database” for their financials looked like it had been put together by a drunken fourth grader. Many of the spreadsheets had random numbers with no context and formulas that referenced other spreadsheets that didn’t exist.

She stood in her short-walled cubicle so she could see Carl more clearly; nobody else did. Nobody else had to stand. Anna had started puberty at the age of twelve, and while her body had gone through many significant changes, her height had not been one of them. At the age of 24, she was still the same height as over a decade ago: an even five feet tall.

Carl was dressed in his typical black slacks and white button-down shirt pulled over a bulging stomach. Unlike many of the people in her line of work who were more sedentary, Carl was pretty fit for his age. He had well-defined arms, legs, and chest that his clothes didn’t hide, but he also had a belly that looked like he was trying to smuggle a watermelon in his shirt.

He pushed his wireframe glasses up on his nose and scratched his balding head before he cleared his throat.

“Ahem. Quick couple of announcements. I know you are all working on the financials for the Davidson account—”

“‘Working on’ is not the term I would use, Carl.” Janet, in the cubicle across from Anna’s, stood up with an exasperated look on her face. “‘Deciphering’ is more appropriate. Half of this crap is gibberish. I don’t understand how their company isn’t insolvent already.”

There were many nods of agreement and even some muttered curses, one of which came from Anna’s mouth.

“I understand your frustration, and unfortunately, I’m about to add to your plate. We need to have a completed product for the client by Friday.”

There was a simultaneous groan from every person in the bullpen.

“BEFORE…” Carl interjected over the beginnings of what would’ve ultimately turned into a twenty-minute-long bitching session. “Before you lynch mob the messenger, just know this decision was made by the powers-that- be and not little ol’ me. My reaction was about the same as yours but with more colorful language.

“As such,” Carl said, beckoning someone forward who had been out of Anna’s line of sight, “HR has redirected one of the new hires to our team for some additional help.”

From around the corner where Carl was standing, a man walked into view. Anna immediately felt her breath catch in her throat. Goddamn, he was handsome! He was easily a foot taller than Anna, with dirty blonde hair and light blue-grey eyes that seemed to glow in the fluorescent lights of the office. His smile reached the corners of his eyes and was dazzling to look at. He wore similar business casual attire to everyone else but it was slightly too small for him, with baby-blue fabric stretched almost tightly across a firm chest and strong arms.

Anna realized that she had been forgetting to breathe and that she had been gnawing on her bottom lip as she had looked him up and down. She quickly glanced around to see if anyone had noticed, but luckily, everyone’s attention was on Carl and the new hire. The other three men on the team looked happy to hear the news of the extra help. The other two women on the team seemed to be reacting in a similar fashion to Anna, though she doubted they were reacting as strongly. She could feel her cheeks flush and a blooming heat between her legs.

She could write the reaction off because of her having no boyfriend for over a year. Add to that the fact that she was constantly surrounded by her coworkers, all of whom were in their late forties or early fifties and not exactly contenders for the next ‘Top Model.’ She had kind of given up on men altogether because when they got to know her and how quirky/weird she was, they inevitably decided that it was ‘fun while it lasted.’

Even though he was undeniably gorgeous, she immediately decided that it was a bad idea. Looks weren’t everything. As her mother used to say, a beautifully wrapped present filled with turds is still just a box of shit. This guy was probably an asshole. Anna bet that his looks were most likely the only thing going for him.

And then, the final nail in her coffin happened. He spoke.

“Good morning, team. I'm Scott Kendrick.”

His voice was smooth and deep; deeper than seemed possible from the man that was speaking. He sounded like he should be a radio announcer and not some nerdy fiduciary. In a split second, the mood changed in the room and everyone seemed to be more interested in Scott. Anna even remembered thinking, ‘This is what a god sounds like when they speak.’

Gene, who sat in the cubicle closest to where Scott was standing, broke the silence. “Dude! Anyone ever told you that you should read audiobooks for a living?”

Anna would definitely listen to that audiobook. It didn't matter if the book was an in-depth account of war crimes. She would have masturbated while listening to it every night.

‘Jesus fucking Christ! What the fuck is wrong with me? What kind of thought is that?!’

She shook her head as if to clear the intrusive thoughts. No amount of shaking her head could stop the reaction her body was having.

Scott's brow furrowed in confusion. "No, nobody's ever suggested that.”

“Really?” Gene's brow matched Scott's.

“No, I'm messing with you.”

Scott's smile returned. That damn smile. That gorgeous, knee-weakening smile and that deep chuckle. Anna felt herself wanting to look away, like she had been staring at the sun.

“I would absolutely get fired from that job because the very first recording would be five hours of me sipping coffee and turning book pages. And then right at the end you would hear me say, ‘oh, you meant I had to read it out loud?’”

There were smiles, guffaws, and giggles, the loudest and weirdest had come from Anna. She had never heard a sound like that come from her before and felt her face turn red.

‘Shit. He's funny too.’

“Honestly, I'm here because I'm a nerd who likes numbers. I was always the weird kid who played Dungeons & Dragons with the other weird kids. And that's basically just fantasy-fiction math.”

‘Fuck, and he's a real nerd too?’

Anna sighed while muttering, “I'm in trouble.”

She realized after the fact that she might've said it too loud and glanced around. Janet had a slight smirk on her face but Anna couldn't tell if it was because she had overheard Anna's comment or because of what Scott said.

Without turning her head, Janet looked at Anna through the corner of her eye. The smirk became more prominent.

‘Busted!’

She knew in an instant that if Scott showed the slightest interest in her on a romantic level, she would devolve into a puddle of goo. Her only saving grace was that there were five other people on the team and her interactions with him would probably be minimal.

“Alright, Scott's going to take the desk next to Anna,” Carl said, gesturing in her direction, and then spoke directly to her. “And Anna, I need you to get Scott up to speed on the Davidson account.”

‘Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!’ she thought, while giving Carl a thumbs-up. It had almost been a middle finger.

Scott started to walk in her direction. She sat back down and quickly opened a desk drawer where she kept a small mirror. She hastily checked her long, wavy, auburn hair. She chastised herself for not wearing more makeup today. Could she quickly put on lipstick and eyeliner around her dark green eyes? Ridiculous. Not enough time.

She stood back up as he arrived at her desk. He smiled, and she felt something low in her abdomen flutter.

“Hi, I'm Scott, and you must be Anna.” He reached out a hand for hers.

She shook his hand while bending her left knee and crossing it over her right. The result looked like some sort of awkward curtsy.

If he was weirded out, he didn't show it. His smile never faltered and his eyes never left hers. The prolonged eye contact was almost painful for her.

“This is your desk here,” she gestured with her left hand. “Hopefully you already have your Common Access Card otherwise you won't be able to get on the network.”

“Yup, already signed all the paperwork and got access. I’m good to go.”

“Good. Well, get logged in, and I'll email you the link to some of the stuff we're working on.”

“Can do,” he said with a small smile. “As soon as you let go of my hand.”

Anna hadn't realized that she was still holding his hand from their handshake. His hand was relaxed and ready to drop, but she had subconsciously kept holding his.

She let go instantly as though his hand was a hot coal. She turned around before Scott could see her blush and met eyes with Janet at her desk. Janet was smirking and gave her a subtle wink.

‘SHUT UP!’ Anna mouthed to Janet soundlessly as Scott moved around the short partition and sat down.

After he logged in to their system, Anna emailed him the link to the network folder for the Davidson account. Within a couple of minutes, Anna saw a circular icon with Scott's initials appear at the top of the program she had open. He was looking at the same spreadsheet she was working on.

She craned her neck to stealthily look at Scott over the partition. His eyes were darting around the screen between them and he seemed to be engrossed in what he was seeing. She found herself admiring the view thoroughly and realized that, yet again, she was biting the edge of her bottom lip.

“Hey, Anna…” he said as his brow furrowed.

‘Shit!’ She dropped down and pretended like she hadn't been staring like a stalker.

“Yeah, what's up?”

“What exactly is the deal with this account?”

Anna stood back up. “The story we got was that Dean Davidson had his wife's idiot brother acting as their CFO. That is, until it became apparent he had no idea what he was doing.

“For example,” she continued as she sat back down to look at her own computer. “If you look in the column all the way to the right, he put in formulas that don’t make any sense. They reference a table that none of us can find.”

His deep voice came again. “I'm not seeing the formulas you're talking about… hang on, I’m coming over.”

Mild panic. Anna sat up straighter in her chair, pushing her chest out as Scott knelt next to her. He was close enough that she could smell him, or rather his lightly applied cologne; cedarwood and warm spices. She loved the smell.

“Okay, show me what you're talking about.”

He was so close to her that she could feel the vibrations from his voice in her entire body. It took a second to process the meaning of his words but she finally showed him what she was talking about.

He was silent for a few moments before making a deep sound of dawning realization. “Okay, I see. It does exist. It’s just hidden. Look at the bottom.”

He ran his finger across her screen and she had a sudden picture of him doing the same to her nipples.

‘Focus, Anna!’

“See. It goes from ‘sheet 1’ to ‘sheet 3’ and then ‘4’, then ‘5’, all the way up to ‘8’. The idiot accidentally hid ‘sheet 2’ and couldn't figure out how to unhide it. He kept clicking the plus sign next to ‘sheet 1’ thinking it would fix it but it just kept adding a new sheet.

“And if I'm riiight…” He trailed off while awkwardly trying to reach her keyboard. He seemed not to like the way he was bending his arm so he reached around the back of Anna's chair to hold down a key with his left hand while striking keys with his right. His face and chest were even closer now and she could feel the heat of his body. Her heart instantly started beating faster and she squirmed in her seat.

She swung her chair towards him, grabbed his head and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Their tongues fought back and forth between their mouths as his hand slipped over her left breast. Her nipples became hard under his palm. His other hand slipped between her knees and up her dress, inching slowly closer…

“Aha!” Scott said, shaking Anna from her fantasy. A dialog box had popped up on the screen. “See? Stick that in your juice box and suck it.”

Sure enough, the program was asking which spreadsheet to unhide, and there was only one option: ‘sheet 2.’

‘Goddammit!’ Even his fucking dorky nerdiness was turning her on.

“Oof,” he groaned as he slowly stood up from bent knee.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’ve just gotta stand up slowly,” he whispered conspiratorially. “I had to borrow these clothes from my roommate and the last thing I need is to bust out of my pants on my first day.”

As he stood, Anna couldn’t help herself. Her eyes immediately went to the crotch of his gray slacks. She caught a hint of his size and shape through the fabric before snapping her focus away.

The brief glimpse was enough for her imagination to run wild. She fantasized briefly about a massive package bursting through the fabric and reaching out to run her fingers along the long, hard shaft.

‘Fucking hell. What is wrong with me?’ she thought as Scott returned to his desk.

There would have been no way for the team to make good on the Davison account before Friday were it not for Scott. He was able to make sense of the nonsensical and was a wizard with all the programs they had to use. He barely ever touched his mouse and used mostly keyboard shortcuts that he had somehow memorized. It also made him incredibly fast.

The team was able to put the finishing touches on everything by noon on Thursday. As a celebration and thank you, Carl ordered food delivery for the team from a local eatery. They all sat at the conference table with two dozen open containers of pretty much every item the eatery had on their menu. Towards the end of the meal, as everyone sat back in their seats, satisfied, Carl stood with a solo cup of Coke and proposed a toast.

“You guys did great, but I think we can all agree this would not have been possible without Scott's help.”

“Here, here,” a few chimed in.

Scott smiled sheepishly. He was clearly not comfortable with this kind of attention.

“All this proves is that I am really good… at thinking like a dumb-shit brother-in-law.”

As everyone laughed, Anna thought, ‘stop being so fucking modest, you sexy fuck, or I swear to god I will rip your clothes off in front of everyone and mount you.’

“Be that as it may, you're only supposed to be here to help us out with our deadline.”

Everyone at the table booed that statement. Anna felt her stomach drop from dread. She had hoped and prayed that Scott would ask her out, or at least flirt with her, but he never did. Honestly, Anna should have asked him out but she was too chicken-shit.

She knew he wasn't dating anyone. She had done the only sensible thing to do the same night after they met: stalk him on social media and then masturbate to pictures of him at the beach. She had learned that he was a huge nerd, into pretty much every sci-fi and fantasy movie/series there was, hadn't been in a serious relationship for almost as long as her, came from a good family, worked out regularly, and most importantly to Anna, he wasn't gay.

The booing was going on for an embarrassingly long amount of time, all while Scott still seemed to be uncomfortable with the attention.

“I know. Settle down,” Carl said as he waved his hands. “Scott, if it's okay with you, I want to talk to HR about keeping you permanently. Those jackasses on the sixth floor will make you hate this job. Will you consider staying?”

Everyone was silent while Scott seemed to mull it over. Anna was certain her wishful-thinking brain had imagined it but she thought she saw his eyes dart towards her for a split second before he nodded emphatically.

“Yes. If you can get HR to sign off, I’d be happy to stay.”

Applause erupted as did a feeling of intense relief in Anna.

One would think that almost losing Scott would be enough to get Anna to be more proactive but her past relationships had made her gun-shy. Four times, it had happened the exact same way. At the beginning of each relationship, she was quiet and reserved. But once she had sex with her boyfriend, it always seemed to unlock something in her and she became, unabashedly, herself. It was like sex took away her filter and transformed her from Dr. Jekyll into Miss Hyde. She was weird, she knew, and eventually that strangeness seemed to scare away the straight-laced guys she always seemed to attract. Scott was perfect for her in every single way, and the thought of scaring him away like all the others filled her with dread.

Two weeks had gone by since the Davidson account and Anna had gotten no closer to Scott. They never really talked except on a professional level and everything she knew about him was from his social media accounts. She was certain that he knew nothing about her on a personal level and with the disparity in knowledge about each other, she felt like even more of a stalker.

She was stealing glances at him often from across the conference table. Disappointingly, he was wearing clothes that fit better. She knew that he had moved out of the apartment he shared with his old college roommate and wasn’t able to borrow his clothes anymore. It was a shame. She missed being able to see the contours of his chest and arms through his shirt. It meant more trips to the bathroom throughout the day to look at the picture of him at the beach she had saved on her phone.

“Anna, can you do it?” Carl said from the head of the conference table.

She snapped her attention away from Scott. “What?”

“The AAFRS. Can you go again this year?”

She blinked. The AAFRS was the Annual Accounting & Financial Reporting Symposium. It was a good place to network, meet new clients, and stay up to date on the latest software for accounting. The powers-that-be liked sending her to it for two main reasons: she wasn’t married so it didn’t disrupt her life in a significant way and she was a young, attractive woman. She was able to get more clients in the past two years she had gone than the company had in the previous ten years before that.

“I can,” she said slowly. All-in-all, it wasn’t bad. The company paid for the hotel and per diem for food and gas. “Am I going alone again? Because it was a pain in the ass to set up our booth by myself.”

“We usually send two. Last year was a fluke, and I apologize again for that.” Carl turned his attention to the rest of the group. “Who wants to go? How about you, Gene?”

Gene adjusted in his seat. “Can’t, Bossman. My daughter’s eighteenth birthday is that weekend and both the women in my life will murder me if I miss it.”

Carl nodded. “Anyone else? Mirriam? Anthony?”

Anna had just noticed that Janet was looking directly at her, having most likely caught her staring at Scott again.

“What about Scott?” Janet said with a subtle wink at Anna before turning to Carl. “He’s strong enough to set up the booth easily and he’s young enough that we might be able to get more clients.”

“Not a bad idea,” Carl replied, completely missing the terrified look and imperceptible head shake Anna was directing at Janet.

“I don’t have any plans. I’d love to go if Anna thinks she can put up with me.”

“Oh, yeah, because you’re such a fucking asshole.” Inside words on the outside, Anna. What the fuck?

She would have been mortified but Scott had found the comment hilarious. He let out his deep, booming laugh that seemed to shake the room. He winked at her and she immediately had to cover her mouth to hide her smile. He had winked her a handful of times while working here and every time, her reaction was immediate and powerful.

Anna crossed her legs, already certain that she would need to make a quiet trip to the bathroom after the meeting.

“Alright, it’s settled. Hotel reservations and credentials will be emailed to your company accounts. Text me if you have any issues.”

And so it was that the next week, she was on a business trip with her crush. “Crush.” She hated that word. It made her sound like she was a naïve schoolgirl, but the other option was “obsession” and that made her sound like a psychopath. But packing sexy underwear and lube for a trip with a guy she barely talked to was something a psychopath would do.

The symposium went extremely well. The two of them had gotten a dozen additional clients and even made some inroads with some of the big tech companies that could result in even bigger business for Hemsworth & Straus. Carl had been ecstatic when she had texted him.

‘Outstanding! Ya’ll are the fucking dream team!’

The symposium was only for two days, Wednesday and Thursday, but the company always paid for a couple of extra days to give their reps the chance to network in the aftermath of the symposium. Both Anna and Scott, independent of each other, seemed to have scheduled all their follow-up meetings on Friday rather than Saturday, sharing the mutual opinion that Saturday would be their recuperation day. Anna had dinner with a big tech firm Friday night and knew that Scott was also at a dinner meeting with an import/export business.

The two reps she was having dinner with were droning on and on about their business rather than their financial needs but seemed to enjoy talking about it so she didn’t interrupt. She had tuned them out and was thinking about Scott. She had an opportunity to do something about her feelings and, stupidly, was letting it slip away. Except she feared that the same thing with all her other relationships would happen again. He would get to know the face she showed, they’d have sex eventually, and then he would realize that she was a completely different person.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. It was intrusive. It was risky. It was bat-shit crazy! But she resolved that she had to do something. She was tired of imagining and masturbating in the bathroom at work.

She politely steered the conversation back to what H&S could do for their company. She needed to wrap this up if she wanted to prepare for what she planned.

Dinner was over, conversation was done, bill paid, and she hurried back to the hotel. Her room was right across the hall from Scott’s. She knocked on his door a couple of times to see if he was back. There wasn’t an answer.

Quickly, she showered and changed. She wished she had thought to bring more alluring clothes than her typical business casual but put on a blouse and slacks that accentuated her figure better than her other options. And, of course, she made sure she put on her special underwear underneath. It was dark green like her eyes and made of sheer lace allowing her nipples to be obscured but still visible. Her nipples were so hard they ached a little, and their shape was visible through her blouse.

“Calm down,” she said, talking to herself as well as her nipples.

And that was how she found herself opposite the hotel lobby, hiding behind a fake plant and watching the front doors for any sign of him. She rubbed rather than scratched her itchy lace bra through her shirt. She hated wearing it with a fiery passion but it made her natural C-cups look amazing. And if she was going to go through with this, she needed to bring her A-game. The only thing she needed to worry about was not scratching; she didn’t want to have angry red marks on her skin when (or if) she took her bra off for him.

Through the doors, she saw him park and get out of his car. Her head swam with a rush of adrenaline as she turned to the button to call the elevator, waiting to hear the front door open. When she heard it, she pressed the button. By sheer luck, all of the elevators were near the 17th floor and were slow.

“Anna.”

She loved it when he said her name in that happy tone. She only wished her name was longer so she could hear more of his voice.

She turned and smiled at him. “Hey, you. Perfect timing. I just got here.”

“Why, yes, I would love to share an elevator ride with you. How did dinner go?”

“It went well. One of them kept staring at my tits, though.”

It was a lie. One had been a straight woman and the other a happily married gay man, but it got the reaction she wanted. His eyes glanced down at her chest and widened slightly. She didn’t want to follow his gaze in case he thought she was catching him looking, but wondered if her nipples were still visible through her shirt. They didn’t feel hard, but they were tingling in her nervousness.

“Mine kept staring at my tits too. That’s crazy.”

She smiled at the joke and stole a glance at his crotch. ‘Fuck, I hope this works.’

The door to the elevator opened and they stepped in. Scott was closer to the panel of floor buttons and pressed the number sixteen. As the door closed, he turned his head to her.

“You’re on the same floor as me, right?”

Quick as a flash, she pushed past him and slammed her finger on the button labeled ‘Emergency Stop.’ The elevator jolted as she rounded on him, pushing him against the wall forcefully. She pulled on the back of his neck, pulling his lips to hers in an instant.

As she kissed and probed his mouth with her tongue, her hand found the buttoned edges of his shirt and yanked hard. The buttons flew, ricocheting off the walls of the elevator, and her hands glided down his taut chest and abdomen.

He was kissing her back, groaning with his deep voice into her mouth when her hands slipped into his pants and grabbed his quickly thickening member.

‘You’re going to fuck me with this.’ It wasn’t a question but he nodded as he undid his belt and zipper.

His pants dropped at the same time hers did, and with strength she always knew he had, he picked her up, slid her thong to the side and impaled her.

“Anna, you okay?”

She shook her head. “Hm?”

“I asked you if you were on the same floor as me.”

“Oh… um… yes. I’m actually right across the hall from you.”

“Kismet. Are you sure you're okay? You look a little flushed.”

“I'm good. I had a little wine with dinner.”

Nope. Lie. As soon as she had decided what she would do tonight, she had a lot more wine than she usually did. She wasn’t drunk, but she could feel the effects.

“Got any plans tomorrow?”

She paused. Was he going to ask her out?

“No, no plans.” She couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah. Me neither. I plan on just taking the day to decompress before going back on Sunday.”

She was disappointed. Maybe she should ask him out instead of going through with her plan. That’s what a rational adult would do. But every time she resolved to open her mouth and ask the question, the words wouldn’t come.

The doors opened and they walked together down the hall past a couple of empty room service trays, finally stopping in front of their respective doors.

“Have a good night,” he said as he scanned his key card and opened the door.

It was now or never. His door was closing behind him. Two seconds. One second.

Right before his door closed all the way, she pushed her way into the room. He was already across the room, taking off his tie when he turned to see that she had followed him into the room. He looked confused and opened his mouth to speak.

“I need you to shut up,” she said breathlessly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for it to sound that harsh but I need you to not speak… because every time you do, your voice makes my brain go foggy and my…”

She left unsaid, ‘and my pussy wetter than the Atlantic.’

“I need to say something to you.” She wrung her hands nervously. “I like you… a lot. You are handsome…”

She swallowed but didn’t know why because all the saliva in her mouth had evaporated. “...and you’re kind, and smart, and I love your sense of humor, and your voice, and your body…”

She shook her head as if to shake the alcohol out of it. “And I’ve seen you look at me and I get the sense that you’re attracted to me or at least find me attractive but you’ve never hit on me which means you’re not interested in me on a personal level which just makes me want you more because that means that it's not just about looks with you like most other assholes but I know that you could like me if you got to know the real me but that’s hard to do because I can never seem to relax enough to show the real me and that usually takes a month of dating and then sex but I don’t want to wait that long because you are perfect and I want to know if I’m right.”

She had to stop to take a breath before she passed out. She spoke very quickly and was basically babbling, like word vomit. Scott looked confused.

She held up a finger with her other hand on her hip as she looked down and caught her breath. When she looked back up, she asked the first question: “Are you attracted to me?”

He looked her up and down with those amazing eyes and then opened his mouth to speak.

She stopped him. “Still no talking. Just nod yes or no.”

She hoped it wasn’t no. She would pretty much die of shame on the spot.

He gave a slight smile that crinkled the corner of his eyes. He nodded. ‘Yes.’

Her heart soared but now it was time for the second part and it was a doozy. She explained to him what had gone wrong in her previous relationships, “and I don’t want to make the same mistake with you. So I wanted to try something different.

“I planned on coming in here and stripping completely naked.”

His eyebrows raised in surprise. She continued. “My body is one of the few things about myself that I am truly proud of. I can stand naked in front of a mirror for a full ten minutes without going insane, which is a full nine minutes and thirty seconds longer than most women. Sex seems to be the only way I can relax enough to show someone who I really am and be myself.

“But now that I’m here, I’m too nervous to move and the whole plan now seems a little ‘rapey.’

“So my next question: Do you want to have sex with me?”

He smiled again, and it wasn’t a lascivious or lustful smile. It was warm. It almost looked like he was falling in love with her at that moment. He nodded. ‘Yes.’

Her throat felt tight, but she still managed to choke out her next words, “The plan is still the plan… but I’m going to need your help. I need you to walk over here… and slowly undress me.”

She added, “And if you could imagine that it's me taking off my own clothes, it would make me feel better about seducing you.”

He slowly blinked, his smile widening, and then he moved to stand in front of her, taking off his shoes and socks as he did. She did the same. The heat of his body was pleasant, and her nostrils were filled with the aroma of his cologne: cedarwood and warm spices. His large hands moved up to her collar and slowly began to unbutton her blouse. He had only undone one when he paused and lifted her chin, so she was looking into his eyes.

“Are you sure?” His voice seemed deeper and even more pleasant than normal. She could swear she could feel the vibrations on her clit.

She was panting. “Y-yes.”

He leaned down and kissed her. It wasn’t the passionate, lustful kiss that she had imagined every night for the past month. It was sweet, warm and wonderful. She felt her knees weaken and wouldn’t be surprised if she had an orgasm right then and there.

She felt his hands unbutton two more as they kissed before he stopped again. He took her hands and placed them on his collar. She understood immediately and started to unbutton his shirt as well.

He opened her blouse before she had finished with his shirt and slowly pushed it off her shoulders. It fell to the ground behind her. His hands immediately went to the clasp of her bra, and it took him a few tries, but she felt the elastic release. He slipped the straps from her shoulders and broke away from their kiss as the bra fell to the ground in front of her.

She saw his reaction as he took in her breasts. She continued to unbutton the last fastener holding his shirt closed as he ran his fingertips across her chest. He was gentle as he caressed but not so light that he was tickling her. There was something exhilarating in the way he explored her body. Her nipples were overly sensitive from the itchy bra, so she gasped when he bent down and gently kissed them.

She finally got his shirt open, feeling like her whole body was buzzing as she ran her fingers over his firm chest. It had hair but wasn't hairy and was soft to the touch. It felt exactly how she had imagined.

She noticed that he had a tattoo above his right nipple of a dragon in the shape of an ampersand that hadn’t been in his beach photo. She immediately recognized it as the symbol for Dungeons & Dragons.

“You fucking nerd.”

He looked down and laughed as her hands went to his belt and quickly undid it. He started to undo her pants, and both items of clothing slipped to the ground at the same time. With his strong hands on her hips, he held her away from him, his eyes devouring the sight of her body clothed only in her sheer, green thong.

“Wow,” he whispered to himself, but it was just loud enough for her to hear. She giggled.

She was doing the same thing. His body was great but not overly muscular. It was clear he took care of himself but was not body-obsessed. He stood before her in black, skin-tight boxer briefs that did almost nothing to hide his semi-hard erection. Before he could do anything, she was fondling it through the smooth fabric, feeling its length and girth as it grew larger under her hand. In one fluid movement, she hooked her thumbs under his waistband and slid them down his muscular legs. His erection sprang free.

She was arguably smaller than the average woman, with smaller-than-average features, but the length of his cock was almost as long as her forearm. It was thick but not obscenely so, and she could see the veins on it throb with every beat of his heart.

She wanted to reach out and touch it… explore it, but Scott seemed to have other plans. He put his hands around her ribcage and easily lifted her off the ground. She got excited, rapidly remembering her fantasy from the elevator, but he just carried her over to the bed and set her down on the edge. His cock was right in front of her face.

She read the situation as if he wanted to use her mouth. She didn’t mind doing stuff like that but was a little disappointed. She had basically been horny for a month and wanted to finally get the fucking she needed to finally chill out. But if this is what he wanted, she would do it.

She leaned forward, ready to impress him with her oral skills, but before she could, one of his powerful hands was on her chest, pushing her all the way back.

“Not yet. Your turn first.”

She was confused until he knelt between her legs and pulled her panties down her legs excruciatingly slowly. She gasped at the prospect. No one had ever done what she suspected he wanted to do. None of the previous men she had been with had seemed interested or even offered to go down there; to see to her pleasure before their own.

It was also then that she discovered she was slightly ticklish down there. She writhed a little as he slowly kissed her belly button, down over her neatly trimmed pubes, and moving ever lower. Each kiss felt like an electric shock.

“Wait, wait, wait.”

But he didn't, and she was happy he ignored her. His tongue slipped over her clit, and she let out a long moan, then sighed. The sensation was new to her and like nothing she had ever experienced. He was amazing at it, his tongue slipping over her clit as he drove it in and out of her as deep as he could get it. And when he let loose a deep growl that seemed to vibrate his tongue inside her, it got even better. With one hand, she played with her breasts while the other ran through his thick hair. She started to grind into his face in time with his thrusting tongue while his hand began to work its way up and down his cock. The fact that he seemed to be enjoying this as much as she was ended up being a huge turn-on.

She felt her pleasure building to the inevitable end and announced in short choppy sentences, “I’m going to… I’m going to… I’m—”

He didn’t move away. He didn’t stop. He kept going at the same pace. And when her orgasm started and she began to moan and shake, he seemed to become even more passionate, driving his tongue even further into her, slipping it in long strokes over her clit. The orgasm was powerful and seemed to last way longer than any orgasm she had with anyone else, even herself with her battery-operated boyfriend.

He slowly tapered off his licking as her twitching subsided until he completely stopped with his tongue still deeply lodged inside her. And then he made a sound somewhere between a growl and a laugh. The deep resonating tone vibrated her insides uncomfortably.

“D-don’t do that,” she said as she pushed his head away. “Sensitive.”

He laughed as he stood, wiping his mouth with his hand before he leaned over and kissed her.

“That was definitely new. Give me a minute. That was the hardest I’ve ever come.”

“No one has ever done that for you?” he asked as he laid down beside her.

She chuckled still trying to catch her breath. “No. And I can honestly say I didn’t think it would feel that good.”

“Well, full disclosure: if we end up liking each other and this becomes a regular thing, you can expect a lot more of that. Going down there for a taste is my favorite thing to do.”

She laughed. “I think it’s my new favorite too.”

They were both silent for a beat. She was looking up at the ceiling, feeling incredibly satisfied, when she noticed that he was looking over her body admiringly. And the look on his face was pure lustful need. Without turning her head, she reached over and wrapped her fingers around his sex. It pulsated and twitched in response to her touch, solid as a hot iron rod.

“Scott?”

“Anna.”

“I’m on the pill, I need you to fuck me silly and give me everything you’ve got to give.”

Without any warning, he sprang to his feet, hooked his arms under her and lifted her from the bed like she weighed nothing. She yelped in surprise and then laughed.

“This is definitely a ‘don’t tell me twice’ situation,” he said as he laughed with her.

As abruptly and roughly as he picked her up, he did the opposite when laying her down at the top of the bed, lowering her gently like she was made of porcelain. She spread her legs wide as he moved in between them and wrapped them around him, feeling his firm buttocks with her heels.

“Be careful. It’s been a long time.”

“Same here. Let’s just say I plan to take things extra…” he pushed the head past her lips as she opened her mouth in a silent moan, “…slow.”

He wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t small either. At first, it was uncomfortable, being a little thicker than she was used to, but that discomfort quickly gave way to pleasure. She could feel every raised vein, pulsing with his heartbeat, and they seemed to be hitting all the right spots.

“Fuuuck,” he said in a long, low moan.

She felt him drive deeper. Her leg twitched involuntarily, she grabbed a handful of sheets, and bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming in pleasure. Finally, she felt his sack resting against her ass and knew he had bottomed out. She grabbed both sides of his head and pulled him into the passionate kiss she had fantasized about. And it was worth the month-long wait.

He began to gently thrust into her, slow at first and then picking up speed as their tongues battled between their mouths. She scratched at his back while using her legs, pushing on his ass to help drive him deeper and harder.

The sensation was slowly building. She hoped she would be able to get another orgasm before he got his but knew that either way, the sensation of thrusting into her would be enough for her. To his credit, he wasn’t showing any signs of stopping. In fact, he eventually broke away from their kiss, and started to drive into her even harder, pulling out almost completely before driving forcefully (but not roughly) back into her.

The sensation was building faster now. She held onto him for dear life, dragging her teeth along the skin of his neck. This seemed to turn him on even more and she could swear that he was somehow becoming longer and harder. Turning him on like that was a vicious cycle that, in turn, turned her on even more. She was quickly reaching the end.

“Scott, I’m coming again,” she said as the energy built to a fever pitch. Her breath caught in her as she felt the orgasm crashing over her.

Her moans only seemed to give him more vigor. He began pounding into her, his thighs clapping against her skin, and the root of his dick slapping repeatedly into her clit. Her orgasm built higher and higher until she literally felt like she was going blind. Her brain lost all ability for cognitive thought, and all she could do was let out a scream; there was no chance someone hadn’t heard.

The more he drove into her the longer it seemed to go on until Anna was afraid she would never stop coming. She must have blacked out because the next thing she remembered, Scott was lying next to her, holding her to his chest.

“Sweet ass-fucking Moses!” she groaned as she continued to twitch.

“High praise.”

“I take what I said earlier back. That is my new favorite.” She closed her eyes, running her fingers down his chest and across his stomach, coming to rest on his penis.

Her head shot up to look at what she was touching. “What the fuck? Why are you still hard? You didn’t come?”

He shrugged. “You needed a break.”

“Ah hell no! Fuck that. Mama didn’t raise no quitter. Get behind me!” She got on all fours on the mattress.

“Are you sure? I’m pretty sure I put you into a coma.”

She rounded on him, grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him close, squishing his cheeks in. “You listen to me. You are going to fuck me while admiring the ass I’ve been preparing for you for a month and then you are going to turn me into your crème-filled pastry! Got it?!”

She felt him grin under his grip, “Got it.”

“Good.” She kissed him and then put her head and chest on the mattress with her ass in the air.

His hands grabbed onto her hips, and she immediately felt something in her sex twitch, as if to say, ‘here we go again.’

He was still gentle when he entered her but it didn’t take nearly as long to get to full speed, pulling powerfully on her hips as he thrust. She felt intense intermittent twitches of pleasure inside her, aftershocks of her previous orgasm. They felt so good it was like having hundreds of mini orgasms. She was moaning in a way that she had only ever seen in porn and felt stupid doing it but couldn’t help it. He seemed to be responding to the moans passionately, so she didn’t try to stop them.

One of his hands moved from her hip and started to caress her ass, kneading the muscles like dough. The other hand began to scratch its way up her back, the sensation amplified by the aftermath of two orgasms.

His moans became more insistent and needful. She knew he was close and started meeting his thrusts, feeling him drive deeper than she had ever felt before. She could feel him swelling and then the first spurt of warmth into her.

He suddenly circled his arms around her chest, grabbing handfuls of her breasts as she was pulled up into a bear hug. She could feel him pulsating inside her and, placing her hands on her stomach, could almost feel the head of his penis from the outside, pushing against her palm. He growled low in her ears as his thrusts slowly ground to a halt.

They were both exhausted and panting like beasts. She reached over her shoulder to run her fingers through his hair as he kissed, sucked on, and nibbled her neck. His hands roamed freely over her skin glistening with her sweat and seemed to be everywhere at once. It was addicting and a part of her wanted more but she felt relieved when they fell sideways onto the bed. He pulled her into a spoon's position, still inside her, still twitching occasionally, and pulled the sheets and blanket over them.

“Do you mind if we stay like this for a while?” His deep voice tickled her ear.

She smiled broadly, feeling deep euphoria. “Absolutely, we can.”

“I don't know if you realize it but you essentially used sex as an icebreaker.”

“Regrets?” She suddenly felt worried.

“Fuck no! You're weird and fun and I like it.” His response was immediate with a trace of a laugh in his voice. “Do you think you’re relaxed enough to be yourself or do you need some more ‘relaxing?’”

She nibbled on her lip as she felt herself blush. It was lucky she was facing away from him.

“I don’t know. Maybe a little bit of a break and then a little more ‘relaxing?’”

“Thank you for seducing me. I can’t wait to get to know the real you.”

They didn’t ‘relax’ anymore that night. Instead, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, both feeling content and safe. They both knew this was going somewhere that they were both ready to go.