There goes fourth chapter... This one is definitely M-rated, so if you're underage, I'd advise to leave it unread. I promise you won't miss a thing.

And for those who aren't - have fun? ;)

If she would give it a thought… No, that's a lie. When she was giving it a thought – those occasions happening after dark – she expected herself to drown in an embarrassment, once she would be left topless. To the amazement that may or may not fill her mind later, no such thing takes a place. Moreover, Katrina is on fire when his stubble grazes side of her breast, her legs wrapping around him in an encouraging embrace without her conscious decision.

Living the life of an empowered woman, she enjoys her independency and respect she is given and wouldn't change it for a world, but when it comes to sex activities… She likes light roughness – scratching of man's facial hair, pinning against the surfaces, teeth usage, those crimson hickeys and pulling on her long strands. Yet, she hasn't been with a man whom she could trust enough to indulge into such for a longer than she can't think of… Definitely not letting guys she dated few weeks or two months to treat her like that, even for her own pleasure.

Truth be told, they were mostly just arrogant jerks from the DA's office or some competing firms. No wonder she never let herself be vulnerable around them, when she did not gave them enough credit to believe they wouldn't steal case files from her place if she would have any. With Brian though… She feels so little boundaries when it comes to him it's scaring, she would allow him to do anything he wants with her and would gladly relish in that, just as she does now – receiving his sucking kisses on her chest and he plays with her nipples oh so good.

Her hands reach as far as they can, threading through his hair, caress his shoulders, touch his arms and she grunts, half in pleasure and half in displeasure, because has he be so damn long? I want him closer. The second the musing bobs in her thoughts, little voice inside assures her she's not going to grumble about it later and her pinkish cheeks redden. She can feel this much already, their hips moving together and she's exposed to the evidence of his arousal, sweet suffering through the thin material of her shorts.

Brian maps her body with his palms, learning the curves he previously only guessed about and its lovingly responding in his arms. He dares to use his teeth and is granted with a sharp inhale, a low moan of his name, then a stinging sensation of her nails on his shoulders. Keen of her reaction, he does it again, causing more whimpers on her side and more throbbing in the erection on his.

"Yes, yes, yes," she pleads, restless.

Brian leaves the hard peak for a moment to admire her dazed state. There's hue covering her face and neck, messy bun she had is messed up beyond the idea of messed buns and she looks attractively disheveled, a perfect contrast to her usual self.

Her eyes slowly flutter open.

"Come here," Katrina encourages, smiling tenderly and running her fingers up his forearms. He cannot resist her, but – how any man in his right senses could refuse such a request coming from an alluring woman as her?

Mirroring her expression, he pushes himself forward and cups her cheek in his palm, lacing their lips together and grinning into her mouth. She tastes like fresh mint and he hopes he didn't have anything gross for a lunch, but those concerns leaves him as soon as her hands wander down to his trousers. She promptly opens a belt, a button of the pants and a fly and using her legs helps him free himself out of its comfy prison.

"It's your turn," he chuckles, feeling her reaching for his briefs.

"You're more clothed," she murmurs, nibbling on his ear and running circles on his hips, enjoying toned skin under her fingertips, grazing the edge of V-shaped muscles underneath.

"Am I?"

"Socks."

"You sure you want them out? They're cool," this time his hand lowers itself to the level of her nether regions, cautiously sneaking it inside her shorts.

She tilts head to check out mentioned pieces of clothing and finds him wearing green colored socks in a black and white penguins. When her gaze gets back to his face, he is having that stupid smirk and raised eyebrows. Half of his mimic lays in brows, she muses.

"That's your definition of cool?"

He feigns disappointment and sighs. "There's still a hell lot of work ahead of me, I see. Okay, don't worry Brian, baby steps. She's learned to joke, she's gonna learn to be fun just the same."

"Hey," she pats his chest, pretending to be offended. "I knew how to joke before I met you!"

"Did you?" And here it is, this amused yet challenging face she has grown to adore.

"Yes, for your information I'm super fun person. I even have a dachshund on my desk at the office. Now strip these off and stop talking," she raises her own eyebrows to make a point.

"Or what you're gonna do?" he bites on her lower lip and sucks the mark to fluster her.

"I'm gonna… lower your score."

"Yeah, about all that lowering…" he trails off and before she has time to ask, in one swift motion he pulls her shorts down her legs and she squeals with a surprise. "I wouldn't like to lose points by talking too much, you're right."

An exhale leaves her when his mouth makes contact with her knee and anticipating tingling in her stomach intensifies. Her hips insist she keeps moving them impatiently, but that teeny, tiny part of her brain that hasn't melted yet prefers to save some bits of her dignity. But fuck, she hasn't feel so cherished in a very long time. It feels just like… Like the whole world doesn't matter and the only place that exist is here, with him caressing her, his whole focus fixed solely on giving her pleasure and driving her mad. Involutionary moan rolls off Katrina's tongue and she arches her back slightly.

"Can you just…"

"Do what?" he licks his way up her thigh, parting her legs to make room for his wide shoulders.

"You know what…"

"No, I don't."

"I will not beg," she declares in the last attempt, gripping the duvet to not let her fingers find the swollen, aching nub between her legs and bring herself release.

"For what?" he plays, his kisses dangerously close to the rim of her panties.

With an inhale he drowns in the musky smell of her sex and he has to stop himself from changing his plans and ripping them off, diving right in. He doesn't know how this innocent (okay, not so innocent, but still gentlemanlike) journey up her body turned into the game of power, but is ultimately pleased with the outcome. Making Katrina surrender to his ministrations is something he has never let himself to dream of and even if he did, he doubts it would be nowhere near the reality. Raw feeling in his chest, like possessiveness mixed with a primal male pride spreads in his veins, because causing such fierce and down-to-earth woman as she is to whimper is an achievement, indeed.

"Brian."

"Mhmmm?" he hums, sending vibrations to her core and his teeth are teasing the line of her underwear, his fingers sneaking under to touch her hipbones, but no further, his breath is warming her already hot entrance and going more south… Well, tent in his briefs speaks for itself.

"Brian…" she drawls his name, these few letters personal mantra in her head.

Dazed with the smell of her arousal, he let his forefinger touch the dampness in the center of her lingerie with a featherlike pressure, curious about the wetness hidden by a navy blue material. She pushes her hips higher to deepen the sensation, yet he withdraws his digit just as quickly. She groans, but fights to keep her façade.

"I won't lose to you," she moves her feet to his ass, stealthily moving her toes under the band and shoving the cloth down his legs.

Her try to regain control comes to a naught when he abruptly abandons his previous spot, unceremoniously pulls the briefs all the way down and throws it somewhere behind. The second he moved away from her, her eyes snapped open and she has seen his erection sprang free, her assumptions more than correct. Katrina's inner walls clench in a telltale sign of how sumptuously filled she's going to be in a matter of minutes.

"Like what you see?" he catches her staring and another wave of redness covers her already flushed cheeks. She does. Very much. So much, she is on the brink of begging him to take her. Or pleading to wrap her palm around the most impressive penis she has ever seen.

Her lips curls into little 'o' shape, inaudible yes dancing in her mind and painful need slipping into every pore of her being.

Her expression being enough as an answer, he does next surprising thing and holding her gaze, with an ease takes down her panties. Truth be told, he doesn't even have to ask her to help him, she's raising her hips the moment his digits touch her. Her underwear joins his on the floor and he is still keeping their eyes locked. How he looks at her though… As if she was the most dazzling creature in the world.

With a hunger so unmistakable her self-esteem strikes to the clouds.

With a lust so dark his eyes are black.

With a passion so firing it burns.

With an affection she never dared to find there.

And she breaks.

"Make me yours."

Her words comes in a submissive moan she's going to think of many, many times later, but not right now, no. Now Katrina Bennett isn't the woman of rationality and cold decisions. She's shivers and goosebumps and sensations and want. She's the reason of his groan and aching in his loins and exhilarating taste on his tongue, when he parts her lower lips and drinks as a thirst man he is. She's cries and grunts and shuddering in a heat his wonderful mouth generate, nibbling and licking and sucking in all the right places. She's his undoing and as much as he doesn't understand why her fragrance and aroma works on him so badly, even if he would be blind, even if he would be deaf, touching her would be enough to make him fall for her as much as he does the very moment. And she's falling too.

It doesn't take long before she's reaching her first orgasm, trembling underneath his mouth and tightly grasping his hair, wishing for that exotique feeling to never subside. With a different man she might be worrying if she's not screaming too loud or too whiny, if her facial expression isn't too ugly or thousand other aspects of her appearance, but with Brian… No. She fell for him in the first place, because she felt utterly comfortable in his presence and as it shows, that didn't subside once the situation changed. On the other hand, what more do you need than experiencing the bliss in the most natural and free way, feeling safe enough to just be yourself?

Brian deliberately slows his movements to finally depart from between her legs, shifting his weight next to her, admiring the masterpiece laying by his side. The image of her swollen from biting lips, loose strands hallo over her head, body actually glowing with the pleasure he gave her… That's going to stay with him forever.

From his thoughts pulls him a palm gently cupping his cheek and a look so tender, he can't stop himself from kissing her knuckles. Yes, he's still shaking with the desire inside, needing relief from his painful erection, but he wouldn't forgive himself if he didn't let her recover first. Oversensitive as she has to be, she deserves a minute to calm down from her high.

"Hey," he speaks softly, observing her coming back to the reality.

"Hey," she answers dreamily, her eyes shining so bright he can swear they are stars. Blue oceans stars.

"So how was it?" he flashes her a confident smile, wiggling his brows.

She shakes her head lightly, grinning so wide her face hurts, but trying to hide her awe a bit with a tease.

"There are huge chances you're not going to get fired this time."

He chuckles, bowing to capture her lips in a kiss.

Instantly, she senses her own taste and it sparks the flare in her back again. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she tells him to move and he does it gladly. Brian hovers above her for a second, his strong arms creating small cage around her and it gives her notion of a protection, something she probably haven't fully experienced from a man in her whole adult life. Her heart flutters and she wraps her legs around his hips in an embrace, settling his manhood exactly where they both needed it to be.

"I think it's time for a second part of your performance review," Katrina whispers straight to his ear, biting its lobe to accentuate her intentions.

His mouth movements grow more urgent on her neck as his lower body rub alongside her slick lips. Like in the trance, he sucks and licks the creamy column of her skin, leaving hickeys here and there and as soon as he's done, he does the same to her breasts. She knows she won't take it anymore as his tip grazes her entrance one too many times and all she wants is to push herself up to meet their bodies in the most intimate touch, but a thought alarms her enough to utter, "Condoms. Third drawer. Now."

He pulls away from her, lost expression marking his features before the meaning of her words sink in. Grateful for his long limbs, Brian stretches into the mentioned direction and fumbling in the mass of different objects, his fingers grasp slippery surface of a cuboid. He rips foil from the package and opens it, taking smaller square sachet in his teeth to drop the box on the nightstand. Well-practiced with the protection, he hurriedly rolls it down his member.

Meeting her sight, he sees her smirking and returns it doubly, then grabs her ass to position himself in her opening. He moves to his forearms, his body flushes with her as much as humanly possible and he ask the last question, "you ready?"

"Mhmm," she purrs, already too engrossed in leaving hot kisses on his jaw and shoulder to care about anything else in the world. He laughs internally in a delight of her, one hundred percent is one hundred percent and she's really something else in his life. Katrina draws his lips to hers using the hand in his hair and that's the moment their bodies collide.

Despite the greatest efforts both of them may take, even despite how amazing team they make and how goddamn good work they do, all of this would be futile for them to describe the feeling of their joining together as a one. Best dictionary and best song writer wouldn't capture the heavenly sensation of her tight walls milking his throbbing manhood when his hips carry him in and out of her in a steady tempo, making them both breathless. She clings to him, body and soul, crying out soft moans, driving him into his own madness. But he doesn't remain in dept to her either, mercilessly hitting the softest spot in her and making her back arch in an ecstasy. They rock in a sync, one impatiently seeking release more than the other, but it doesn't matter, not really, since the second one follows just after in a longing for the peak.

"Harder. Faster," she commands, but there isn't a thing he wouldn't do for her right now, not when her order is his deepest wish.

Brian's thrusts becomes more erratic and she meets him for each one as he speeds up, pushing into her with force of man in his most crazed state. Not sure how long he will survive, one of his digits slips between their bodies to ensure his lover is going to reach the climax just like he will. She gasps, overwhelmed with stimuli and closes her eyes tightly, thriving in his devotion. Fingers buried in his hair almost as much as he is buried within her, she shifts her legs higher and with a little help of his hand hooks them on his shoulders.

What happens next is just a pure bliss.

Few more strokes and her walls spasm, sending her off into the oblivion and he joins her in the next four moves. Moans and grunts fill the little air that's left in the room, they crash and crash and crash, spiraling into the best possible madness.

Finally, as a nature dictates, he finishes spilling into the thin protection separating them and gradually comes back to his senses. At least partially, as he feels her insides still quivering and hides his face in the crock of her neck, waiting. After a while she calms down with a most contented sigh, lowering first one, then another limb from his body and simply as it is, smooths his back with her palm. The situation requires no words as both of them rest, enjoying each other company and granting comfort of being together.

Brian slowly opens up his eyes and kisses her temple, before he shifts backwards to take in the sight of a woman underneath his body. She's observing him with a shy expression, blush covering her cheeks and making her look so girly in a comparison with a raw pleasure coloring up her features moments before. Her hand brushes off a droplet of sweat running down the side of his face, tiny gesture managing to create the odd sensation in his heart all over again.

The blow of a cold air from outside the window hits his bare back and he realizes how the heat fades away, leaving their bodies damp and chilling.

"We should–" he murmurs, looking aside, but she interjects, aware of his intention.

"Yeah," Katrina nods, the intimacy of the moment breaking with a slight awkwardness.

He withdraws, rolls over her and hides condom in the tissues taken from her nightstand. That's the part romantic comedies don't tell – how are you supposed to proceed after the hook up?

In the meantime Katrina managed to take off her hairband and comb her hair with the fingers slightly, already covered by the duvet, now deciphering the following course of action. Brian casts a side glance at her and gladly finds her as unsure what to do as he is, so he decides to act on the instinct, though try to make it easier for her at the same time.

He chuckles. "We ain't gonna cuddle until I'll get my note. And it'd better be positive," he winks on her, getting under the covers.

"It is," she blushes, looking away. It's really cute how determined and organized person she is on a daily basis, yet when it comes to human relations and intimacy she seems to lose her confidence somehow.

"Yeah, how many percent?" Brian inquires, settling on his side and facing her.

"Enough to give you 'good job' sticker?"

He pretends to consider it. "What about two stickers and a lollipop?"

"I can go with one sticker and the lollipop. Take it or leave it."

"Then I'm going to keep you by your word about the lollipop," he smiles mischievously, causing her to gasp, because she wasn't aware of the double meaning of her offer.

"Oh, I actually didn't mean–"

"Too late for that," he announces just before capturing her lips in a surprisingly chaste kiss, but she melts nonetheless.

His long arms circle her upper half and when they part, he pulls her on top of him, so she can snuggle to his chest. He has to admit, she still does it somehow reluctantly, despite what they have just done.

"I've got a sense you're uncomfortable?"

"Uhm, it's not that…" Katrina shifts in the spot, bit tensed.

"So what?"

She sighs, tilting head to catch his gaze. "I'm not used to sleep without clothes on."

He eyes her carefully, not shooting the comment that popped in his head right away. Getting your girl offended just after sex isn't the best decision, every guy should know that. Even though she's not his girl, leaving aside she pleaded him to make her his…

"That would explain you getting to sleep in a bra and underwear," he states finally. "You want us to dress up?"

Her forehead creases when she thinks about his question. "There's no need… It's just… feeling weird."

"I won't mind if we'll put something on," he reassures her, yet his hand moves up and down her back in a caressing style, trying to convince her to stay bare as she is right now.

Is he succeeding?

Oh, screw him, of course he is.

"No, I think I'll be okay…" she decides, nestling her head more into the crock of his neck and exhaling deeply. Once she lets herself loosen up, she notices she hasn't been so relaxed in a very long time. Probably the benefit of the post-orgasmic mix of the best hormones swirling in her bloodstream.

Katrina's eyelids slowly fall closed as silence falls in the room too, their breaths the only sound.

"You know, actually I'm wearing clothes," he states out of blue and wiggles his feet out of the cover to show her socks he still has on.

She grumbles, rolling her eyes. "I see your taste in socks mirrors one you have for ties?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You're ridiculous."

"You ain't cool," he murmurs as sleepiness starts to heavy on him as well and his movements become slower.

"I am," she counters in a similar manner.

"Hmm, tell me about it."

"I would rather show you… later," Katrina sighs rubbing her cheek against his chest. Dark, curly hair tickles her, but she doesn't mind, she has never been after boys anyway.

"Fair enough," he kisses her head absentmindedly, tightening his embrace around her.

Neither of them think what will bring tomorrow as they peacefully descend into the world of dreams, single care not appearing on their radar. No, tonight isn't about consequences, about lost fight against the magnetic pull, about the battle they were never meant to win. About issues they will have to face in the future. Let's not worry beforehand.

This night is theirs – to relish in the feeling they've never let themselves to have. Behind all those boundaries separating them was hidden something pure, surprisingly sweet and full of trust, despite the limited time they spend together… as friends. And now, since the status quo was breached… Who knows where's that going to take them?