Author's note with mild spoiler: Thanks for reading and reviewing. I warn you that this chapter has some heavy lemon, but the beginning and the end are more important than the graphic stuff. Read what you want to read. :) (Season X is still in progress.)
After that kiss, Steve and Laura really began to act like they were just friends. Steve still met her in the morning, they still had lunch every day, and they still walked out together at night, but everyone kept their hands to themselves and flirtatious conversation was kept completely PG. There were no references to more risqué moments in their relationship, either. Steve didn't even press her to talk about things she wasn't ready to talk about.
This went on for a couple of months. When August rolled around, and Urkorp was ready to unveil its newest product, things changed.
The evening started normally enough. They were throwing a huge party in the office while they waited for responses to come back from overseas distributors. If everything went as planned and the product was picked up, they had plenty of booze and food to celebrate outside of Steve's office. If it was a flop, they had plenty of booze and food to drown and stuff their sorrows. The tiny waiting room was packed with executives, their dates, interns, assistants, and all of the scientists who had worked on the project. They were Steve's favorite guests, other than Laura, because he could actually understand them. He was never meant for the world of executives. It was just where he ended up. Talking about science he could handle. Laura was great with the business people, at least. He was grateful he had her for many reasons, but as far as professional skills went, that was a big one.
Laura was just glad to have a night out of the house. With this project, she had been working non-stop. When she wasn't working, she spent every waking moment with her kids because she felt so guilty about working all the time. She was glad to steal just one night where she could dress like an adult and have a little fun. She wore a light pink dress that Steve bought for her. It was tight and low-cut with thin straps. It rested just below mid-thigh. Sure, it was still a work function, but since the project was done, and they were only waiting for results, no one really had any work to do.
For each country that called, they opened a new bottle of champagne and did a new toast. So far, they had only had positive responses. The last call they were expecting was coming from Iceland. At 2:08 in Chicago, it was 8:08 in Reykjavik. Steve began to worry when the call was late. Laura walked over to his side and squeezed his hand for support. As their hands locked together, the phone started to ring, and Steve answered it.
He spoke in what Laura assumed was Icelandic. She couldn't read his expression, but his hand squeezed hers tighter.
As he hung up the phone, he turned to everyone slowly. His face looked deeply depressed, but he dropped that act quickly and yelled, "We have distributors in all thirty countries!"
Everyone cheered, and Laura grabbed Steve's face. She planted a quick kiss on his lips and released him as her tipsy brain caught up with her actions. They stood by awkwardly as someone went to grab the last bottle of champagne. Steve led the final toast of the evening and thanked everyone for their hard work. He told them they were welcome stay as long as they wished, but by 3:00 am, he and Laura were the only two left.
She pulled out a garbage bag and started to clean up.
He laughed at her softly. "Laura, you don't have to do that."
"I don't mind," she said. "It's my job."
"No," he replied, taking the bag from her, "that's maintenance's job. You did your job tonight. You can go home." He set the bag on the ground.
"I don't go home until you do," she said firmly.
He nodded. "Then I'll call Maven to drive us both."
"Oh, I can drive, Steve. I only finished one glass of champagne. For every other toast, I just took a sip."
"It's late, though. I don't want you driving."
"I'm fine, really."
"Humor me, Sweetums?" he smiled at her.
"Ok," she agreed sweetly, smiling back.
He picked up the receiver, and she took it from him. She set it back in the cradle. "Can we wait another minute?"
"Don't you have to get home to the kids?"
"They've been in bed for hours, Steve. I won't see them until morning anyway."
"Oh, I guess you're right."
She waved at him to follow. "C'mon."
Steve followed her as she walked into his office. It was the only place that had a clean surface to sit on. She shut the door behind them and sat on the couch that faced the river. He took a seat next to her, and they sat quietly in the dark, watching the water move. Laura slipped out of her heels and moved closer to Steve. She curled her legs up behind her and put an arm around his neck. She started to softly stroke the back of it. Her light touch made his hair stand on end, but he was still trying to behave, so he didn't move. He just let her touch him.
She leaned closer and rested her chin on his shoulder. She moved her mouth to his ear and whispered, "Thank you for being so patient, Steve."
He turned to her, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "Patient? What do you mean?"
"Thank you for being patient with me. I know I haven't exactly been fair to you."
"You have been plenty fair, Laura Lee."
"No, I haven't," she admitted, embarrassed. "I've been teasing you like crazy since I got here, and I know it's because I have trust issues now, but it still wasn't fair to you."
"Laura, don't give it a second thought. You're working through something that's extremely difficult. All that matters is that you're comfortable."
"I have been lately, Steve, thanks to you."
He looked at her beautiful face. She was closer to him than she had been in weeks, excluding tonight's earlier kiss. All he could think about was taking her into his arms and kissing her again. It would be a deeper kiss, the kind of kiss she really deserved. He wanted to show her how incredible it would feel to be loved again, to be worshipped the way she ought to be, but he didn't. He just gazed at her lovingly. Though he tried to control them, so she didn't feel pressured, his eyes begged for her touch.
She leaned forward and kissed him. She placed one hand on his cheek as the other continued to caress his neck. She sucked on his bottom lip, and her tongue begged for entry.
When he was convinced that she really wanted him to, he opened his mouth for her. It was his first real kiss in months, and though he tried to control himself, he moaned softly into her mouth. "Mmmmm…" He feared, for a moment, that she would pull away, but the moan only seemed to encourage her. He felt her move down to his neck, leaving soft, wet kisses wherever she went. When she reached her destination, she kissed him softly and then began to suck hard. He moaned again, "Oohhhhh…" He couldn't believe she remembered where to kiss him.
She grinned to herself as she kissed, proud that he wasn't the only one who could remember things. Feeling brave, she left a hickey on his neck, knowing he wouldn't be able to cover it since it was above his collar. She slipped his jacket off of his shoulders and undid his tie. She opened the first few buttons on his shirt so she could kiss a little lower. She planted kisses across his defined collarbone. She was surprised that his arms remained politely at his sides while she kissed him. She realized how much effort he must have been putting into letting her take the lead. She decided the least she could do was be clear about what she wanted. She moved to nibble on his ear the way he always loved, and she ran a hand down his chest. Eventually, it reached his groin, and she placed it firmly on his member. She could feel how hard he was through his pants, and she started to rub him through the fabric.
He reacted immediately. First, he groaned involuntarily, "Unnnggghhh…", but as he realized what was happening, he pushed her away. "Laura," he gripped her by the wrist so her hand remained above his waist, "what are you doing?"
She stopped kissing his ear to look into his eyes. She couldn't blame him for being confused, but she also wasn't sure she could really say it definitively. "I… um… I'm trying to make love to you, Steve."
He swallowed hard, fighting to maintain his self-control. "No," he squeaked out, his brain winning out against every muscle in his body.
Laura was deeply hurt by that. She pulled her wrist away and scooted back on the couch slightly. "No?"
He hated the way her eyebrows furrowed in pain. He wasn't trying to hurt her feelings. He just wanted to protect her. "You've been drinking, Laura."
"It was one glass of champagne," she argued, coming off a little more frustrated than she intended to.
"That's one glass too many to make this decision, Sweetheart."
"No, it's not, Steve. That's ridiculous!"
"You're tired, too, my love. I just don't want us doing anything that you're going to regret tomorrow."
"Steve, tonight's our only chance for a while," she urged. "I'm not gonna have another night out for a long time after this."
"But you could!" he insisted.
"No, Steve, because they're my priority. I want this, Steve. I really do. I wanna do this for me, and I wanna do this to thank you, but we can't do it tomorrow or the next day. This is a onetime only offer."
He looked at her sadly. "We shouldn't do it until you've thought about it more."
"I have been thinking about this, Steve. I've been thinking about this since that night we kissed at the house. I want this, Steve. I've wanted this for a long time. I just wasn't ready before. Please, I'm ready now."
He looked at her and watched her practically beg. He wanted to believe her. He was just terrified of ruining everything again. "If it's just a onetime thing, though, what will happen after?"
She looked away, a little embarrassed that she was asking him for this. She still really wasn't being fair to him, but once had to be better than never, right? "Well, I guess, things would go back to normal for a while, until I'm ready for something more. This is a slow process, Steve, I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry," he said, reaching for her hand. "I'm here for you, whatever you need," he promised.
She moved closer to him again. "You know what I need," she whispered breathily.
"Yowsaaaa…" he moaned.
She placed her lips right up to his ear. "Please, Steve. You know me better than anyone. Give me what I need."
He growled softly, "Ehmmm…" He pulled her on to his lap, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He kissed her deeply, and she started to grind into his lap. "What do you need, Laura?"
She moaned softly, "Oooo, I need you, Steve."
"What do you need me to do to you?"
"I need you to make love to me, Steve," she whispered, looking deeply into his eyes, as she continued to rub herself against him.
"Take off your dress," he whispered.
She looked at him nervously but stood in front of him. She reached for her zipper, but she hesitated.
"What's wrong, Laura?" he asked, not missing a moment of her ever-changing expression.
"I don't look like I used to, Steve," she said apprehensively, crossing her arms over her stomach.
"I'm sure you are even more beautiful now, Sweetums," he insisted.
"No, I'm not. The skin on my stomach is loose, and my breasts aren't quite as perky. My butt's not as tight," she listed anxiously.
He stood up and moved in front of her. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her into him. He kissed the top of her head, and she relaxed against him. "I'm not going to ask you to do anything you're not ready to do, Laura Lee, but please, don't think for a moment that I'm going to want you less than I ever have."
She held him tightly. She really did want to do this tonight. She had been thinking about it all night, and she knew he had, too, because she looked great in this dress. Now, as she was faced with removing it, however, her confidence had faded.
"What are you thinking, Sweetheart? What do you want to do?" he asked as he held her.
She hesitated but responded, "I want you, Steve."
He moved his hand to her zipper. "Then, relax, my pet." He slowly slipped it down her back. The sound ripped through their silence. He reached the end of the track, and he took a moment to stroke her bare back. "Your skin is so soft," he purred.
She smiled into his neck and kissed him there gently.
His fingers trailed up and down her spine, but then he pulled away and, in one swift motion, pulled her dress to the floor. It pooled around her feet, and she gasped as she stood before him in only a white lacy thong. He put his hands on her hips but left space between them so he could marvel at her figure. He forced himself to make eye contact as much as he could but often found that he couldn't pull his eyes away from her body.
She grew nervous in his silence. She desperately needed him to say something, "Steve?"
"Yes, my pet?"
"Please, tell me I'm beautiful, even if you don't–"
He pulled her against him and kissed her. His eyes remained open, but hers drifted shut as his tongue began to move in and out of her mouth. He broke the kiss and whispered against her lips, "Don't you dare finish that sentence. Of course, I think you're beautiful. You are the most gorgeous creature I have ever seen. I was only silent because your body leaves me speechless."
Her knees shook slightly, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Really?"
"Really," he promised, kissing her quickly. He pulled away to look at her again. "How could you question it for a second, Laura?"
She shrugged silently, uncomfortable under his scrutiny.
He shook his head. "It breaks my heart that you feel so insecure, Sweetums. Your stomach is still perfectly flat. You're very fit."
She looked down at herself and stroked the skin a little, embarrassed by its looseness.
Steve got on his knees in front of her and placed his hand on her stomach. She tried to pull back, but he held her in place. He stroked her and said, "I know the skin isn't as tight as it once was, and I can see the couple of stretch marks you think you're hiding with your hands."
She blushed and turned away from him.
"But," he continued, "that just reminds me what a young, fertile woman you are."
These weren't exactly the compliments Laura was hoping to hear, but something about them screamed Steve Urkel.
He started to kiss and lick her stomach, focusing around her navel. "Do you know what a turn-on it is when I think about getting you pregnant? You know I want that, don't you?"
Laura cleared her throat nervously, "Steve, we can't… I mean, tonight is just–"
"I know," he whispered. "I just want you to know what your body makes me think about." He started to lick her navel, and she shuddered. "Are you still on the pill, Laura?"
Her eyes widened as she realized what a huge mistake she was about to make. "Oh, my God." She pushed him away and reached for her dress. "No, Steve, I'm not, and I didn't bring anything. Oh, damn it. I'm such an idiot."
As she berated herself, Steve walked over to his desk and pulled out a box of condoms. He walked back over to her and took her dress out of her hands, replacing it with the box. "You're not the only one who's been thinking about this."
"How did you know I wouldn't be on the pill?"
"You mentioned that you and Stefan never started again after Elijah. I just thought it was a possibility."
Laura was so relieved that he had thought this through. That little scare had only cemented for her how much she really wanted this. She set the box down on the coffee table in front of her and looked up to him, a little more confidently. "So, you don't mind my stomach, what about my breasts?"
He smiled down at her as she thrust her chest out slightly for him. He sat back down and pulled her into his lap again. His hands cupped her breasts, and he started to massage them. "Laura Winslow, you can still pull off a low-cut dress without a bra. How insecure can you really be about them?"
She smiled. He had a point.
"They're perfect, Laura. I think about them all the time."
"What do you think about doing to them?" she purred.
He was thrilled she was starting to feel confident enough again to tease him. He pulled her closer so her breasts were right in front of his face. He lifted her slightly and pushed her back down into his lap so he could see them bounce a little.
She moaned when her lacy panties rubbed against his pants again, "Ohhhh…"
He smiled and pulled her forward so he could suck on her nipple. He had spent enough time after the gala rubbing them and caressing them. Now, he needed them in his mouth. He played with her right nipple while he sucked hard on the left one.
She grinded against him more forcefully and moaned over and over for him. "Oooo, Steve… Yessssss… You are sooooo good at this… Mmmm…" He nipped her nipple gently, and she jumped, "Oh!" He smiled at her mischievously and moved to suck on her other breast. He used his hand to continue to stimulate her left nipple. "Don't stop, Steve… Please, don't stop."
He had no intention to do so until he had her begging for more. This was her night. She needed to remember how good it felt to be loved. He was happy to be her willing slave for the evening.
She continued to grind against him and press her chest harder against his face.
He couldn't help but think back to their first time and how differently she had acted then. Her body moved differently now, like she knew what she needed. As he realized that she did know what she needed now, thanks to Stefan, he grew a little jealous. He knew it was his own fault that she had explored her sexuality with Stefan instead of him, but he still hated it. He pulled away from her breast and looked into her eyes. She looked disappointed that he had stopped. He moved his hands down to her butt and started to massage her.
"Why did you stop?" she asked.
He looked up at her. "I love you."
She opened her mouth to respond, but she didn't have anything to say.
"I need to know, Sweetums. Do you still love me?"
She still didn't answer; she just averted her eyes.
He put a hand under her chin and drew her eyes back to his. "It won't change anything, Laura. If you don't love me, I'll still make love to you tonight. If you do love me, I'll still let everything go back to normal again tomorrow. I just need to know. I know you've been thinking about this. You must have an answer by now."
She started to tear up, "Steve…"
"I need to know, Laura. Please. Do you still love me?"
"Yes," she said, surprising herself.
"I need to hear you say it," he begged.
"I still love you, Steve Urkel."
He kissed her and moved to suckle again, but she stopped him.
"Will you go down on me, Steve?"
He licked his lips. "Of course, I will, Pet."
She couldn't figure out why she needed to tell him this, but she did anyway. "Stefan hated it," she admitted. "No one's done that for me since my wedding night."
Steve narrowed his eyes at her. "Did you go down on him?" he asked, though he already knew the answer based on her performance for him in the kitchen a couple of months ago.
"All the time," she said.
Steve shook his head, "He's an idiot, Laura. You deserve so much better."
She leaned close to Steve and kissed him, then she asked softly, "Do you like how I taste, Steve?"
"I love how you taste, Laura Lee. You taste like honey and wine and sex," he whispered.
She felt her stomach ache and grow hot. "Eat me, Steve, please," she whimpered. He flipped her over suddenly so her back was on the couch and climbed between her legs. He moved to slip off her panties, but she placed her hand on them to stop him. "Wait," she said.
He paused and looked up at her face.
"It's not as tight as it used to be, Steve."
He grinned wickedly, "What isn't, my pet?"
She glared down at him. He really wanted her to say that again? She rolled her eyes but obediently cooed, "My pussy."
He snickered and snorted. Then he looked at her seriously. "I'm sure you will feel amazing." He moved his face down to her panties and kissed her mound. If she was feeling self-conscious, he wanted her to grow more comfortable before he got her completely naked. He moved down to kiss her entrance through the thin fabric. Her hips bucked against his face, but he continued to lick at the fabric. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the ground. He didn't want her to be the only one exposed. He lowered his pants as he kissed her, but had to pull away to slip them off with his socks and his shoes.
Laura sat up to see why he had stopped. She was greeted by the sight of him in red plaid boxer-briefs. His erection strained against the fabric, and she lay back down and spread her legs for him.
"Just gettin' a little more comfortable, my pet," he whispered as he climbed between her legs again. He brought her knees closer together so he could slide her panties off. When he took them off, he sat up so she could see him clearly. He placed the panties over his face and inhaled deeply. Then, he sucked on the wet part.
She blushed but secretly loved watching him enjoy her scent.
"You already got your panties so wet for me, my love," he growled. He tossed the panties on the ground and placed his face in front of her womanhood again. He stared at her glistening entrance. He blew on it gently, and she jumped from the chill. "Are you wet for me, Laura?"
"Yes," she whispered, thrusting up toward his face.
"Tell me you're wet for me," he ordered. He did want to be her slave tonight, but he couldn't resist teasing her a little.
"Mmm…" her hips wiggled on the couch, and she spread her legs further. "I'm all wet for you, Steve."
He licked his lips again and stared at her beautiful womanhood. He had never seen a more captivating sight. He placed his hand on her mound and stroked gently. Her skin was bare, and he loved that he could clearly see every detail. "You are so lovely, Laura Lee."
She smiled, "Thank you, Steve." He started to stroke her lips, but never touched her clitoris. She couldn't tell if he was teasing her or he couldn't find it. "Steve, Honey?"
"Yes, my pet?"
"Do you remember where my clit is?"
He smiled smugly. "I do."
She glared at him. "Then will you touch it?"
"No," he answered matter-of-factly.
She pushed his head down toward her, sick of his teasing, but he didn't budge.
"Uh-uh-uh, Sugar Lips," he scolded. "We can't rush these things."
"Steeeeve," she whined.
He ran his fingers up and down her opening, never entering, just playing with her sticky wetness. "Patience, my love."
"Please, Steve. Please, eat me out. Please," she whined.
"Not yet, my pet," he taunted, sticking just the tip of one finger inside of her.
She tried to move closer to him, to get more of his finger inside of her, but he just pulled it back and wagged it at her, "Ah-ah-ah." He put the tip of his finger in his mouth and sucked her juices off of it. "Mmmmmmm…" he moaned. "You taste even better than I remember," he whispered. She was pouting at him now, and he smiled to himself. "What's wrong, Sweetums?"
She groaned, "Ugghhhh… Steeeeeeeeve…"
"What do you want me to do, Laura?"
"Eat my pussy," she begged. "Please!"
"Oh, such a naughty word, Laura Lee," he teased.
"Please, Steve. Please, just do it. I want to come. It's been so long since I've come for anybody. Please," she whispered, her voice strained, "make me come."
He used two fingers to trace her entrance again. "Tell me you love me."
"I love you, Steve. I never stopped loving you. I love you so much."
He thrust his two fingers inside of her, and they slid in with almost no resistance because she was so wet.
She gasped loudly and moaned as his fingers started to move in and out of her quickly, wasting no time.
"I love you, too, Laura," he said in between the kisses he planted on her mound, moving closer and closer to her clit. "I love you with all of my heart, and I always will."
"Ohhhhh, Steeeeeeeve…" she moaned. "Lick it, Baby, please!"
He licked her clit once with his tongue flat before he took it into his mouth and began to suck.
She bucked her hips against his face and moaned, "Don't stop, Steve. Please, don't stop until I come."
He didn't. He sucked, and he sucked just like he did the first time, using his fingers to stimulate her insides while he sucked on her clit. He wanted to lap at her juices, but he didn't dare stop sucking. Occasionally, she would reach down to move his face slightly or press down firmer, giving him all the direction he needed to get her where she needed to go. Eventually, she started to buck her hips faster, and her legs wrapped tightly around his face.
His ears covered by her thighs, he barely heard her as she started to moan, "Oh, Steve. Don't stop, Honey. I'm almost there. I'm gonna come for you."
He kept sucking and fingering her as he felt her womanhood clench around him and heard her moan softly. He felt her juices leak down, flowing onto his fingers and then onto his leather couch, not that he minded. He watched her body intently as she finished but was disappointed he couldn't see her face.
When her legs relaxed, she pulled him off of her and led him back up to her face. "I'm sorry, Steve, it's just too sensitive right now."
"So, you climaxed?" he asked shyly.
She nodded and kissed him, not minding her own flavor this time.
He pulled back and smiled at her. "I made you come?" he asked.
She giggled, "Yes, Steve."
"Thank you, Laura," he whispered as he kissed her neck. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
"No, Steve, thank you. I'm the one who came," she laughed.
He shook his head and looked at her. "You don't have to thank me for that. I loved that. I will happily do that anytime."
"I may take you up on that," she warned.
"I hope you do," he whispered kissing her again.
Laura relaxed and let him kiss her. She felt her muscles relaxing and her energy dropping. She really was tired. There was a part of her that just wanted to cuddle up with him and fall asleep, but then she felt his bare member at her entrance.
"Laura, are you ready?"
"Mmmm…" she whispered. "You forgot something," she said sitting up and reaching for the box on the table.
He pulled back, and she opened one. She pulled it out and slipped it on for him. He shuddered when her hands wrapped around him and rolled the condom over his member. "Laaaauraaaaa," he moaned.
She lay back down on the couch and pulled him back over her. He kissed her, and she said, "If I didn't know any better, Steve Urkel, I may think you almost forgot that on purpose."
He blushed and said honestly, "I would never do that, Laura."
"I know. Just a little warning."
He lined himself up at her entrance again, and he leaned close to her, so their noses brushed against each other. "I'm not gonna last very long this time, Sweetums."
"That's ok, Steve."
"Can we do it more than once tonight?" he asked shyly.
"Do you think you'll be able to?"
"I know I will," he assured her.
"Then, yes," she answered, pulling him down for a kiss.
"I love you, Laura Lee."
"I love you, too, Steve."
He moved his head inside her, and they both moaned. He resisted his every urge to thrust deeper because she was still so tight. Laura's eyes closed, and he kissed her. "Eyes open, Pet." Her eyes opened and met his. He noticed that she looked worried. "I won't hurt you, Sweetheart. Remember? Don't worry."
She nodded, "I trust you."
His eyes grew even softer. She trusted him? She trusted him again? "You do?" he asked his voice breaking.
She nodded and smiled gently.
He beamed brightly and kissed her. He pulled back and asked, "Can you fit more? I need to put more inside of you."
She nodded, "Yes, Steve. I'm ready."
He moved more of himself in, inch by inch. He couldn't believe she was still so tight for him.
She had forgotten how big he was. She had forgotten she could feel so full. She felt his balls rest against her when all of him was inside, and she was breathing heavily, though she never broke eye contact. She waited for him to say it. She could tell he wanted to.
"That's all of me, Pet. I'm all the way inside of you," he whispered rapidly. She kissed him, and he moaned, "Mmmmmm…"
"You feel so good, Steve. You're so big."
"You're so tight," he growled.
Her face flushed, and she kissed him again. "I love you, Steve."
"I love you, too, Laura," he said with a grunt as he pulled out slightly and slammed back in. The next time he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back in.
She grunted, "Unh."
"You like that, Sweetums?" he asked as he started to pump in and out of her rhythmically.
"Yes," she answered when he was all the way inside her again.
He moved in and out of her faster, already feeling that warm pinch in his gut. He wanted to last longer, but he hadn't been with her in so long that he just couldn't wait. With no warning and having only been inside her for a long minute, he pushed himself all the way in and came with a loud moan, "LAAAUURRAAAAAA!"
Laura watched his face contort in pleasure, and she kissed him on the neck while he came. In that moment, she hated the condom that kept her from feeling his cream. She stroked his back as he finished. He buried his head in her neck, breathing raggedly, as he recovered. He pulled out of her and sat up. He slipped the condom off and tossed it on the floor. He turned back to Laura and rubbed her thighs for a minute, "Do you want to try a different position?"
She smiled at him and sat up beside him, "Whenever you're ready."
She put her hand on his soft manhood, hoping to encourage him. She stroked him gently as they kissed.
His hands played with her breasts. He paused to whisper, "Do you want me to eat your pussy while we wait?"
She licked her lips. "Oh, naughty word, Steeeeeve…" She kept stroking him.
"I'm sorry, Laura Lee," he cooed jokingly.
"Will you tell me when you're hard again?" she asked.
"Of course," he promised.
"Make me come again, Steve," she begged. She moved to lie back down, but he stopped her.
He turned her so that she was on all fours, facing away from him. He lay down on his back and slipped his head between her knees.
"What are you doing?" she asked. She knew the answer, but she was surprised that he was already finding new ways to eat her.
He pulled her hips down so she could rest on his face. He slipped his glasses off and started to lick her all over, moaning at her delicious flavor, "Mmmmmmm…"
She happily grinded against him and started to bounce a little when his tongue started to thrust in and out of her. "Oh, God! Steve!"
He could barely breathe as she smothered him with her pussy and drowned him in her juices, but he didn't mind at all.
With her having so much control, it wasn't long before she was begging him not to stop again. "Oh, don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop," she begged as she bounced on his face.
He didn't understand why she felt she needed to beg him for that. He wasn't one to stop until she made him.
She was so close. She could feel the heat boiling in her stomach. She couldn't believe Steve Urkel was making her come again already.
Suddenly, Steve noticed her flowing more quickly into his mouth. She was coming. He just knew it. "Mmmmm…"
"Steeeeeeeeeeeve," she moaned softly as she shuddered.
He loved the way she moaned his name. He could feel then that he was rock hard for her. It was time.
When she stopped shaking, she climbed off of him. He sat up to take her, but she pulled him into a long, deep kiss. "Thank you, Steve. Thank you so much," she whispered against his mouth.
"You're welcome, Sweetums. Thank you for coming on my face," he purred.
"Mmmm…" she purred back, "I did. You made me come all over your face. Thank you so much, Baby."
"I'm hard again, Pet. Are you ready for more?"
"Oh, God, yes," she agreed. "How do you want me?"
He bit his lips, thinking of a hundred ways he wanted to take her. He couldn't decide. He slipped his glasses back on so could see her naked body clearly and asked, "How do you want it, Baby?"
She grinned wickedly and stood up. She pulled him over to the conference table and laid him down on top of it. She straddled him and hovered over his member.
He grinned up at her. The moonlight poured into the windows and shined on her gorgeous face and full breasts. He bit his lip as he felt her wetness against his head again. She paused to slip a new condom on him. Then he watched as she sunk down on his cock, taking all of him as she impaled herself. "Ohhh, Lauraaaaa…"
"Ooooooo…" she whined. She leaned forward to plant her hands on his chest. She started to bounce up and down, but only on the bottom couple of inches of his manhood.
He watched her breasts jiggle as she bounced on him, but he wanted more. "Laura, bounce higher, Baby, please." He started to thrust his hips to meet hers, and he gripped her hips to help her move.
With his help, she started to bounce higher, making each time he filled her up feel that much better to both of them. She started to moan his name over and over, "Steve. OH, Steve! Steeeve."
"That's it, my pet. Unh. Say my name. Oh! Yes! Say it," he grunted.
She bounced on him for several minutes, but eventually he had pulled her forward. He sucked on her nipples and thrust in and out of her uncontrollably.
She just lay on his chest moaning in ecstasy, her voice shaking with each thrust, "OooooOooooOooooHhhh…"
" .Laura," he grunted between sucks. He was getting close again, but he could feel her tightening, too. She had never come on him before. He tried to refocus his brain, shutting his eyes tightly so he didn't have to look at her sexy body while he worked to distract himself. He thrust harder and released her a little so that she could help him get her there.
"Oh, Steve," she cried. "I'm… I'm…"
He wanted to respond, to make her say more, but he had to stay focused. He couldn't think about her or look at her or listen very closely or it would be over. He kept sucking and thrusting, tuning her out to the best of his abilities. He wanted to hear it and see it, but more than that, he wanted her to experience it, so he put off his own needs… for the time being.
"Unnnhhh…" she whined.
She still wasn't there. He could feel that she was close as her womanhood pulsated on him, but she wasn't in ecstasy yet, and he didn't think he could last much longer. "Laura, please, come for me… I can't… I'm gonna…" Suddenly, his body tightened, and he slammed her down on his cock more forcefully. His hot load shot into the condom, and he groaned loudly, "Ooohhhhh, Lauraaaaaa…"
She felt him thrust a few final times, but then he slowed to a stop. She pouted slightly, not having reached her destination, but she leaned forward to kiss him. It wasn't his fault. He just needed more practice. He was showing he had a lot of potential. She just worried she wouldn't be able to be the one to enjoy him when he honed his skills in the future. She put that thought out of her head, promising herself that she would enjoy their one night together, and leaned down to kiss him.
He moved before their lips met and pushed her off of him. He laid her down on the table, not even bothering to remove the condom as he stood on the ground in front of her, and planted his face in her womanhood. He immediately went to work on her clit, and she shuddered and moaned in surprise.
It wasn't long before her body fell back into the rhythm his orgasm had interrupted. She was approaching the point of no return again. She just needed a little more. "Curl your fingers," she ordered. He obeyed, and his thrusting fingers landed on her G-spot. "OOOH, YESSSS!"
"Do you like that?" he smiled.
"Mmmm… that's my G-spot, Steve. I love it. Don't stop."
His eyes widened. He had heard rumors, but he never thought he'd be able to find that so soon. He started to rub the spongey area more directly, still licking her clit.
"Harder, Steve. I'm so close," she said softly. She felt his change in force and pressed his face down into her pussy, gripping the back of his head tightly. "Oooooo…"
Her hips were hitting harder and harder against his face, and her hand felt like it was bruising the back of his head. He didn't mind a bit and he moaned happily as he lapped at her deliciousness, "Mmmmmm…"
She felt her body tighten in that familiar way, and heat shot to her every nerve. She pulled her thighs tightly against his face, trapping him and the pleasure he was giving her. He didn't stop for a second as she trembled and pulsed around his fingers. She called out softly, not aware enough to actually form words, "Ahhhhh…"
He felt her body relax and her legs release him. Knowing that her clitoris would be sensitive, he pulled his lips away and looked up at her, but he didn't stop rubbing her G-spot.
She wiggled for him, "Oh, Steve. That was so good." She reached to pull his hand away, but he used his free hand to pin her wrists to her stomach. He wasn't done with her yet. He was only giving her clit a break. He still wanted her to come again.
"Oh, Honey…" she moaned as he kept rubbing her warmth. "I came, Steve. You made me come," she whispered encouragingly, thinking he didn't realize she was done.
He climbed back up to her mouth and kissed her, releasing her wrists, but still stroking her spot rapidly. "I know you did," he whispered against her lips.
She looked at him, confused, still too foggy with the pleasurable sensations he continued to inflict on her. Her arms wrapped around his neck.
"I want you to do it again," he said.
Now, that she understood, and she smiled, perfectly happy to obey. She started to thrust her hips receptively as they kissed. He sucked on her nipples sending shivers down to her clit. "Mmmmm, Steve…"
Once he could tell she was excited again, he kissed his way down her body. She tried to push his head down, but he resisted and licked and sucked his way tantalizingly slowly down her petite form. He kissed and licked her clit again and listened carefully to her ever-changing sounds of ecstasy. He wanted to remember those sounds for the rest of his life. He followed his previous patterns almost exactly, and soon, her legs were compressing his skull again. He groaned happily as her juices oozed out onto the cherry wood table she lay on. "Mmmmm…"
She moaned his name as she came again, "Steeeeeeve…"
When she released him, he lapped at her juices and tongue-fucked her as her muscles relaxed. As she came down off of Cloud Nine, he pulled his face away from her and kissed her lips. "I love you, Laura Lee," he whispered.
She stroked his face. "I love you, too. Thank you so much. Tonight has been even better than I imagined."
"Oh, for me, too, Sweetums."
He lifted her into his arms and brought her back to the couch. He pulled his condom off and placed her in his lap but not on his member. He just held her close while their breathing relaxed again. He watched her intently as she stared out at the river. Overcome with an impulsive urge, he whispered, "Marry me."
She whipped her head back to him, surprised and confused. "What? No."
"Well, you can take a moment to think about it, Sweetums," he offered, slightly offended.
She grew annoyed, "I was very clear about this being a one-night-only thing, Steve. My answer is no."
"But, Laura, this has been incredible. I don't want it to ever end," he pleaded.
"I'm not ready for that, Steve."
"But you got through this, and you loved it, right? Maybe you're more ready than you think."
"I'm not ready," she repeated, standing up. She began to gather her clothes.
He stood up behind her and pulled her back into his arms. "Hey, where are you going?"
She tried and failed to pull away from him. "I'm going home, Steve."
"You don't have to do that," he purred in her ear.
"I do if you're going to do this," she said firmly.
"I'm not doing anything, Laura. I asked a question. You said no. Fine. Let's not let it ruin our night," he whispered. "Please."
She let go of her clothes and turned back around to face him. "I'm trying, Steve. I promise, but I need time."
"I know," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "You've always needed time. I can wait, but the offer is always on the table, Laura. I'm going to ask occasionally."
She nodded, "Ok, but I'm going to say no for now."
"I know," he said, kissing her softly.
She felt his member press into her stomach. She reached out to stroke it. "How can you be ready again?" she asked.
"I'm always ready for you, Baby," he insisted confidently.
"Just one more time, ok?"
"You got it, Hot Stuff," he smiled, wiggling his eyebrows. He pulled her over to the couch and got her to kneel on it. He bent her forward so that she leaned over the back of it and her butt faced him. He put on another condom and rubbed his member over her big booty. He grabbed at her meaty cheeks and whispered, "Oh, Baby…" She tried to reach back to guide him in, but he pulled her hands away. "Don't rush me, Pet."
She rolled her eyes and pushed her butt up against him, wiggling slightly, "C'mon, Steve."
"Not yet," he whispered. "You have such a gorgeous booty, Laura Lee. It's so big, but so firm. Your curves are so irresistible," he purred.
She tried to push against him more, but he grabbed her hips and held her in place. "Please, Steve."
"I can't tell you how many times I stared at that big booty when you bent over my desk. Do you do that on purpose, Sweetheart? Do you like to tease me?"
"Sometimes…" she admitted.
"I knew it," he growled in her ear. His member lined up with her entrance. "You're not teasing me now, are you?"
"No," she breathed.
"You're giving me what I want, aren't you?"
"Yes."
He grinned and pressed himself into her, groaning loudly as she squeezed him tightly, "Unnnnhhhhhh…"
"Oooooo…"
He started to slide in and out of her slick tunnel tortuously slowly. "Now, who gets to tease?" he gritted through his teeth.
"Ooh, youuuu…" she purred.
He laughed and snorted, "Yes, my pet. Yes, I do."
"Mmmmm…"
"You love it, don't you?"
"Yesssss…"
"You love me, don't you?"
She laughed hard at his reference, and he felt her muscles tighten on him, "Yes, I doooo…"
"Heh. Do you want me to keep teasing you? Or do you want me to take you?" he whispered in her ear, reaching forward to squeeze and grip her breasts.
"Take me, Steve," she said, shutting her eyes tightly to prepare for his fast thrusts.
"Are you sure?" he said as he held her.
"Yes, Steve, please," she gritted softly.
"Ok, you asked for it," he whispered. He pulled himself out to the tip and slammed into her hard, pressing her into the back of the couch forcefully.
"Ah!"
He didn't stop. He pulled out and rammed into her over and over, knowing she was wet enough and hot enough for him to be rough. He grinned as he watched his manhood crash into her pussy over and over. He heard his hips slapping against her full ass, and he squeezed her breasts tighter. He said her name with each thrust, "Laura. Laura. Laura."
She just whined, "OoooOoooOooo…"
He reached his right hand down and rubbed her clitoris.
She moaned louder, "SteeeEeeeEeeeve…"
"Yes, Laura. Yes, Laura. Yes, Laura." He could feel his balls tightening as they swung to hit her skin over and over again. He was hoping she'd come again, but he didn't have the energy to stave off his own orgasm anymore. "I'm almost there, Laura," he whispered breathlessly, "I'm almost there. I'm almost there."
She was breathing heavily, nowhere near as close as him, but completely satisfied. She was ready for him to come. She needed him to. "Please, Steve! Please, come!" she yelled for him.
Her encouragement immediately sent him over the edge. "LAAAURAAAA WINSLOOOOOW!"
She smiled to herself as he collapsed gently on her back, completely spent. She still had a little control over him. He pulled out of her quickly and slipped off the condom, sitting back on the couch. She turned to him and started to suck on his softening manhood, licking his saltiness clean. She moaned, "Mmmmm…", and her head bobbed up and down in his lap.
He squirmed because he was still so sensitive, but he gently stroked her hair while she cleaned him. "Thank you, Laura Lee. Clean me off. Thank you, Sweetheart. I love you so much," he whispered over and over.
When he was clean, she moved her face back to his and kissed him, straddling him gently.
He broke their kiss. "You didn't finish that time," he said concerned.
She shook her head. "I finished enough tonight, Steve. I'm too tired now."
"But…"
"You were amazing and generous, and I love you so much, but I can't do anymore tonight, Baby. You wore me out."
"I did?" he asked proudly.
She nodded and kissed him again. "I love you," she whispered.
"I love you more," he whispered back.
She giggled, and he squeezed her closer, stroking her bare back. She rested her face in his neck and closed her eyes. He shifted to lay down on the couch, pulling her on top of him.
She rested her head on his chest and kept her eyes closed. "I have to go home, Steve."
"No. Please, don't," he begged. "Please, stay here. Let me hold you."
"No," she said, lifting her head to look at him. "I have to go home."
"Not yet," he argued.
"If I don't go now, I'm not gonna go," she whispered, gazing at him longingly.
"Then don't go, Sweetums," he begged again.
"I have to, Steve. I'm sorry. I really wish I could stay."
"Can I come with you?" he asked.
"No, I don't want anyone to see us."
He frowned at her.
"Well, would you want my parents to catch us in this position?" she demanded.
"No," he admitted, "I guess not."
She pushed herself up and stood. He sat up and watched her silently as she picked up her clothes. She slipped her dress and her heels on, but couldn't find her panties. She handed Steve some of his clothes, and he began to dress. She spotted her lacy thong on the ground, but he beat her to it.
He held it high above her head. "Let me keep them," he demanded.
She scoffed at him, "No way!"
"Please, Laura. Just a little souvenir. I bought them, anyway."
"No, Steve," she rolled her eyes, "That's so weird."
"Please," he looked at her with a sincere desperation in his eyes that surprised her.
She thought for a moment but really couldn't find the harm in it. "Ok," she agreed uncomfortably, "but you better not show them to anyone else."
"Never," he promised, crossing his heart. He happily slipped them into his pocket and finished getting dressed. She tied his tie for him, and he pulled her in for a deep kiss. "I love you," he whispered again.
"I love you, too," she responded again.
He never got sick of hearing that. "Do you want me to call Maven, or do you want to drive?"
"I can drive, Steve. We've been here for a few hours. It's almost dawn, now. I really have to go," she insisted, pulling away.
He held on tight but started to walk with her as she grabbed her purse and headed toward the elevator. As they rode it down, he pushed her up against the wall forcefully and kissed her mercilessly.
"Mmmmm…" she moaned in his mouth. She wanted to let him take her again right in the elevator, but she decided to be responsible and head home.
When the doors dinged, he pulled away from her and walked her to her car. She unlocked the door, and he opened and closed it for her. She rolled down the window so she could still speak to him with the door closed.
He leaned into her window and asked, "Are you sure you're not too tired?"
"I'm sure," she promised,
"Because I can get Maven here in fifteen minutes."
"I'm fine, Steve."
He inhaled deeply and sighed heavily. "Ok."
"Tonight was amazing, Steve," she smiled. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather have been with my first time since my divorce. You are so generous and so loving. Thank you for being there for me."
He teared up a little and kissed her gently. "You're welcome, Sweetums. Tonight was the best night of my life. Thank you for letting me be your first since him… and your first."
She smiled and kissed him again. "I have to go, Steve," she said sadly.
He nodded and pulled out of her window. "Drive safely."
"I will," she promised.
"Call me when you get home?"
"You'll get home later. Why don't you call me?"
"Ok," he agreed. "You better be there."
"I'll talk to you in a little while, Steve." She put the car in reverse and backed up.
He sat motionless watching her drive away, and then he went back upstairs to call for a ride. He was exhausted, but he needed to get home quickly so he could make sure she was home safely.
Laura pulled into the driveway and slipped into the house as quietly as possible. It was only 5:15, so as long as her father didn't have to pee early in the morning, she should have been able to slip into bed unnoticed. She took off her heels and tiptoed up the stairs. When she was only two steps up, the phone rang.
Damn it! Why did I tell him to call?
She sprinted to the phone and picked it up after only half a ring. She prayed she was quick enough.
"Hello?" she whispered.
"Laura Lee?" Steve asked, whispering back unnecessarily.
"Why are you whispering?"
He thought for a moment. "I don't know," he said in a normal volume. "You started it."
She stifled a laugh. "I'm trying not to wake up my family. I don't want everyone to know I'm just now getting in."
"Why not?" Steve asked with a little swagger. "Don't want them to know you got lucky last night?"
She rolled her eyes. "Hm. Do you want me to have to tell my father about what we were doing all night?" She smirked to herself as she waited through his long silence.
"No," he said softly.
"Why not?" she teased. "You don't think he'd want to hear about all the naughty things you did to his little girl?"
"You made your point, Pet."
"I could tell him about how I rode you on the conference table, and how you bent me over the couch, and how you kept my panties," she whispered flirtatiously.
She could hear him becoming embarrassed. "Let's just keep that between us, Laura."
She giggled softly, but was interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind her. She yelled, "Ahh!" and dropped the receiver as she spun around to find her mother standing behind her.
Harriette said, "Well, I wouldn't recommend telling your father any of that, but your mother is certainly curious."
Laura stared at her like a deer in headlights, but eventually, she brought the receiver back up to her ear.
"LAURA? LAURA, what's wrong?" Steve yelled frantically.
"I'm sorry. I thought I saw a mouse," she lied. "It was just a dust bunny."
"Oh, good," he breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't scare me like that, Sweetums."
She looked back at her mother waiting behind her. "So you're home safe then?" she asked.
"Yes," he said, "and so are you?"
"Yes," she said. "I have to go to bed, though. I'm exhausted," she lied again. She was definitely beat, but she could tell from the look on her mother's face that she had a long while to wait before she'd be able to get some sleep. Still, she had to get off the phone without letting Steve know how busted they were. She didn't want him to worry about what the family was thinking of him any more than he already was. She figured she could convince her mother to keep it a secret, making it a very small and controlled problem that she saw no reason to notify him of.
"Ok, my love. Get some rest. Thank you so much for everything, Laura."
"Thank you," she said softly.
"I'll see you Monday, Laura Lee. I love you," he cooed.
She paused uncomfortably, not wanting to say it back in front of her mother. "Ditto," she replied awkwardly.
"Ditto?"
"Goodnight," she said, hanging up the receiver before waiting for a response. She turned to her mother. "Hey, Mom! You look fabulous this morning."
"I look sleep deprived because a phone call woke me up early on a Saturday," she grumped, starting a pot of coffee.
"Sorry about that," Laura said, sitting down at the table, preparing herself for a long lecture.
Harriette leaned against the counter, not at all awake enough to say anything profound. "Girl, where have you been all night?"
"I was at the office," Laura said truthfully, averting her eyes, praying Harriette hadn't heard as much as she originally thought she had.
"Mm-hmm… That is where one would traditionally find a conference table," she glared.
Laura blushed. Ok, so she had heard every detail. "Mom, this is really personal. Can we maybe not…?"
Harriette shook her head as Laura trailed off. "Laura Lee Winslow, what the heck were you thinking?"
Laura sighed, "I was thinking that I was with an amazing guy who really loves me, and I wanted to let him for once."
"How could you do that to that poor boy? You better be planning to marry him because if not, this is gonna kill him. His first time, Laura? Just for a fling?"
Laura realized that her exhaustion was clouding her judgment, but before she could stop herself, she said, "It wasn't his first time, Mom."
Harriette raised an eyebrow as Laura's eyes shot open wide. Laura clearly hadn't wanted to mention that. "I see," Harriette said, "Well, when was his first time? A couple of weeks ago? The day you quit? The day you asked for the job?"
A very cranky Laura was hurt by the insinuation. "Mom, I told you Steve and I weren't doing anything."
"Well, you can't say that anymore, can you?"
Laura scoffed. "Five years ago, Mom. His first time was five years ago."
"With who?" she asked in disbelief.
"With me!" she admitted a little too loudly. Catching her volume, she explained in a whisper, "Steve and I had sex after I accepted his proposal. Then he left me, so I married Stefan instead, which is why I've been so damn mad at him for years and why it felt so good to be back in his arms last night. It was like none of this had ever happened. It felt like we finally had a second chance." She realized she was sharing a little too much, but she couldn't stop herself as she came to realization after realization.
Harriette was shocked. Five years of lies were just ripped away from her, and she wasn't sure what to say.
Laura shyly looked up at her face to gauge her reaction. Seeing her look of disbelief, Laura stood. "Look, can we talk about this later? I've been up all night, and I want to catch a little sleep before the boys wake up."
Harriette snapped out of her frozen state. "No, Laura, Honey, sit down."
Laura looked back at her defensively and sat back down.
Harriette wasn't sure where to start. "He left you?" she asked eventually.
"Yes," Laura confirmed quietly.
"Why?" Harriette demanded.
"H-he told me… He says it was because he didn't think he could give me the life I deserved. He wanted me to do the whole model-husband, big city thing, not be married to a poor grad student."
"That's what he says… but what do you think?"
Laura thought for a moment and remembered what she once said to him. "I think… I think that he was afraid that he wasn't going to be enough for me and that I was going to leave, which is kind of the same thing, except I think it was, at least subconsciously, a little more selfish."
"That makes sense," Harriette nodded, "but you said you had sex first?"
Laura blushed and looked away. "Yes, um… He was going to Russia, but I told him to stay. Then after I told him I wanted to marry him, he tried to leave again, but I kissed him and we went upstairs, and we… but then I woke up, and he was gone."
"He didn't say goodbye?" Harriette whispered.
Laura shook her head, wiping a tear away as the feeling rushed back to her. "He just left a note," she sniffled.
Harriette moved closer and put an arm around her, "Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry."
Laura wiped away more tears, but tried to stop crying. She took a deep breath, "No, it's fine. It was the worst thing that's ever happened to me, but I have the boys, right? So it was all worth it." She had to say it aloud to remind herself of that occasionally.
"That's right," Harriette smiled, rubbing her arm. "So, what happens now?"
Laura looked at her. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you and Steve had sex, so what happens next?"
Laura shook her head again. "Nothing. I'm still a mother first. I don't have time for a relationship right now. Last night was… It was amazing, but it can't happen again for a while."
"So you're going to break his heart?" Harriette accused.
"No, I… We talked about it before we did anything. He knows it was a one-time thing."
"Laura, you're giving Steve way too much credit. He can't separate his physical needs from his emotional ones like that."
"Mom, I was very clear… and I promised that he'd be my first call when I was really ready. That's all I can do for now."
"Laura, do you want to be with him again?"
"Yes, Mom. Very, very much," Laura said, feeling her stomach clench with desire.
"Then just do it, Honey. Being a mom doesn't mean you can't have a life," Harriette pushed.
"No, I can't right now. They're too young," Laura said, standing so she could escape this conversation before her mom convinced her of anything.
"No, it's better when they're young. They may even call him 'Dad', if you want. They certainly look enough like him."
"Mom, I have to go to bed," Laura said uncomfortably, as she walked to the stairs. "I'm too tired to…"
"Just think about it, Laura. Whatever you want to do, your father and I will help you do it."
"Thank you," Laura said, climbing two steps. She paused. "Mom, please, don't tell anyone what I said, ok?"
Harriette looked at her sad face with compassion. "Of course not, Laura." She paused and smiled slightly. "I'll just tell your father about Steve keeping your panties, and we'll leave it at that," she joked.
Laura covered her face in embarrassment. "Moooooom!"
"Goodnight, Laura."
"Goodnight, Mom," Laura replied as she climbed the rest of the way up the stairs. She went to her bedroom, trying to block out everything her mother had said. Dating wasn't an option for her right now. It just wasn't. Sure, being with Steve made her feel better than she had since long before the divorce, but new relationships, or renewed relationships, always felt like that. She wasn't willing to put her boys through what could come after the butterflies went away. She couldn't do that to them again, so for now, no matter how hard it was to keep him at arm's length, it was the only choice. She climbed into bed without removing her makeup and fell fast asleep, trying her best to keep her thoughts of Steve under control.
When Steve heard the dial tone, he set the phone back down. He had already climbed into bed before calling her so he just turned to his side. He was hurt that she didn't say that she loved him, too, but he knew he couldn't be upset. He had promised that things would go back to normal after their night together, and now, it was up to him to follow through, but it already felt impossible. How was he supposed to look at her on Monday without thinking about how good she looked when she rode him? How could he hear her voice and not think about the way she moaned his name? How could he sit at the conference table and not think about the way her juices ran over it? That reminded him. He had to clean the office before maintenance got in there. He wouldn't mind if somebody saw some questionable stains or prints, but he figured Laura would want to keep their night a secret. He turned and set the alarm for just a couple of hours. Maintenance wouldn't go in to clean up after the party until later in the day, so if he took a quick nap, he could head back in and take care of it. He took her panties out of his pocket and clenched them tightly in his hand. He stroked the lacy fabric lightly as he drifted off to sleep.