When Laura pulled into her parking spot on Monday morning, her body relaxed the moment she saw Steve waiting for her. Part of her was relieved that he looked completely normal. He wasn't holding flowers or accompanied by a string quartet or down on one knee. He didn't even have a dopey, dreamy look on his face. Another part of her was relieved just to see him again. So far, he had kept his word. Except for his one phone call to make sure she got home, he hadn't bothered her all weekend. Things had gone back to normal, but there was a tiny part of her, a part that she wasn't completely aware of, that wanted him to chase her. She had hoped he would pursue her so relentlessly that she would eventually take the plunge, but he didn't. Because she didn't realize what all of her feelings meant, she basked happily in the warmth that came over her as she stepped out of the car and smiled at him.
Steve saw the look on her face and was surprised. She was the one who looked like the dummy in love today. He smirked to himself and walked up to her, taking her purse. "Good morning, my little love basket," he purred softly.
Laura's knees trembled, and she gripped her car door. So much for back to normal! Though, she only had herself to blame. He was acting like he had been for months, but she felt like a baby deer on new legs. "Hey, Steve," she croaked out, a little too late and a little too strenuously.
"How are you this morning, my sweet?" he asked.
"Good," she said quickly. "Good. Perfectly normal." Shut up! she scolded herself.
Steve chuckled, not hard enough to snort. "That's good to hear, Sugar Lips." He watched happily as she reflexively licked her lips. He was glad to see he wasn't the only struggling to keep their special night out of mind this weekend. She wanted more. He could tell, but he wasn't sure how to get her to give in to the temptation. He stared at her for a moment, running his eyes up and down her body in her tight skirt suit. They stood in silence for a while, but he eventually asked, "Are you gonna get the kids?"
"Oh!" Laura exclaimed and turned to the backseat. She unbuckled Michael and handed the diaper bag to Steve. She pulled Elijah out in his carrier, and they started toward the elevator. They dropped the kids off without incident and headed up to the office.
As they stood alone in the elevator, on opposite sides, Laura felt her face flush. Steve stood to her left, confident and relaxed, but she felt like she was on fire. When she was with the family that weekend, it was easy to put thoughts of Steve out of her mind, but when she was alone in bed, that task became much more difficult. As she stood in the elevator with him now, it was impossible. He looked so calm, so normal. It was somehow making him even more attractive to her. She felt like he was playing hard-to-get, which was ridiculous, because, of course, he wasn't. He was very easy to get. He was just following her instructions. When the bell dinged, they walked into the office, and Laura practically ran to her desk.
Steve smiled to himself as he saw her attempt to bury herself in her work. He noticed that she fanned herself slightly and that she was breathing heavily. Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as he thought.
Their morning was relatively free, free enough for Laura to write thank-you notes to the heads of the companies that picked up Urkorp's latest product and for Steve to review plans for the next ones, but they had one important meeting before lunch. The interns set up the conference table, so Laura didn't actually have to enter his office until she brought in the executives. She took her usual place, near the head of the table, right next to Steve. As Steve walked over to take his seat, he shook hands with several of his executives, and his hand gently brushed Laura's shoulder. She shivered a little, but then she glared at him, unable to discern whether or not that was an accident.
Steve shot Laura a subtle, but flirtatious look. He wouldn't let on to it, but he was having as much trouble concentrating as she was. All he could think about was picking her up and taking her on the table again, but he played it cool, which was a newly developed skill for him.
Laura tried to pay attention, but all she could think about was how she was riding him on this very table only a couple of days before. She blushed as she began to feel like everyone in the room could see the memories playing through her head. She knew that was ridiculous, but it felt real to her in the moment. She unbuttoned her jacket, hoping to cool off a little.
Steve discreetly watched her every move. He could feel himself get hard as he watched her face flush as she opened her jacket. He had promised he would be a good boy, but how bad could it be to flirt a little when she so clearly wanted it?
As their meeting came to an end, Laura breathed a deep sigh of relief, until the lunch carts started rolling in and setting up. She forgot she had to have lunch with him all alone. She had said she wanted things back to normal, and this was their normal. If she made a fuss about it now, she would be the one breaking her rule. She tried to change plans casually. "Oh, Steve, I thought we could go out to lunch today."
Steve looked up at her. Oh, she did, did she? "Hmmm… That's a great idea, Pet, but they already made all this food. Why don't I make us reservations for tomorrow?"
"No!" Laura said more forcefully than she intended to. "Um, I just mean, why don't we just go today?"
"And let all of this go to waste?"
"We can give it to the interns!"
"But they all brought lunches today. Do you want their food to go to waste?"
Laura was running out of ideas. "Well, no…"
"Sweetums, is there some reason you don't want to eat lunch with me in the office today?" he asked, feigning concern.
Laura watched as the servers filed out of the office. "No, of course not, Steve," she lied.
"Good!" Steve replied cheerily. He walked over to the door and locked it.
Laura swallowed hard. She felt his hand land on her lower back. He started to lead her to the table set up near the window. He pulled out her chair, and she sat, placing a napkin on her lap.
"I'm sorry we're inside today. It's just too hot to eat out on the balcony, don't you think, Sunshine?"
Laura nodded and started to eat her salad. She let him talk for a while, eating in silence.
Well, he had meant to tease her a bit but not to force her into muteness. After he talked to himself for a while, he set his fork down. "Hey," he said to get her attention.
She heard him, but she couldn't look up from her plate.
"Hey," he said again, "why am I getting the silent treatment?"
She glanced up at him shyly. That's not what she was trying to do at all. "You're not," she insisted in an awkward, fake-jolly voice.
He stared at her knowingly. "I thought we said 'back to normal', Laura."
She set her fork down, too. "We did, Steve," she sighed. "I'm sorry that I'm being so weird today. You've been perfect. I just…"
"Can't get your mind off of it?" he suggested.
She looked away again, blushing, and whispered, "Yeah."
"Neither can I, Laura Lee," he admitted, also in a whisper. "I've just been playing it cool for your benefit."
"I appreciate that, Steve."
"You shouldn't. I've been teasing you all day," he explained.
Her brow furrowed. "You have?"
"Absolutely!" he exclaimed. "I've been staring longer, speaking softer, brushing up against you." He sighed, "I know I promised I'd go back to normal, Laura. It's just been so hard…"
She looked at him understandingly. That still took a lot of self-control for Steve. He was acting very normal… in Urkel terms. She was grateful he had admitted to his treachery, because it explained some of her feelings today, but she couldn't fault him for it. He was driving her crazy, but he really was playing by her rules.
"…And I've been so hard," he finished, meeting her gaze.
There went normal. Her eyes widened. "Steve…" she warned.
"I know. We're being normal, but… it's our lunch break, right? Maybe we can just be normal when we're working. Maybe we can be a little more adventurous during lunch," he suggested.
"I don't think…" she began.
He stood and walked over to where she was sitting. He looked down at her eyes that locked on his. "Nobody can see us, remember? It will be our little secret, my love," he whispered.
She involuntarily glanced in front of her. She could see his erection through his tight dress pants, and she thought about the consequences of indulging. Her foggy brain couldn't come up with a single one, so she stood and jumped into his arms. She kissed him, and her legs wrapped around his hips.
He staggered backward slightly, but caught his balance and placed his big hands on her round butt to hold her up. He squeezed it as his tongue moved freely in her mouth.
She moaned into his mouth, "Mmmmm…"
He carried her over to the couch and sat down. When she felt herself land safely in his lap, she hiked her skirt all the way up. She started to grind into him, but he quickly started to tear at her clothes and toss them to the ground. First, he slipped off her blazer again. Then, he started to unbutton her blouse, exposing her bra. He threw that to the ground and flipped her onto her back. "There's no time for you to grind on me like that, Baby. I love it, don't get me wrong, but I have so many better things on my mind," he promised.
Her chest was heaving, and she stared into his fiery eyes. She started to pull at his clothes with the same passion, and they began to kiss again. She slipped off his jacket and undid his tie. She ripped his shirt open, not taking the time to unbutton it and started to stroke his chest.
He reached his hands back to unzip her skirt as he kissed her neck. She lifted her hips to help him slide it off. Free from the confine as he tossed her skirt onto the pile, she wrapped her toned legs around him, pulling his hips closer. She rubbed herself against him from below as he continued to suck her neck.
She reached down between them to undo his belt and pants. She slid them down along with his boxers. His sucking got stronger as she freed his member. He pulled away from her neck to look into her eyes. "I gave you a little love mark, my pet."
She glared at him. "Steve!"
"You can cover it with makeup, Sweetums. That's what I did," he said pointing to his hickey from the weekend.
"Don't give me anymore hickeys without asking," she said firmly.
He leaned into her neck again and gently kissed the mark. "You didn't like it?" he whispered.
"It felt good, Steve, but we have to keep this a secret. Hickeys don't help with that."
"I don't want it to be a secret, anymore," he pouted.
"It's a secret or not at all," she said unbendingly.
He gave her a challenging look, but eventually, he stood up. For a moment, Laura thought he had chosen "not at all", but then his pants dropped all the way to the floor, and he slipped out of his shoes and socks. He stood before her, completely naked. He posed like Superman, and she sat up to admire him.
"I guess this will have to be out dirty, little secret for now, then, huh?"
"Oh, there's nothing little about it," she winked.
He sat back down on the couch, and she lay back again with her legs spread. He climbed between her legs, but he didn't get all the way on top of her. He knelt between her knees and gently stroked her thighs. "Are you wet, Laura?" he asked, not whispering at all.
She nodded.
He shook his head, "Uh-uh, my pet. You have to say it."
She looked him in the eyes, "Yes, Steve, I'm very wet," she purred.
"Did I get you wet?"
"You got me so wet."
"Have you been wet for me all day?"
"Yes, Steve," she said more softly.
"Were you wet in the elevator?"
"Yes."
"Were you wet at your desk?"
"Yes."
"Were you wet during our meeting?"
"Yes," she whined a little.
He bit his lip. "I was hard for you, too, Sweet Thang."
She smiled, smirking at that stupid pet name. "I love you."
He smiled, not saying anything in response, and just moved closer to her womanhood. "Do you want me to kiss it, Baby?"
"Yes, Steve! Please, kiss it!" The very thought of it made her hips buck up to him, but he pushed her back down.
He smiled wickedly and stood. "I want to do that for you, Delicious, but not here."
She looked up at him, concerned, but she followed him as he led her over to his desk. He sat in his chair, and he patted the area in front of him. She felt nervous, but he looked so determined and so sexy. She hopped up onto his desk and spread her legs again. He pressed his face hard against her center and inhaled. "Ahhhh… You smell so good."
She shuttered and wiggled against him a little. She could feel herself getting wetter.
He stood up, between her legs that hung off the desk slightly and looked down at her. "Show me what I want to see," he whispered, his eyes focused on her heaving breasts.
She undid her bra and threw it onto the floor. As her breasts were freed, they jiggled slightly.
He watched them bounce and groaned uncontrollably, "Oh, yessssss…"
She looked at his face and thought she might have the opportunity to steal some of her power back. "Do you like them, Steve?"
"Oh, yeah, my little vixen. They're perfect."
She lifted her hands up to her breasts and massaged them. She would occasionally squeeze them closer together or let go of them so they could bounce in front of him. "Mmmm… What do you want to do to them, Handsome?"
He bit his lip as he watched her. "I wanna squeeze 'em," he replied.
Laura giggled, "Ooo, I'd like that." He reached out, but she slapped his hand away. "What else?"
"I wanna suck on 'em," he said licking his lips.
"Ohhh, what else?"
He was running out of ideas. Well, he was running out of ideas he thought she'd want to hear. "I wanna put my face between them," he said.
"Yes, Steeeeve. What else?"
His mind went to dirtier and dirtier places. He swallowed hard. "I want to press them up against that one-way glass and take you."
Her eyes widened. "That's a naughty plan!"
He blushed.
"What else?" she asked staring suggestively.
He looked back into her eyes. "I want to make love to them."
She looked at him, her eyes filled with lust. "You want to titty-fuck me, Steve Urkel?"
He nodded.
"No," she said softly.
"What?"
"No," she said more forcefully.
"Well, we don't have to do that one," he said, mortified as his cheeks flushed.
"No, you can't do any of those things," she stated nonchalantly.
Panic filled his eyes.
"My boobs are off limits to you, today," she whispered, "but you're welcome to play with my pussy."
"What? But, Pet…"
"Those are the rules. Do you accept them?"
He looked down at her breasts and stared at her hard nipples. Now that they were off-limits, they seemed like her most important body parts. Eventually, he snapped out of it and kissed her. He stuck his hand in her panties and felt around her opening. "Oh, you're already so wet for me," he smiled. She nodded and spread her legs further. He pushed them together so he could slip her panties off and expose her. He sat back in his desk chair and buried his face in her most private spot. He licked her hole and swallowed as much of her sweet nectar as he could. "Yummy," he cooed.
She giggled, but she also humped at his face.
He started to slide his tongue in and out of her, and he wet his fingers to use on her clit. He started to play with the little button, and his strong tongue slipped in and out of her.
"Steeeeeeve…" she moaned.
"You like that, Laura Lee?" he asked.
"Yes," she cooed. She felt his lips wrap around her hot clit, and she gasped as he began to suck on it hard. "OOOOOOOOOOHHHH, YEEESSSS…"
He slipped his fingers inside, and she pressed his face harder into her. He pumped in and out and in and out. From this angle, he could actually see her face as she propped herself up on her forearms to watch him pleasure her. He met her eyes, and he watched as they drifted shut. She was getting close. Her breathing was heavy, and she bit her lip hard, getting quiet. "Yes. Yes. Don't stop," she whispered, choking on her tightening muscles. "STEVE!"
He smiled as he watched her face twist in pleasure. She had never looked more beautiful than she did with her eyes tightly shut, her mouth hanging open, and her brow furrowed. He felt her muscles start to clamp down on and release his fingers, and he used his free hand to defiantly grab her breast. He squeezed her nipple, and the power of her orgasm increased.
"Oooooo, Steeeeeeeeeeeeeve," she purred as her ecstasy came to an end. "Oooo, Steeeeeve."
When he was sure she was done, he pulled his fingers out of her and sat up. He looked at her, both breathing heavily, and sucked on his fingers. "You taste so sweet, Laura Lee," he said when he pulled them out of his mouth, totally clean.
She smiled at him, still slightly dazed. "Thank you, Steve."
"No, thank you, my love," he said as he stroked her thighs and her hips. "I could eat you all day."
She looked down at him seriously. "Really?"
He was perplexed by her question and severe expression. "Well, maybe not all day. Eventually, I'd get a cramp, but I could go for a while!"
"No, I just mean… You're not just saying that? You really… like it?"
He raised his eyebrows. Who did this woman think she was dealing with? "Abso-tutle-utely!"
She grinned at him and shook her head. "Promise? Because you've been doing it a lot, and I don't want you to get sick of it and never want to do it again."
He stood, so he could lean over her, intimidatingly. "Laura Lee Winslow, I don't know how much clearer I can be. I love eating your womanhood. I love your taste, your smell, your noises. I love everything about it. Of course, my favorite thing is how it makes you feel, and I love you to pieces, so I'd be willing to do it even if I hated it, but it is a huge turn-on for me, too." He paused for a moment before remembering the phrasing of her question. "I promise."
Laura looked at him sadly. "I'm sorry, Steve. It's just Stefan was such a jerk about it. I really started to think guys just did that because women made them."
"Laura, I'm doing it for you, but I like it. I swear. Don't you like giving… head?"
"Yes," she said, looking down at his member hungrily. "I really do."
He smiled, thinking about what might come next. "Then relax and trust me, Sweetheart. He was a fool if he didn't like it, Pet, and even dumber if he wasn't willing to do it just to keep you satisfied." He reached a hand up to stroke her cheek.
She sat up straighter so she could kiss him, pulling him down with a hand on the back of his neck. His wet lips opened wide for her, and she reached down to stroke his manhood as they kissed.
When her hand wrapped around it, he groaned, "Ummmmm…"
When she started to slowly rub it, she felt his knees buckle, though he caught himself. She broke the kiss and looked deep into his eyes. "I'd go down on you, Steve…"
"Ooohhhh…"
"But you were a bad boy today," she said with an evil look.
"What?" he breathed as her hand continued to work him painfully slowly.
"I told you not to touch my breasts, but you did, so I can't reinforce that behavior."
He looked at her like she was threatening to murder him. He couldn't imagine her leaving him like this.
"So, I guess you'll just have to settle for making love to me," she said casually.
He breathed a sigh of relief and moved closer. He pulled a condom out of his drawer and slipped it on. He lined himself up with her entrance and kissed her again. "Are you ready, my pet?"
She nodded. "Yes, Steve. I love you."
"I love you, too, Laura Lee. I always will." His member pushed inside of her, and he let out a low rumble. "Ohhhhh, Laura…"
"Mm."
He slipped himself all the way in. She was so ready for him, it was easy. He still filled her up, and she still winced a bit at the way he stretched her out, but he didn't have to work himself in and out over and over again. That is, until he wanted to. He pulled himself half way out and shoved himself back in.
"Oo," she said softly as he thrust back into her depths.
He smiled and looked into her eyes. "I love you, Laura," he said as he began to thrust his whole length in and out of her, rhythmically. His breathing increased steadily.
"I love you, tooooo," she gasped. "Oh, God!"
He leaned over her so that she was flat on her back on the desk and he could still kiss her with his feet still firmly on the floor.
She sucked on his lips, moaning over and over. "Mmmm…" Every time she opened her mouth to say something, his tongue pushed the thought away. He moved lower to kiss her neck again, expanding the size of her hickey. She wrapped her legs around him tightly and grunted with his every thrust. "Unh. Unh. Oh."
He moaned as he sucked, but then he pulled away and started to nibble on her neck. Between his love bites, he would grunt with her. "Um. Ugh, yes, yes, uh. Yeah." He sped up his pounding and his grunts.
She tried to tighten her legs around him, but he reached back and grabbed her calves. He spread her legs wide for him.
"OOOHH, Steve!" she gasped as he forced her legs apart as far as he could.
He was grateful for her cheerleader flexibility, though she wasn't quite as flexible as she used to be. He was hammering into her at an incredible pace, nearing his climax. He started to growl her name, "Laura. Laura. Laura. Laura."
"Faster! Please!" she panted.
He readily agreed and started to thrust faster and harder. "LauraLauraLauraLauraLauraLauraLaura."
"Yes, Steve. Yes! Don't stop. Don't stop. Unh. Unh. Oh!"
He leaned down and rumbled in her ear, "Say my name every time. Oh, God, Laura!"
"Steve. Steve. Steeeeve."
His muscles tightened, and he held himself above her so he could stare at her beautiful face and bouncing breasts. Never closing his eyes, he came deep inside her. "Laaurrraaaaa…"
As his thrusts slowed and he collapsed on top of her, she stroked his sweaty back. He stayed inside of her, just breathing. She said, "You have to pull out, Steve."
"Never," he whispered.
"No, seriously. The condom. You have to pull out."
Realizing she was right, he removed himself from her body and pulled off the rubber. He tossed it into the trashcan next to him and sat back in his chair. He pulled her off the desk and onto his lap.
"Oo!" she said as she landed on him unexpectedly.
He immediately buried his face in her neck and continued to just breathe.
She caressed his chest and leaned her head against his.
He was the first to speak. "I am so madly, deeply in love with you, Laura Lee," he whispered.
"I know," she whispered back, kissing his head.
He pulled away and looked into her eyes. "You still love me, don't you?"
"Very, very much," she said, smiling sadly, "but you know this can't happen again for a while."
"Why not, Laura? What's the harm?"
She thought for a moment and looked down. "Because every time I feel you inside of me, I want to marry you, and every time you pull out and I remember why I can't, it hurts too much."
"You can, Laura!" he begged. "I will be such a good father to them. Please! Just give me a chance!"
"No, Steve, and you understood that an hour ago. Every time we do this, we both get hurt," she said, looking back into his eyes.
"Then stop hurting us, Laura. Just give in," he said exasperated. "I love you, Sweetums. I'll never hurt you again or your children."
"Not yet, Steve," she said firmly. "I'll understand if you want to see other people, but if you still want to wait for me, then you'll have to wait longer. I'm not ready."
"I'll wait forever, you know?"
She looked deeply into his sad eyes and whispered, "I know." She pressed her lips softly against his.
As they're kiss became more passionate, he slipped his hand up to cup her breast. Rules be damned!
"Hey, what did I say?" she asked in her fake scolding voice.
He continued to knead her full breast and started to plant little kisses all over the other one. "Shhhh…" he said.
She leaned against him quietly as he played with her breasts. He started to suck on her nipple, and she began to moan softly. "Ohhhhh, Babyyy…" She wiggled in his lap as she felt him hardening again.
Suddenly, he pulled away from her breast and lifted her up to her knees. She straddled him on his chair, and he slipped a condom on. She sat down on his lap, guiding his member deep inside her. "Ohhhhhhh…" she whined.
He placed his hands on her hips to help her ride him. He helped lift her up and down as she bounced on him. He reached between them to rub her clit. Every once in a while, her breasts would bounce into his face. He watched happily as her face twisted in pleasure.
"Oh, Steve! YESSS!"
"You… You like… that… Lauraaaa?" he grunted between bounces.
"Yesssss," she cried.
"Can you come on me, Sweetheart?"
"OH! I want to. I want to so bad. OH! Give me that big cock!"
"Unnnggg…" he moaned as his orgasm started to rush toward him again. He shut his eyes tightly so he could distract himself from her pleasure. He wanted to feel her muscles clamp down on his member. He wanted her to finish on his lap. He wanted her to come at the same time as him, but he couldn't think about any of that. He pulled his mind away from the office and focused on other things. He thought about Urkorp's new invention, but that reminded him of the party just before he had made love to Laura. "Oh, Laura…" He tried to think of sports, but that just reminded him of the time he had played basketball, and Laura had cheered him on in her tight, little uniform. "Oh, God." He tried to think about math, but that just made him think of all the hours he had spent alone with Laura as a horny teenager, helping her study, when all he had really wanted to do was touch her. "Ohhhhh, Pet. I'm sorry, but I… Oh, LAURAAAAAAAA," he shouted as he came.
She looked down at him as he called out to her. She felt him twitching inside as he shot his load into the condom. She was a little disappointed that she didn't get to finish with him, but she continued to ride him hard and fast as he came. When he was completely done, she pulled off of him and sat back on his lap. She kissed his neck as he caressed her back.
"Oh, Laura," he whispered. "Thank you so much, my love."
"You're welcome, Steve."
"I'm sorry I didn't last long enough for you to… I'm trying, my pet. Really."
She pulled away from his neck and placed a hand under his chin. Her thumb stroked his cheek. "That's ok, Steve. You'll figure it out," she said kindly.
"Only if you let me practice, Sweetheart," he whined.
Her face softened. "Not now, Baby. I'm sorry. Just not now."
He pulled her back down so her head rested against his neck. He held her close in silence for a while. Then someone tried the door handle. Laura and Steve both shot to attention.
Knock, knock, knock.
Laura leaped out of the chair and pulled on her panties and bra. She could not be caught by the interns. They were finally starting to believe that she and Steve weren't secretly having sex, and now she had to ruin that by starting to secretly have sex with him. C'mon, Laura! she scolded herself as she buttoned her blouse. What the hell are you doing?
Steve rushed to put on his boxers and pants, but found himself tripping all over the place. He hadn't even gotten both legs in by the time Laura was fully dressed and fixing her hair.
"Steve!" she scolded quietly.
"I'm trying, Pet!" he whispered back. She gathered his clothes and shoved them in his arms. She pointed him toward the bathroom. When he was safely inside she waited for a second knock. When the intern tried again, she walked over and opened it.
"Hey, Kelly," she said as she opened the door. "What's up?"
"Mr. Urkel has a phone call from one of the people on the Master List."
"Oh, he's in the bathroom. Who is it?"
"Carl Winslow?"
"What? My dad? Are you sure?"
"Well, I didn't know he was your dad, but I'm sure his name is Carl Winslow, so…"
"Ok," Laura said dismissively. "I'll talk to him until Steve's available. Thanks."
When Kelly stepped away, Laura closed the door and walked over to the phone on Steve's desk. She sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk, not wanting to talk to her father in the chair she just had screwed Steve in, and she picked up the phone and pressed the button for his line. "Daddy?"
"Laura? Oh, hey, Sweetheart. I was actually looking for Steve."
"I know," Laura said confused. "He's in the restroom, but he'll be out in a minute. Why do you want to talk to Steve?"
He sighed. "I thought he and I could get lunch."
"Really?" Laura said, sounding a little too happy.
"Yes," Carl said, picking up on the tone.
She tried to dial it back. "Why would you wanna have lunch with Steve? You're furious with him. When he came to our house for dinner, you abandoned your own home to avoid him."
"I know," Carl said grumpily. "Do you want to know the real reason?"
"Yeah?" Laura said, her face scrunching in confusion.
"Your mother mentioned that you might be developing feelings for him again, and I thought I should try to bury the hatchet in case I end up spending a lot of time with him again."
"Daddy, what exactly did she tell you?" Laura demanded, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Just what I said. She said, 'Laura might be developing feelings for Steve again.' Why?" he asked suspiciously. "What did you think she told me?"
Laura was relieved her secret was still safe, but she feigned outrage to make him think that her feelings were the big secret she was keeping from him. "I can't believe she told you that! I told her that in confidence!"
As she yelled into the phone, Steve came out of the bathroom and slipped behind her. "What's wrong, Pet?"
Laura looked up at him and waved dismissively, shaking her head. "Daddy, Steve just walked out, can you hold on a sec?"
"Sure, Sweetheart. I'll talk to you later."
"Bye, Daddy. Hold on."
She put him on hold and turned to Steve. "Nothing's wrong. My father wants to have lunch with you." She smiled slyly.
Steve gasped dramatically. "He does?"
Laura nodded, suppressing a huge grin.
"Why?"
Laura paused, not wanting him to know that her mother knew about them. She decided to tell half of the truth. "He says he's ready to bury the hatchet."
Steve gasped a second time. He threw himself into his chair and picked up the phone. His shaky hand hit the wrong line three times, until he finally got Carl. "Big Guy?" he asked.
Laura leaned forward and put it on speaker, taking the receiver from Steve and placing it back in its cradle.
"Hey, Steve," Carl said, uncomfortably.
"How've ya been?" Steve asked, his voice shaking.
"Let's not get into that right now," Carl replied sternly. "Do you want to have lunch tomorrow?"
"Absolutely!" Steve yelled.
"Ah, Steve. Not so loud," Carl barked. "How about that diner by the police station at noon?"
"Of course! Do you want to invite Laura or will it just be the guys?"
"Just the guys this time. We have a lot to talk about."
"We sure do, Big Guy. I can't wait."
"I'll see you there, Steve."
"See you there, Carl," Steve said smiling.
Immediately, the dial tone rang through the office, and Steve hung up. He grinned widely at Laura. "I have a lunch date with your father!"
She laughed and stood up. "You do." She took a seat on his lap, and he pulled her close again.
"Mmmm… Laura Lee, you can't just sit on me like this. It gives me mischievous ideas," he crooned.
She kissed him deeply and said, "I'm just so happy that you're gonna work stuff out with him."
"Me too."
She stood up and hiked her skirt up over her butt. She slid her panties off and stepped out of them. She leaned over his desk. "Just one more time, Baby?"
He shot out of his chair and dropped his pants. He slipped a condom on and slammed into her at full force. "UUNGH," he grunted loudly.
"AAHHH!" she screamed in surprised.
He pounded himself in and out of her. He pulled at her arms to stand her up straight. He pulled her away from the desk so he could get his hand in front of her and rub her clit. "Come on me this time, Laura. I can't take it anymore."
"Ohhhhhh, yessssss…" she moaned as her clit began to throb again. His rough rubbing sending her to the brink again.
"Please, come for me, Baby. Come all over me. I need it. I need to feel it," he whispered in her ear.
"I want to," she moaned. "I want it so bad. Please…"
"Come for me, Laura Lee," he ordered, rubbing her clit harder and faster as his hips slammed into her round ass over and over. He loved the slapping sound her soft flesh made every time he crashed into it. He grabbed her breast with his other hand, over her blouse and bra, and pinched her nipple. "Come on me," he growled right into her ear.
She was panting heavily and whimpering over and over. If she had been more aware, she would have been disgusted by the way she was begging him, but in the moment, it never crossed her mind. "Please, Steve. I love you. Please. Please. Please, please, please… Please… Pleeeeeeease…" she begged.
He felt his balls tightening. He wasn't gonna make it. I'm such a loser, he thought to himself. I have the hottest girl in the world begging me to make her come, and I can't even– His thoughts were interrupted as her tight walls clenched around him and squeezed him hard. They drew his cum out of him in a way he'd never felt before. She pulsed and shuddered around him, milking him of his essence. Her body tried its best to suck his cum up to her womb, only to be stopped by the rubber between them. His breath hitched, and he screamed as he shot his load into the condom, "LAURAAAAAA…"
Though he was too lost in his own pleasure to realize it, she was screaming, too. "OH, GOD. STEEEEEEVE. I'm coming. I'm coming on youuuuuuu… Steeeeeeve!" she moaned.
He continued to pump into her backside at full speed, until he was completely out of cum. Only then, as he rested against her, did he realize she was still trembling and moaning. He finally noticed she was coming, but he had missed most of it. He stared at her intently, rubbing her breast gently, as he held her up despite her shaking knees while she came down from ecstasy. He kissed her neck, having fully regained his senses, and he started to whisper to her, almost bragging. "That's it, my pet. Come for me. That's it. Good girl. I love you so much, Laura Lee. I love you."
As her breathing returned to normal, she pulled away from him. She slid her skirt back down and adjusted her shirt and bra where he had been pinching and twisting her still sensitive nipple. She turned back to him.
He grinned at her haughtily. "How did that feel, Baby?" he asked confidently, swaggering over to her and buckling his belt again.
She rolled her eyes, but suppressed a very real smile. "I have to get back to work, Steve."
"We haven't even eaten, Pet."
"Oh, I think I've been filled enough today," she winked, walking away from him.
He giggled at her double entendre, but then he noticed her panties on the ground. "Laura, wait!" he called, snatching them up.
She turned to him.
He dangled them in front of his face. "Don't you want these?"
She thought for a moment. "Keep them," she smiled as she slipped out the door. He quickly shoved them into his desk for safekeeping.