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Thank you all for your wonderful reviews! I'm so excited for all the followers. I still need movie ideas for the movications. I've picked my own for now, but I'd like some suggestions from you as well.

Beca was juggling a phone, a traveler's mug of coffee, and trying to fix her hair at the same time. The hickeys were still there, and she really didn't need Luke's snide remarks about them. Ever since he had learned about Beca and Jesse dating, he had been a bit of a douche. He always made comments or sneered at them, and always emphasized the "no-sex-on-the-desk" rule. Beca was longing to break it, just as soon as she and Jesse got to that stage in their relationship.

Anyway, back to the struggle with full hands. Beca was talking to her emphatic mother with her phone on her shoulder and her travel mug under her arm. With her free arm, she tugged her hair down around her shoulders as she walked towards the music store.

"Yeah mom, I'm seeing someone." She said, regretting it instantly.

Over the phone, her mother squealed. "Oh sweetie! Is he cute? You need to send me a picture. How long has it been? Are you being safe? What's his name?"

"Mom, calm down, breathe. His name is Jesse." As she walked into the building, Beca did her best to answer all of her mother's questions. "It's been a few weeks, but we were friends before that. No, I won't send you a picture, that's creepy. And yes, he's very cute."

"I hope you're talking about me." A voice rumbled from behind her. She turned and looked at Jesse, who was smiling at her fondly. He was wearing a long-sleeved, black button-up shirt and dark jeans that hugged his legs. She lost track of the conversation with her mom momentarily as she gazed at him appreciatively.

"Beca? Beca, I heard a voice. Is that him? Beca, answer me!"

"Wh—oh, right. Sorry mom; I gotta go. I'm working. Bye."

"Wait—"

Beca hung up before she got another word out, still watching Jesse. A bit speechless, she decided to go for a casual greeting. "Hey."

"Hey? You stare at me for two minutes, hang up on your mom for no reason, and all you say is 'hey'?" He teased her.

"I didn't hang up on her for no reason!" Beca said indignantly. "It's… time to work. I shouldn't be talking to my mother. Luke wouldn't like it."

"Probably not," Jesse said, prowling towards her, "But Luke's not here yet. He texted saying he was going to be late. About a half an hour."

Beca's eyes were drawn to his forearms; he had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and the exposed skin made her mouth water. Curiosity getting the better of her, she decided she needed to know why he was dressed the way he was. Okay, it was just a distraction; she needed to get her mind off of his biceps. Mmm, biceps… No.

"So nerd," She said, falling back on her favorite term of endearment. "What's with your outfit?"

He glared at her playfully before conceding, "I thought I would take you out tonight, after work's over. I was thinking a nice restaurant."

Beca looked at her clothes. She was wearing faded jeans, a tank top, and a purple, button-up blouse. "Uhm, I'm not really suited for it… do you think?"

"You look great." He smiled. At her raised eyebrow, he continued. "No really, we match. Look, button up shirts." He gestured back and forth between them. Beca rolled her eyes.

"So, what does Luke want us to do today?" They had finished the CD stacking job days ago, and weren't due for a new shipment until after the break.

"Unfortunately," Jesse said sarcastically, "The boss left us nothing to do. He didn't give me any instructions, other than 'no-sex-on-the-desk.' So we're going to have to wait until he gets here."

"Oh damn," Beca replied, copying Jesse's mock-disappointment. "I guess we're just going to have to do something else to entertain ourselves." Jesse's eyes widened a bit, but he took the hint. He spun her around and pulled her into him so her back was against his chest. Pushing her hair out of the way, he began placing butterfly kisses on the love-bites from last night. She groaned as his tongue laved over the tender flesh. Her hand reached up and gripped his hair, the feeling of warm liquid spread through her.

One of his arms banded around her middle and held her to him; the other snaked down and stroked her side. Beca's knees grew weak and she sagged against him. His mouth lifted to her ear and began to suckle her ear lobe, tonguing the sweet spot behind it.

"I won't leave any more hickeys, I promise." He said huskily, his sweet breath blew over her wet skin and goose bumps burst out over her body.

Beca moaned and pulled his head back to her neck, "Please—" She couldn't bring herself to finish the plea, but he seemed to understand what she couldn't say. He lips latched over skin and suckled, teeth scraping and nibbling in all the right places. His fingers found the spot where my shirt had lifted up and they caressed the soft flesh right beneath the band of her jeans. The combination was eliciting the most wonderful butterflies; she knew she needed to regain some control.

She spun around, taking Jesse by surprise, and pulled his mouth down to hers. She nipped and sucked and did her best to distract him. She knew she was successful when he began to follow her subtle movements and was gliding backwards. She led him to a wall and pressed him against it. He jolted a bit as his back hit the solid surface, but he didn't complain. He simply attacked her mouth with more vigor, their tongues battled.

Knowing she was losing, Beca pulled away and smiled mischievously before going for the tender place below Jesse's ear. He yelped at the ferocity of her ministrations, squirming against the wall and attempting to calm the bucking of his hips. Beca wasn't having it, and she brought waves upon waves of pleasure over him. She was riding a strange high, the power of knowing she was able to drive him insane like this was coursing through her veins. She brought her fingers to his shirt and began to undo the buttons. Distracted as he was, Jesse didn't notice until she pulled the garment from him and his torso was bare.

He hissed as his back hit the cool wall behind him, and then watched Beca closely as she regarded his body under heavy lidded eyes. Her eyes traced his chest, taking in his lean physique. Her hand lifted and traced the arrow of hair that led down into his waistband, which clung to his hips. She met Jesse's gaze before bringing her lips to his chest. She began suckling right above his ribs, knowing she was going to leave a mark. The gathered the flesh into her teeth and bit down gently.

Jesse pulled her up and crushed his lips to hers. He picked her up and her legs automatically wound around his hips. He walked them both over to the middle of the room and sat down on a chair, his lips not leaving hers. Her knees were planted on either side of his hips, and he grabbed her waist and ground her down into him. They both gasped and moaned at the sensation, wanting more friction, more heat, more everything. Jesse's lips suctioned onto her collarbone and her pelvis jutted forward.

He chuckled darkly as he found her sweet spot. She gritted her teeth against the onslaught of his talented mouth. Soon she was wrestling with the buttons on her blouse to give him more access to her clavicle. She had just succeeded in getting one arm out when the door clicked and someone walked in.

"Hey, I'm he—hey!" Luke said, his voice undoing the quiet of panting and moaning. "What did I say? No sex on the desk!" He sounded annoyed.

Jesse blushed and went to put his shirt back on. Beca tugged her own shirt straight and glared at the blond man. "We weren't on the desk." She growled, "And we weren't having sex."

"Pretty close," he retorted. "It would have been worse if I had come in five minutes from now. Why weren't you two working?"

"Someone," she said pointedly, "Didn't give us a new job. We didn't know what to do now that the CDs are all stacked. We wouldn't want to mess up the system."

"Fine." he huffed. His new assignment kept them apart for the next two hours. Jesse was made to carry crates of vinyls to the back of the store and check them for damage. Beca was sent to the upper level of the store to clean and organize the stacks of dusty CDs and records up there. Luke was obviously trying to prove a point. He sat in the booth lazily, watching them work with his hands behind his head. Whenever he caught Beca's eye he smirked and through her a thumbs-up sign. Bastard.

By the end of the shift, Jesse and Beca were thoroughly annoyed and tired. Beca's shoulders were stiff from reaching to clean the high shelves and Jesse's hand smelled like record cleaner. They could hardly stand Luke as he whistled his way through the store, checking their work before dismissing them. When he finally let them go, they were quick to gather their things.

"Oh! Mitchell," Luke called when she was at the door.

Beca turned back reluctantly, irritated that she hadn't escaped yet. "What?"

"Nice hickeys." Luke snorted a laugh as Beca stormed out of the door.

Jesse waited for her at the curb, his hand outstretched. "Where do you want to go to eat?"

"Anywhere, I'm starving." She responded, her mood lifting now that she was away from Luke. She was glad the cocky senior would be leaving at the end of this year. "What did you have in mind?"

A/N: I always imagined Luke being a bit of a twat-waffle. What do you think, did I over-do it?

By the way, the movie choices for next chapter are Pirates of the Caribbean or Avatar. (The one with the Na'vi, not the horrible adaptation of the TV series.) Please pick one, but also leave suggestions for other movies.