A/N: You can skip this whole chapter if you don't like smut. Just know that things have gotten pretty physical with minimal discussion of what that means.

Chapter Five: Trust

After a quick pasta dinner, the kids went upstairs to do homework and read. Mona also excused herself. Angela caught up on work in her study, taking a break to put Jonathan to bed, and Tony cleaned the kitchen. She checked in as he was wiping down the counters.

"Why don't you take a bath? It's been a crazy day, and that might help you relax." he suggested.

She thought of the day he had walked in on her nude. A little reenactment could be fun. "I'll be getting out at 11pm," she hinted. Deciding he could use clear permission, she dropped her voice to its low register. "Let yourself in."

He swallowed down his excitement. "I can't wait," he confirmed.

After a couple of finishing touches, he ran upstairs to take a quick shower. He put on thin grey sweatpants and headed across the hall. Angela's bedroom was vacant, but there was the distinct sound of tub water draining coming from the bathroom. He locked the door and glanced at the clock radio. It was 10:58pm, and he was about to see his crush completely naked. Blood had already begun to rush from his brain to other parts of his body.

Tony opened the bathroom door, praying that his timing was correct. Angela was standing with a bath sheet stretched out behind her back. Her bump was apparent, her breasts dotted with water droplets, and her legs as long and lean as ever. She looked like a goddess rendered in alabaster, rather than the bronze statue he had glimpsed nearly a year earlier.

It was clear from his physical reaction that he liked what he saw, and she was pleased to have that effect on him. She wondered if she really was an exhibitionist. It's not like she wanted everyone to see her, just one person. Even with Michael, she tended to cover up or turn off the lights. She only felt beautiful when Tony was looking at her. Lately, she'd caught him looking a lot more.

He approached her and rested his hands momentarily on the relatively safe area of her bare hips. "Would you like me to go down on you?" he asked, in a fit of courage.

"Wow. I don't know. Nobody's ever done that for me before," she revealed, wrapping the towel around her chest and tucking it in. Not that she hadn't thought about it. Fantasized about it, even. She didn't have a husband or a lover to experiment with anymore. This was a one-time offer from her best employee, who happened to be her best friend. He had said he was attracted to her. So maybe it wouldn't be so selfish of her to accept.

"I really want to taste you," he confessed, taking her hand and leading her to bed. They sat side-by-side at the edge. "I'll go slow. Just let me know if you don't like something, or if you're uncomfortable. I'll stop." He kissed her slowly on the mouth, then down her neck, "Lay back," he instructed. He stood up, leaned over her, and spread the towel out. Then he kissed and caressed his way down her body until he heard and felt her become aroused and relaxed.

Tony dropped his knees to the floor and began stroking her legs. He kissed the inside of her thighs, first near the knees, then higher up. "Put your legs over my shoulders," he suggested. She complied, opening up her most intimate parts to him.

"I trust you, Tony," Angela said. Her statement was honest, but incomplete. She didn't trust herself to maintain her dignity in this supremely undignified situation. Despite his attendance at her doctor's appointments, this was his first good look at her below the waist.

He was nervous, too. Nervous, but eager. He kissed the crease of her leg, then moved closer to her center before sending the tip of his tongue out. She was so wet, he could taste her already. "You smell delicious," he told her. She squirmed in anticipation. He licked a stripe along her middle, with a little pressure, ending at her clit. He couldn't believe this was happening. They definitely weren't just friends now, right? He parted her folds and dipped his tongue into her.

"Mmmmmm!" she murmured. She wasn't sure she could keep quiet with Tony's tongue spearing into her. It was beyond her imagination.

He applied a bit of suction and began flicking his tongue. Over the next ten minutes, he figured out her preferences and honed his technique. She was getting close, but remained too nervous to let go. "Tony? Can you lay with me?" she asked.

"Sure, Angela. Whatever you want." They both moved up the bed to a proper sleeping position, still on top of the covers and the bath sheet.

He leaned over and kissed her. She could taste her own arousal. Soon, he was on top of her. She groped him all over, including through his sweatpants. He couldn't help but thrust against her a couple of times, earning a wet spot on the front of his crotch. He worked his way down her body, spending a good long time on her chest and kissing her bulging tummy all over.

Then he returned to her apex. "Can I put my fingers inside you?" he asked. It was a guaranteed way to achieve their goal, in his experience. Physically, she was more than ready, but he needed verbal confirmation.

Angela hesitated. They were blowing through any possible boundaries now. There was something about being penetrated, even by fingers, that felt more intimate than all the kissing and touching. She did trust Tony, though. He was so genuine in his care for her, and he really did seem to find her sexy. Where else was she going to find a willing man, at this point?

"Angela?" Tony had laid down next to her again while she was lost in thought. "You can say no, if you don't want me to."

She turned on her side, curling her legs slightly. "I want you to," she replied, and kissed him. He took her top leg and placed it on top of his hip before reaching between her legs. With his middle and ring fingers, he swiped along her folds, spreading her fluids. Then he curled both fingers into her and rubbed his thumb in a circle. "Oh!" she yelped, bucking her hips. He put his bottom arm under her head and held her close. He was clean, but the natural scent of him was turning her on even more. "God, that feels so good," she told him, kissing his neck. "Can I touch you?"

"Please!" he responded. Her hand was already down the front of his sweats. Her fingers threaded through the coarse curls, then lightly grasped him. He was determined not to lose focus on her, no matter how good it felt.

As her climax became inevitable, Angela squeezed her eyes shut. "Look at me," Tony suddenly ordered. "Deep breaths." She complied, slowing and deepening her breathing as she gazed into his beautiful brown eyes. She felt like she was falling. He increased the intensity of his thrusts and she started to clench down on his fingers.

Euphoria spread through her whole body, and she could no longer keep her eyes open. "Oh my god." Her inner thighs were suddenly wet and she heard a squelching sound as he brought her down to earth again.

"That was amazing. I've heard of squirting, but I've never actually experienced it before. Does that happen often?" he asked, looking at his wet hand.

"Never!" Angela defended herself. It was messy and embarrassing, as if this entire situation wasn't bad enough.

"I loved it," Tony said sincerely. "You're the sexiest, most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. I'm really glad I could give you that. In fact…." He settled her flat on her back and started kissing down her body again. "…I have this hunch..." He swept his tongue over her sensitive clit, eliciting a guttural moan. "…there's another one in you." He was developing a good sense for her body's reactions.

Almost immediately, Angela felt the sweet tension build back up. Tony was more gentle this time, but he still got her there quicker than she could have done alone. After coming again, she felt incredibly relaxed. He helped her slide under the covers and kissed her on the forehead. She drifted off to sleep without a shred of guilt or doubt. He departed quietly, tossing her damp towel in the hamper on his way out. There was a cold shower calling his name.