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To those of you waiting for the plot...there's some in this chapter. Plenty of sex, absolutely. But also some important discussion.
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I was going way too far with this. We both were.
   But neither of us really knew what a “sex marathon” was supposed to be. And in spite of the no-sleeping-over thing I thought should be important—the relationshippy connotations of actually sleeping together were my biggest reason—I couldn’t think of any reason why sending him home for the night was a good idea.
   It would put a stop to this raging lust that was going through both of us.
   It was like when I was at the precinct, on a roll with my paperwork, and Graham called me into his office. When I got back to my desk, even if I only spoke with my superior for a few minutes, that drive to continue the paperwork was gone.
   I didn’t want this bubble we were in to burst.
   And anyways, I’d be such a major asshole if we fucked for a few hours, I sent him on his way, and expected him to come back the next morning to continue where we left off. That was unthinkably unfair to him. Yeah, we were fuck buddies, but that didn’t give either of leave to be thoughtless.
   So instead, I climbed out of bed and let out a soft groan. It was half achy, half satisfied. The achy would go away soon enough. But God, I was so sticky. And it wasn’t just the chocolate, either. I could feel the cum between my legs, some of it on my inner thighs even.
   I stretched and practically purred, turning to look at him over my shoulder. His face was still set in utter bliss as he turned to glance up at me.
   “I’m throwing in the towel for now,” I said, moving to face him. I loved the way his eyes took in every last inch of me that he could see, before settling on my face. “I need a shower.”
   “God, me too. When you were getting that chocolate off of me, I think you missed a few spots. Sloppy.”
   I practically cackled, grabbing the closest pillow off the bed and throwing it at his face. He cracked up and caught it before it hit him, sitting up and grinning at me. And then he hopped out of bed, way more spry than he had any right to be after everything he’d done, and rounded the bed to my side.
   “I’ll go first,” I said, inching away from him, leaving him standing there. I didn’t look back once as I ducked into the private bathroom in my bedroom and turned on the shower. I pursed my lips, staring at the curtain, preparing myself to step inside even if it might take a few minutes for the temperature to be perfect. It was the one drawback of the apartment. One I could handle.
   What was I doing?
   Why was I moving towards the bathroom door again?
   This is such a bad idea, Sarah. Bad idea. Stop.
But I didn’t stop.
   My personal bubble be damned, I wanted to see that man wet. And I wasn’t going to see it until I had him in that shower with me.
   I ripped open the door and jumped when he was right there in front of me, an aching look on his face, as though he wanted to knock but was resisting the urge.
   “Get in here,” I growled, grabbing his wrist and pulling him against me, into the bathroom. We collided, our naked bodies slapping as they met, and I whimpered as his lips wandered from mine and moved down my neck. He held me so tightly against him and I could feel his cock pressed between us, right up against my skin below my belly button.
   We couldn’t even get as far as the shower. That was how bad this was—this insatiable lust wave we were riding. And I had a feeling we hadn’t even reached the peak yet.
   Instead, he pinned me against the bathroom wall opposite the mirror that took up that whole wall above the sink.
   His hand slid over my ass cheek and he hoisted me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I stretched my right leg out and curled my toes around the sink counter, bracing myself, and then I felt him enter me with one swift thrust.
   “Chuck!” I yelped.
   He started hard and fast, and as I lifted my eyes from the cabinets beneath the sink, I caught sight of our reflection. I could see every ripple of the muscle in his shoulders and back, his bulging biceps…
   And God, his ass. Finally, it was on full display in front of me. And it looked so fucking good. “Ahhh,” I whimpered. “That’s it, Chuck. Fuck, that’s it! Yes!!”
   His ass clenched with every hard thrust, and now I could see it. And I wanted to feel it too, so I slapped my hand down hard onto his ass cheek and squeezed, pulling him into me, my other arm wrapped around his shoulders.
   His lanky form suddenly wasn’t quite so lanky anymore. He was strength personified. And he was holding me up with almost no effort, even as he shoved himself into me like a pile-driver.
   It didn’t take long for me to come, what with his dick crashing into me, plus the glorious sight of his ass in the mirror. I had a problem—an obsession with looking at this man’s body while he fucked me. I was just so fascinated by the way his muscles moved when he moved. It was such a turn on.
   It was more than I’d ever gotten from sex with anybody else. And to think this man dubbed himself a nerd.
   When he eventually let me down, the room was already filled with steam, and I couldn’t help but smile, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. To hide it, I turned away and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the shower.
   As he moved toward the edge of the curtain to pull it back, I gave his ass a playful slap, earning an offended look and a laugh as he glanced at me over his shoulder, finally disappearing into the shower. “Oh, shit this is hot!”
   I climbed in after him to find him pressed against the wall, avoiding the spray. It was even hotter than I typically liked it, so I fixed it, giggling at him. “Sorry, I take really hot showers.”
   “Oh. That’s okay. But, like, that was a little much. Showering in lava has never been on my bucket list.”
   I sent him a wry look and stepped into the water as it cooled just enough for me to be comfortable.
   God, the jet felt amazing and I lost myself in it, feeling it caress my skin, wet my hair. I hummed softly, running my hands over myself, well aware that I had an audience and flaunting my assets for his benefit.
   If I was letting him into my personal shower time, I was going to do this whole showering thing differently. That would make it feel less uncomfortable, right? I wouldn’t shower how I usually did. This wasn’t my private time. It was an opportunity to do something different with my fuck buddy.
   I felt much better about this now, and I decided not to play around with superfluous touching and kissing. I reached out and pulled him in, reveling in the reverent look on his face as he watched the water spill over my body. He laughed as the jet smacked him right in the face, and he teased me by leaning down to nuzzle my chest with his wet curls, causing me to laugh as well.
   And then he put his hands on my ass and gave me a quick, lusty tug. I leapt into his arms, wrapping my legs around him. And then I looked down between our bodies as he took his cock in his fingers and lined it up with my pussy. He used his other hand gripping my waist to yank me down hard onto his shaft and I cried out, letting my head fall back.   He wasted no time whatsoever, rounding my lower back with one arm and holding onto my thigh with his other hand, before starting to thrust into me. I swung my hips to meet his, whimpering his name over and over and over, our bodies thumping together. We fucked like that for awhile and it felt so good, having him so deep inside of me, the water jet pounding heat against my back.
   “So good,” he growled, and then he leaned back a little and looked down to watch, grabbing my hips in both hands tightly and starting to bounce me roughly on his cock. I yelped and held onto his shoulders, using my thighs around his waist to bounce even harder.
   The wet slapping became louder and louder as our fucking got rougher, and I was so turned on by his strength, the way his biceps and abs tensed with every thrust that sent me bouncing high into the air.
   And then I came down onto him hard and he held me there, buried so deep inside of me, and he quickly lowered himself to sit in the tub, leaning back against it. I rode him hard, swinging my hips back and forth, trying to keep my feet from slipping against the tub.
   He tangled his fingers in my hair and held on, pulling just enough to make me gasp. This was fucking explosive. Better than any shower sex I’d ever had—and way less intrusive. I didn’t get into this shower to be alone. I got into it to fuck Chuck Bartowski. And God, I was fucking him. I was fucking him so good.
   “I’m gonna come,” I gasped, my voice high pitched and wanton. “Fuck!”
   He lowered a hand from my hair and pinched my nipples between his fingers, twisting them just enough to send a thrill right down to between my legs. I came with one more rocking thrust onto his cock and I threw my head back, his name on my lips.
   “Oh God Chuck. Yes!” I gasped, letting it crash over me, feeling the waves of my climax go through my body.
   I slid off of him, breathing hard, and I draped myself over his legs, catching his dick in my fingers and starting to pump him fast in my fist.
   “Shit! Oh, Sarah.” I glanced up at his face, a mischievous look in my eye as I jacked him off. “I wanna feel your—oh fuck yes,” he said in a tight voice as I twisted my fist around his shaft and squeezed. “I want your lips around me,” he breathed. “Put your lips around my cock.”
   I loved that Chuck was starting to feel more comfortable with telling me what he wanted. And I could see it made him blush still to say it, but at least he was saying it.
   With a bit of a smirk, I opened my mouth and took him in, the water spilling over the back of my head and covering my face, but I kept going, taking him in deeper and deeper and deeper, until he was down my throat. I swallowed, earning a groan, and then I slid him out.
   Bobbing my head up and down, I wrapped my fingers around the bottom of his cock and twisted, squeezed, using my other hand to play with his balls.
   He was hard, on the verge of orgasm, when I pulled away, letting him slip out of my mouth. And then I turned to face the faucet of the tub, Chuck behind me, and I reached down to take him in my hand.
   I fell onto him with a loud slap of our wet bodies, and I hunched forward to reach his balls. I squeezed them as I bounced on Chuck’s cock, staring at his big feet. What they said about guys with big feet was true, at least with him. I could feel his largeness pulsing inside of me now.
   I smacked my hips against his over and over and over, yelling a loud, “YES!” as he met my g-spot. And then I felt his hot seed released inside of my pussy as he groaned my name, his fingers so tight around my hips that I thought he might leave bruises.
   I didn’t care. I squeezed his balls and rocked back against him to milk him of everything he had, and then I moved my legs and fell back against his chest, letting him hold me there as the water beat against my breasts.
   Because we were wasting water, I eventually slid him out of me and let him help me up, before I helped him up, and we washed separately, before I leaned down to turn off the water.
   We got dressed and ended up on the couch, sipping wine, just talking. He told me more about his work, and even rubbed my feet. It seemed like such a natural thing for him to do, so I ignored the intimacy of it and just let it be.
   “And just today, Morgan told me why we never get calls from Tobias Warner.”
   “Who’s that?” I asked, rubbing my cheek against the back of the couch and staring at his profile.
   “Who indeed. He’s that lawyer that comes on the TV. You know? He points at the screen and growls about how he’s gonna get you loads of money. ‘I’m Tobias Warner, and I’ve got your back’,” Chuck growled, lifting one hand from my foot to point at me.
   I giggled. “Riiight, right. That guy. Such a ploy.”
   “Absolutely. But I used to have to go to office for tech issues. He did that really gross thing that super rich people do where he shoves a wad of cash in your hand, winks, and tells you to have fun with it. Like, thanks dude, but you’re a piece of shit.” I giggled again, knowing exactly what he was talking about. The amount of people who’d tried to do that to her when she responded to a disturbance when she was a beat cop…
   “Anyways, his wife is divorcing him and taking everything. He isn’t going to have a pot to shit in when she’s through.”
   “Daaamn,” I drawled. “That’s harsh.”
   “Weeeeeell, not reaaally…”
   “Why? What’d he do?”
   Chuck shook his head. “The guy came home after a ‘late night at the office’,” he emphasized with bunny ears, “and his wife wanted some hanky panky. She tugged his pants down and found lipstick smeared all over his…” Chuck pointed at his groin.
   My jaw fell open. “Ohhh, woowww. That’s probably the worst way to find out.”
   “Yeah. He’s a shithead. I mean, she was kind of a trip, too. Not the nicest lady. But nobody deserves that.”
   I shook my head. “God, that’s insane.”
   “Yeah. And also, like, the awfulness of the whole cheating thing aside, how freaking stupid is he that he didn’t know he had someone’s lipstick on his junk?”
   I shrugged. “Maybe she did it under his desk and he didn’t even see. You know? He just sort of tugged his pants back up when she was done without looking down.”
   “Oh. That’s a possibility.” He turned on me and smirked a little. “Detective Walker. Such a gumshoe.”
   There was so much endearment in the way he said it this time, and I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I said it, and by then it was too late.
   “It’s not easy finding out that the person you’re with has been fucking other people, whether you love ‘em or not.”
   I felt him watching me. “Is this one of those times when I ask if you’re speaking from experience? Am I allowed to ask that?”
   I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t even try, really. I just felt so comfortable and relaxed sitting here, with his fingers digging into the arch of my foot skillfully. “It’s not a big deal. My ex cheated on me. I found out and we broke up.” I shrugged.
   “What a freaking dumb ass.”
   I looked at Chuck closely. There was no pity, no sympathy. Maybe a smidgeon of empathy, but mostly disbelief and annoyance. “What?”
   “He must be the dumbest asswipe on the planet. The whole corny ‘he must’ve been crazy to let you go’ thing aside, there’s no God damn way I’d ever be looking to another woman to get my rocks off if I’ve got you.” He winced. “Sorry, that’s crude. What I mean is, we’ve been sleeping together for some time now and I’m pretty sure sex doesn’t get any better than this. So he’s an absolute dipshit, obviously.”
   I laughed and shook my head, completely charmed by his compliment, and by his delivery. And the sweet blush on his face. “That’s nice of you to say so, and I agree about the sex, but I wasn’t as enthusiastic about it back then. Sex, I mean. And he sought it elsewhere.”
   “I’m sorry.”
   “Nah, I’m not. It hurt a lot then. But good riddance. Just sort of a shock walking into your boyfriend’s apartment and seeing him screwing some random girl in a way he’d never bothered to screw you.” I shrugged, and decided I’d maybe gone a bit too far with that. I hadn’t meant to get so personal or so detailed. And I knew I’d just made myself very vulnerable.
   But because he was Chuck Bartowski, and more of a friend than most of the friends I’d had in my lifetime, he didn’t take advantage of my vulnerability to continue the conversation. Instead he shrugged and let out a long breath of air.
   “His loss. But I’m sorry he hurt you. I, uh, I know how that feels. Not that I’m trying to downplay what you went through or compare my thing to yours or anything. Just, you know, I understand.”
   “Did you walk in on your girlfriend with another man, Chuck?” I asked, propping my elbow on the couch and leaning my chin on my palm.
   “No, no. Nothing like that. But I did find out that she was cheating on me two days before I graduated from college. With, mind you, one of my frat brothers. The same guy who set us up at the beginning of junior year, funnily enough.”
   “What a piece of shit.”
   “Yeah, both of them were. They’re married now. Or at least, I heard they were married. Part of me hopes they had a messy divorce along the way. The childish part. But I’ve moved on now.” He smiled.
   “It sucks.”
   “Yep.”
   “My whole precinct knew Bryce was a cheater. And they kept it from me.”
   “Jesus!” There I went again, letting more out of the bag. Shit. “Fuck that. What kind of shit heads were they that they didn’t say anything?” He squeezed my foot and furrowed his brow thoughtfully. “So that’s why you asked for a transfer?”
   “I wanted as far away from there as possible. And there was an opening at LAPD. And my best friend since I was a kid still lives here. So I got the hell out of there.”
   “Smart woman. New precinct, new partner, new city. And your best friend.”
   “And my best friend,” I said, smiling widely. “It was hard to move on at first but it’s been a year and I’m fine.” I shrugged.
   “So fiiiine,” he drawled, a dreamy look on his face, and I snorted and smacked his shoulder. “What? It’s true!”
   “Shut up, Bartowski.”
   The wine was making me drowsy, and I’m sure all of the sex and the hot shower helped. I lost my inhibitions, lowered my walls, and eventually set my glass down to mold myself against Chuck’s chest, before I finally fell into a deep sleep.
———
   I awoke to the smell of coffee and turned my face into the pillow my head was on. As I stirred awake and blinked my eyes open, I realized I was in my bed. I distinctly remembered falling asleep on the couch last night, so it followed that I would wake up in the same spot.
   I didn’t remember waking up and moving to my bedroom.
   Still a little confused, I turned over and looked to find the other side of the bed empty, and as I felt the mattress, it was cold, like it hadn’t been slept in at all.
   If it weren’t for the smell of coffee, I’d have assumed Chuck left my place altogether, that our marathon was over. But I did smell coffee. And my coffee machine didn’t have an automatic timer, which meant Chuck had started it.
   I slid out of bed and straightened the short nighty I’d slipped on after our shower the night before. And then I padded down the hallway and into the kitchen, running my fingers through my hair to make sure it wasn’t a mess when he saw me.
   He turned and looked over his shoulder as I walked in, smiling. And just like that, he thrust a mug of coffee into my hands. “Morning.”
   “Hi,” I said, looking down at my mug. “Thank you.”
   “Oh, sure. No problem.”
   “How, uh, how’d I get into my bed? I’m pretty sure I don’t sleepwalk.”
   “You don’t. Well, I mean…you might. I don’t actually know. But you didn’t last night. I woke up early this morning and we were both on the couch, so I thought I’d get coffee going and buy us some breakfast. I carried you to your bed because it’s probably more comfortable than the couch. Though, that couch is super comfortable. I slept ridiculously well on that thing.”
   I watched him ramble, feeling the warmth of the situation, and the warmth of the mug in my hands, and I found myself grinning. “Well, thanks. That was sweet. And so was buying breakfast. Where is it?”
   “Oh. I slid it in the oven to keep it warm. Just turned it on for a few minutes, then turned it off again, and put the food in there. Nothing fancy. Just omelets, potatoes, bacon.”
   It sounded delicious. And the coffee smelled amazing. But I didn’t want either of those things at the moment. Because I woke up with a tingle between my legs and now that I’d seen him all mussed from the weather outside, his hair a little damp and extra curly from the rain.
   He’d gone out in the rain to buy us breakfast. He’d carried me to bed, wanting me to be comfortable.
   And God damn, but I wanted to feel him inside of me right fucking now.
   I set my mug down on the butcher block and closed the distance between us, grabbing him by the front of his jeans and pulling his groin against mine. “I’d like a proper good morning,” I said through gritted teeth, my need for him suddenly overwhelming. God I wanted him so bad I could bite him.
   “Yes, ma’am,” he breathed against my lips, and it took less than two seconds for him to have me pinned to the fridge. It was cold against my back and I gasped, a grin growing on my face as he reached between us to undo his jeans.
   I watched as he dug down the front of his pants to release himself, and as much as I liked watching him pump himself to get hard, I wanted to do it. So I slapped his hand away with a chastising glare and wrapped my fist around his cock, sliding it up and down, giving him a tug.
   Then his fingers were against my sex over the cotton of my panties, and just like that he moved them aside and rubbed me, flicking my clit and causing me to whimper.
   He lifted me up, pinned me to the fridge with his body, and entered me. I slapped my hands against the ass of his jeans and held on, pulling him into me as he made his thrusts powerful. Every stroke set me on my tiptoes, nearly lifting me off the floor completely.
   I came quickly, in mere minutes, he was fucking me so good, and I’d already been pretty wet when I woke up. But I wanted more.
   “Keep going,” I gasped, moaning my way through a delicious orgasm.
   We moved suddenly and I squealed, wrapping my legs around him and clinging to his shoulders.
   He left the fridge and set me on the edge of the kitchen table, still buried deep inside of me, and I moaned as his cock shifted with the movement. He bent over me, pulled my legs up under his arms, laid me back, and went to town.
   “Ohhhh shit yes!” I cried out, letting my head fall back against the wood and opening my mouth in ecstasy. I twisted my fist in his shirt at his shoulder and just let him fuck me. But as good as it felt, he was doing all of the work. And I’d been the one to initiate this, hadn’t I?
   “Wait, wait,” I panted, and he stopped immediately.
   “You okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked.
   “No, no,” I rushed out, rubbing his shoulder. “I just want to be on top.”
   His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head and he gave a teasing thrust, causing me to whimper and smirk. “God, I love it when you’re on top,” he panted.
   He slid out of me and quickly pushed his boxers and jeans down, his dick still so hard and beautiful. And then he helped me down from the table and I grabbed his hand, leading him over to my stuffed chair that I hardly ever used unless I was buried deep in a book.
   “Sit on the ottoman,” I commanded, and he did so, pulling his shirt off and leaving himself totally stark naked.
   I slid my panties down my legs and left them on the floor, before I swung my leg over and lowered myself to sit on his lap. The ottoman was the perfect height for me to have my feet touching the ground without my legs being in an uncomfortable, cramped position.
   And then I pushed Chuck’s torso down so that he had to hold himself up by bracing his hands against the floor behind him, his feet planted firmly on the ground on the other side of the ottoman.
   “I want to ride you so hard,” I said, taking his hardness in my hand and lifting myself up, burying him inside of me and thrusting a few quick times to bury him to the hilt.
   “Oh fuck, you feel amazing,” he whimpered, looking down his body to where he disappeared inside of me. I loved how much Chuck Bartowski enjoyed the sight of his cock inside of me. I knew it turned him on, and that made me so hot for him.
   So hot that I grabbed him by his shoulders and started grinding. “Hnng. Nnng. Yes, Chuck. Oh fuck yes.”
   His head fell back and he groaned, his eyelids fluttering. His body moved back and forth as I rode him, the ottoman a bit bouncier than I’d thought it would be. But it made it that much more pleasurable, and the smile on his face showed just how much he was enjoying it.
   “Ohhh yeah,” I panted, moving my hands to the crook of his neck and rocking fast and hard, clenching my ass.
   Chuck finally reached up with one arm and wrapped it around my waist, tugging me onto his cock and groaning my name. “Fuck that’s good, Sarah,” he panted. “That’s so good.”
   And then he had both hands around my waist and he was yanking me hard, thrusting up against me, his back arched, his muscles on full display for me to admire. “Yeah!” I yelled. “Oh yeah! Hnnng! Unnnn!”
   He let go of me and put his palms back on the ground, just watching as I rode him. I held his face, using my grip to pull myself hard onto his cock, feeling it rub against my inner walls in the best way.
   “Ungg! Ohh! Fuck, you’re such a good ride,” I panted. “Fuck!”
   I slowed down a little and started gyrating, opening and closing my legs rhythmically with each thrust, causing my walls to squeeze his shaft inside of me as I moved.
   “Ohhh, baby. Oh God yeah. Keep doing that,” he breathed out, looking down at me. “You ride me so good, baby.”
   “You like that?” I asked, continuing to do that for a good minute or so, before moving my hands back to his shoulders and starting to move fast and hard again.
   “Yes!” he panted. “Fuck me hard!”
   I opened my mouth and let out a breathless laugh, then buried my fingers in his hair and obeyed. I fucked him hard, using my feet against the floor to jerk my hips into his. I was going to come soon. I could feel it. “Nnng,” I whimpered. “Ooohh.”
   He was breathing hard as he reached up to wrap his arms around my waist again, and he started yanking me onto his cock, bouncing up against me, determination in his handsome face.
   I was getting close, and I started clenching my ass harder. I was on the very edge, almost there, and I got a little overzealous. I rocked roughly against him and yanked on his hair at the same time.
   An explosive orgasm hit me, but I felt him slip from underneath me, and as the delicious sensations cascaded through me, Chuck’s ass slid off of the ottoman and we both crashed to the floor. I squealed as he yelped, and he landed hard on his back with me on top of him. Right as we landed, I felt hot liquid spill into me from his cock. He came hard with a groan of my name and I slumped against him, my ass twitching as I tried to get every last drop I could.
   We were still, then, Chuck on his back, his legs perched on the ottoman, and me lying on top of him, still straddling him. And then I felt him shake beneath me.
   Concern went through me and I pulled back to ask if he was alright, until I realized he was laughing, his face beet red. He covered his mouth and sputtered, before he let out the loudest and happiest laugh I’d ever heard in my life.
   I rolled off of him onto my back and laughed as well, tears spilling from my eyes. I found I couldn’t stop, even as my abdomen started to hurt.
   When the laughter finally died down, I heard Chuck let out a long sigh, and then he turned to look at me, bouncing his eyebrows. “Good morning.”
   I laughed again and shook my head. “That. Was. Amazing,” I said through a lusty giggle. “Jesus Christ.”
   “The ending there was a little…sloppy, maybe,” he said. “And yet…”
   “So good,” I moaned. “Mmmmm.”
   “Something about that ‘I’m gonna die’ feeling mixed with climax that just…phew.”
   I laughed again. “You’re kidding but you might be onto something.”
   He took his legs off of the ottoman and awkwardly rolled onto his stomach to look down at me. “Sex while sky diving. You game?”
   I barked out another laugh and shook my head. “I’ve been grazed by a couple of bullets and shot in the kevlar in my career as a cop, but you’ll never fucking find me diving out of a plane. Let alone having sex during it.”
   He chuckled and pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Fair.” And then he furrowed his brow. “Jesus, you’ve been shot at?” He shook his head. “Stupid question. Of course you have. You’re a detective and there are some bad people out there.”
   I climbed up with his help and went to find my panties, sliding them on under my nighty as Chuck wandered about picking up his own clothes and putting them back on. Meanwhile, I opened up the oven to grab the food. Thanks to Chuck’s genius, the food was still warm as I took it out.
   “It’s crazy to me that there are people out there like you and like your friend Carina—you know, since you told me she’s a lawyer—who are doing all of these amazing things, protecting people, putting bad guys away where they can’t hurt innocent people anymore. And then here I am, wasting away at the Buy More.”
   “Hey. Don’t.” I nudged him with my foot now that we were sitting down at the table across from one another, our food piled in front of us.
   “It’s true,” he said in a flat voice.
   “No. What about that idea of yours? The device to help school kids. You don’t think that’s making a difference?” I asked, and he looked a little surprised that I even remembered that conversation we’d had weeks and weeks ago.
   “Not with the plans sitting on my computer, it isn’t.”
   “What do you mean? Weren’t you presenting to that company? Ashford, was it?”
   Chuck shrugged. “They’re not interested in it after all.”
   I felt my gut clench as I looked at him closely. “Chuck…”
   Shit. Poor guy.
   For a split second, I wondered why he didn’t tell me. And then I realized it was probably because I was his fuck buddy and not much else. I wasn’t the person he went to for comfort, unless it was the lose-yourself-in-hot-sex kind of comfort that he was looking for. And Chuck didn’t seem the type who went for that when he was upset.
   “Hey, it’s okay. It was kind of a toss up anyway.”
   But I could tell he was upset, even as he tried to brush it off with a smile, biting into a piece of bacon. He’d probably been working on that idea for awhile, constructing the plans, most likely even building the device itself. How much money had he put into it? How much time and effort?
   I wondered if he’d been confident walking into Ashford Instruments with his invention, knowing it was good, knowing he’d worked hard and thinking that finally all of it was going to pay off. And then when AI finally rejected it…
   “I’m so sorry, Chuck,” I said, reaching over to put my hand on his wrist, squeezing. “I know how excited you were about it.”
   “I was. But hey…shit happens. You know, there are a lot of things I can do moving forward. Like, maybe a few changes to the look of the device, or tighten up the software, you know? Or see if maybe another company would take it on. It’s not a big deal.”
   But I could see that it was. Because he wasn’t meeting my eyes, instead digging into his omelet and shoveling it into his mouth.
   I didn’t care about the rules or how intimate it was or anything like that as I climbed to my feet and walked around the table to gently wrap my arms around his head and hug him against my stomach. I cradled him as he set down his fork and turned his face into my nighty, taking a long, deep breath.
   Chuck might not be my boyfriend, but after all of this time, he was at least my friend. “You’ll figure it out,” I said, surprised by just how confident I was in the truth of those words.
   “Maybe. But I keep wondering, you know, what if I don’t?” he asked. “What if I’m at the Buy More forever?”
   “You won’t be. And you know, Tech Specialist at the Buy More isn’t the worst you could do. I’m sure you’ve saved a lot of people time, money, effort by swooping in to fix their computers or phones or…whatever else they needed for their everyday lives. You’re like a tech superhero.”
   He pulled back a little and looked up at me. “That was borderline nerd, Sarah.”
   “And?” I asked.
   “And it was hot. Obviously.”
   I giggled and gently patted his cheek.
   The rest of our food disappeared soon thereafter, but the mood had turned somber. It wasn’t Chuck’s fault, but I could see he was a little embarrassed, which meant he thought it was.
   I felt really bad for him, even though I knew he didn’t want me to. That hadn’t been why he told me. I could tell he genuinely felt inadequate, especially after the blow of having his invention rejected. I tried to put myself in his shoes and found I really couldn’t. I’d never created anything before. I followed orders for most of my career, and now as a detective, I gave them just as much as I followed them. But I’d never stuck her neck out like Chuck had with Ashford Instruments.
   A protective instinct rose in my breast as I moved to gather the boxes and remove them from the table.
   “Can I say something?”
   I turned to see Chuck standing at the entrance to the kitchen, having followed me. He leaned against the bar, his arms crossed, looking a little tentative.
   “Yeah. ‘Course.” I faced him head on and leaned back against the sink, my hands clutching the counter behind me.
   “I know what we talked about at the beginning about being fuck buddies and not boyfriend and girlfriend…” I felt panic suddenly. Shit, I’d gone too far with the comforting. The conversation had gotten way too personal. I’d crossed a line and now I gave him the wrong idea.
   “So I don’t want you to think that-that I’m trying to change that. But I have to say, Sarah. Your ex? Bryce? When he cheated on you, did it make you feel like you weren’t good enough?” I shrugged and nodded once, not really knowing where he was going with this. “That pisses me off. It really does. Because honestly, I don’t think there’s anyone better than you. Sorry,” he rushed out, holding his hand out in front of him and stepping closer. “I know I’m probably overstepping. And I know all this probably happened awhile ago and now you see him for what he really is—an asshole.”
   If I weren’t hanging on his every word, I probably would’ve smirked at that.
   “I just felt like maybe I should underscore that point for you, in case there’s even a tiny bit of you that thinks—in your heart—that you did something to deserve it. You didn’t. Not at all. I know, I wasn’t there, but I know you didn’t. It took me awhile to figure that out for myself after Jill and Jack—”
   I snapped out of the daze I was in for a second. “Wait, wait. Jack and Jill? Really?”
   Chuck gave me a flat look. “I know.”
   Not able to hold back a giggle, I instead clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle it. “I’m sorry. Not to make light of your situation.”
   “No, no,” he chuckled. “I heard it plenty of times from everybody. And they probably heard it at their wedding, but hey! Here’s hoping they’re divorced, like I said. Because hey! I’m kind of a jerk, aaaand I’m probably going to hell.” He grinned at me, tilting his head charmingly.
   I slowly slinked along the floor of my kitchen towards him, then leaned up onto my tiptoes, brushing his ear with my lips.
   “Chuck…” I gently took his earlobe between my lips and sucked, nipping it with my teeth and letting it go again. His chest rose against mine and heat radiated off of his body. “There are much much better reasons for going to hell than that…”
   He’d just said what I deemed to be the nicest and sweetest thing anybody had ever said about me, without expecting anything. He didn’t expect me to throw aside the fuck buddies idea, take him in my arms, and call him my boyfriend. He also didn’t expect me to tear his clothes off and reward him.
   I couldn’t do the first thing. Not right now. Not…yet.
   But God, how I wanted to do the second thing. I didn’t quite understand how my body could react to another person the way it did him. People had said nice things about me before but—Maybe it was the way he’d said it. So sincere. Like he truly meant every single word. And he’d said it simply because he thought I should hear it. There was no ulterior motive.
   My body was drawn to his.
   And I couldn’t help but think…if only he knew just how far I’d go if only he asked. I just wanted him so bad. And it seemed like it was a pretty consistent, perpetual feeling.
   That was maybe somewhat dysfunctional.
   I realized the poor guy had no idea what I meant when I murmured those words into his ear. I could see it in his face. He had a half smile, but his brow was furrowed. Like he thought maybe it was a good thing—whatever it was.
   “Sex, Chuck,” I explained in a slow voice. “Hot…” I popped the button of his pants. “Naughty…” The sound of his zipper as I pulled it down sent a shiver down my spine. “…Fucking.” I bit his jaw a little harder than I meant to, but I was overwhelmed with need.
   His words were still running through my head. And deep down inside, even if I wasn’t quite willing to bring that up to the surface, I knew that if Chuck were my boyfriend, rather than just a fuck buddy, he’d never hurt me the way Bryce had.
   In general, he was a better person. A much better man.
   My thoughts were cut off as his fingers hooked into my panties underneath my nighty. Just like that, they were at my ankles and all I had to do was quickly step out of them to be rid of them. And then he knelt at my feet, looking up at me, making me feel like a goddess or a queen as his brown eyes sizzled. He flipped my nighty up and over his head, lifted my leg up so that my foot was propped on the counter, my toes curling over the granite edge, and I felt his mouth close over my slit.
   He ate me out with his usual precision and skill, opening and closing his mouth, working his jaw, sucking and licking.
   My climax was sudden, and it had me shuddering as I held onto the butcher block behind me, my knuckles white as I tightened my grip. “Ffffuck fuck fuck!” I rushed out, my features pinched in ecstasy. “Ahhhh. Oh God yeeesssss!”
   I breathed in whimpers, my chest heaving, and he finally ducked out from under my nighty, gently easing my leg down.
   He stood to his full height, almost looking…dare I say it…intimidating. He would, at least, if he were anybody else but Chuck Bartowski. The fact was that I’d known him for enough months now, and I’d had sex with him so many times since we met in that club, that I trusted him implicitly. Or maybe I should say…explicitly.
   That thought had me smirking.
   And my smirk widened as his lips brushed my ear, in a mimicry of what I’d done to him before he blew my mind with oral. “Is today the day that we earn our ticket to hell, Detective Walker?” His hand slid down my front, tucked between my legs, and squeezed my crotch through my nighty. “Gumshoe?” he whispered in the hottest voice I thought I’d ever heard in my life.
   “Please yes,” I whimpered, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he gave me another little tug.
   “Will you do whatever I ask? And trust me?”
   “Yes,” I whimpered again as he tugged once more.
   He kissed my lips just slightly, took my hand, and pulled me to the bedroom.
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