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I stared at my cellphone, feeling something akin to fear creeping down my spine.
   1:17 phone conversation had popped up on the screen. When did I talk to anyone for a minute and 17 seconds? I’d been locked away with Chuck having amazing sex! How could I have talked to anyone on the phone in that time?
   And that was when the chill happened.
   Someone had called while Chuck was fucking me from behind in bed.
   I’d thought I sent it to voicemail, but I must’ve been so distracted that I answered the call instead. Holy fuck, who had called?? Had they heard anything??
   I swiped my phone and saw that it was Carina. I felt a little relieved at that. At least it wasn’t the precinct or Casey or literally anyone else who might’ve been calling.
   “Shit,” I whispered to myself.
   Deciding to just get myself home before I called her back, I set down my phone and began the journey back to my apartment.
   It was when I was finally behind my apartment door, flipping on the light, when I realized it said 1:17. Of course Carina must have heard at least something. And she had listened for over a minute. What a perv.
   And yet…as embarrassed as I was, I had to laugh as I pressed call and held the phone to my ear.
   It took awhile for Carina to answer, and instead of saying hello, she whimpered in a piss poor mimicry of me, “Come inside me! I want to feel you come in me!” emphasized by the sound of her clapping her hands over and over next to the mouthpiece of her phone.
   That part made me blush like crazy. She’d even heard that?
   “You’re an absolute pervert, Carina.”
   “You’re the one who answered!”
   “It was an accident! I was trying to send it to voicemail!”
   Carina barked in laughter, and Sarah scrunched her face up, shutting her eyes, pressing the heel of her palm to her forehead. “You guys were screwing and you tried to send it to voicemail?? Why didn’t you just let it ring??”
   “It was annoying, okay?!” Sarah found herself laughing too, as embarrassed as she was. “Why did you listen for so long, anyways?!”
   “Why do you think?” She left it at that. “By the way, I’m pretty impressed, Walker. Sounded kinda wild.” I didn’t know what to say to that, as mortified as I was. “Also did not peg you as a dirty talker. Well. Done.”
   “Shut up.”
   “Is that what you say to FB?” I groaned. “When he gets too talky, you smack him hard and go ‘Shut up, FB!’, don’t you? I couldn’t see it before, but I can now.”
   “Will you please stop? This is torture.”
   “Are you into that? Is FB into that?”
   “Carina, stop.”
   And then there was a long pause. It turned serious for a second, and then the weird and maybe even a little awkward pause ended. “So anyways, I uh…I didn’t actually call you to hear you and FB going at it like wild animals.”
   “So I gathered,” I said in a flat voice.
   “Though that was a welcome bonus.”
   I rolled my eyes, and then for a split second I wondered how much of this was teasing. Did Carina actually enjoy hearing Chuck and I fucking over the phone? I pushed that out of my head. “Why’d you call, Carina?”
   “I wanted toooooo…” She sighed. “I wanted to apologize for the other night, getting myself into trouble, and then the bullshit I said in the morning when you were just trying to take care of me. It wasn’t cool. And I’m sorry.”
   I found myself grinning happily as I sat down on my couch. “Thank you, Miller. I’m sorry, too, though. I think I was just scared that night, you know? Scared you might do something that would get you hurt, you know? And you’re my best friend. You’re the last person I want getting hurt. You know that, right?”
   “Yeah I do.” She paused. “And ditto.”
   “So we’re good?”
   “Girl, we’re always good.”
   The conversation moved on from there, and I found my eyes drooping after a half hour of us talking about the usual stuff, our respective cases that were being a pain in the ass for us both, yadda yadda.
   By the time we hung up, I found myself collapsing into bed, stripping down to just my panties and pressing my face into my pillow, my bare breasts against my sheets. I snuggled further into my bed, humming at how good it felt to grind my nipples against the soft sheets, and I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
——————
   Maybe I was crazy.
   Or stupid.
   Maybe I was about to blow this whole fuck buddy thing out of the water with this. Or maybe not. I didn’t really know. Part of me wanted to call Carina and ask her what the rules were for this sort of thing. But then the larger part of me decided that Chuck and I were the ones making the rules. There was no God damn rule book for being fuck buddies.
   Every relationship was different. Right?
   The automatic doors slid open and I was blasted by a cool gust of air conditioning as I walked into the Buy More. Maybe I should have warned him or something. Or checked to make sure he’d be here in the first place.
   After all, he’d made it sound like he went off on installs and repair jobs all the time for companies that needed it. He probably spent more time driving around than he did in the store.
   As I rose up on my tiptoes to look for him, I managed to avoid being spotted by one of the salespeople in the green shirts by shifting to the side behind a life size stand-up of a 1950s housewife holding a mixer. I didn’t want anyone to see me, really. Especially if it turned out Chuck wasn’t here.
   We were fuck buddies, and I thought that sort of went hand in hand with secrecy. I didn’t know how much Chuck would appreciate his coworkers knowing about me. Knowing what I was to him. Especially after what he’d said about a few of them being stalkers and creepy.
   Maybe I really shouldn’t have done this. I shouldn’t have driven all the way over here straight from the precinct. But it had been a few days since Chuck and I had sex that night on his couch and in his bed, when I’d accidentally let Carina listen in on Chuck and I getting wild. And in that time, my case had broken wide open.
   A murderer was behind bars.
   The evidence was stacked against him.
   And my team had done it. We’d all pulled together to solve one of the hardest cases I’d ever faced here in LA. There was no better feeling as a detective than knowing a bad person was behind bars because of a team effort. I loved the sound of the cork popping from the champagne, and the resulting cheers of elation and pride, even though none of us really indulged. Just a few sips since we were technically not off duty.
   It was a thing we did. Just a few minutes of celebrating that we’d done our jobs well. That there was justice served. And then a bit of silence for the victim, even if the victim in this case hadn’t been the best human on the planet. Nobody deserved to be murdered. Not in cold blood like that.
   Once everyone had settled down and went back to work, I’d slipped away, making sure nobody saw me.
   I was just so glad the case was over. And I was filled with a sense of pride. Not for myself so much as for the precinct and for my job in general. I also had adrenaline pumping through my veins. Like that one time I’d scored the winning goal for my Under-10 soccer team during a tournament and watched my coach raise the trophy above our heads in triumph. Like I could run five miles and not get winded.
   Except this time it was a little different.
   I wanted to tell somebody. I ignored the voice in my head that said “And you went to Chuck before Carina?” because it was far too accusatory. I didn’t need that voice interrupting my triumph.
   For a second, I let my eyes wander before I finally saw that head of curly hair towering over pretty much everything. He was behind a desk that had a sign with “Nerd Herd” written on it in black and red. And he was looking down at a laptop in consternation. He typed a bit, twisted his mouth to the side, and then hunched over to type furiously again.
   I bit my bottom lip, taking him in. He wore a nice long-sleeved button up that was navy blue, a long, skinny black tie over it. And God, he was too adorable with that pocket protector. He really was a nerd. I hadn’t expected the pocket protector. Wow.
   And yet, it made absolutely no difference to me, except that maybe it made him that much more impressive. He fixed electronics, which meant he must be good at critical thinking and good with his hands.
   He put both of things to really good use in bed. I couldn’t not think about that as I saw him work. And as I slid out from behind my hiding place and moved towards the desk, taking the long way around to attempt to avoid getting snagged by some other worker trying to get a commission, I saw that he wore black pants and a skinny leather belt. Very professional. Very handsome.
   And of course he was also wearing Converse sneakers.
   How freaking adorable was he?
   Chuck Bartowski sort of stood out from the rest of the people here. And maybe that was why he had a more crucial role in the business.
   I wondered if I would be too obvious approaching him this way, and then I decided I didn’t care. So I sidled up to the desk and waited for him to notice.
   “Hi, I’ll be with you in one moment,” he said in a friendly chirp, not looking up as his brow furrowed in concentration. He finally raised his light brown eyes to look at me with a polite smile, then looked back down at the screen. And then he froze, his fingers stilling on the keys.
   “Take your time,” I chirped back, biting my cheek to keep from laughing at him. When I realized there was a chance that my visit might not be as welcome, considering the nature of our relationship, my smile dimmed just a little.
   Chuck stood up straight, pulling his hands away from the keyboard and folding them together behind his back. “Oh. Hello. Hi. How—How can I help you? Today. How can I help you today? Miss.”
   I didn’t know if he’d purposely acted like he didn’t know me, or if he’d just stumbled into it, but I decided it might be fun to play along, so I smiled. “I’ve got…a broken phone. I can’t seem to work the keyboard when I try to text or respond to emails,” I said. And then I realized that was kind of true. The keyboard had been acting up. So I fished in my pocket and pulled it out, handing it over.
   “Ah. Keyboard issues. Okie dokie, let’s uh…let’s see what I can do about that.”
   “I’m sorry, do you—Is this part of your job?” I asked, dropping the act and leaning a little closer.
   “Eh. I do what I want. I help customers when I’m here. I have no idea where the herd is,” he said with a shrug. “Probably screwing off in the warehouse. So I’ll handle it.” Chuck looked down at my phone, tapping the screen. “Mind if I pull up a text?”
   “Yeah. You’re the last person I texted,” I said under my breath so that only he could hear it in case there was someone else around.
   “Cool.”
   He did so, then fiddled around a bit, frowning down at my phone. “Yeah it’s a little choppy. The keyboard, I mean. Have you downloaded the latest update?”
   “Uhh…” I shrugged and he smiled a little. “Maybe?”
   “Apple sent out a new update last week. Didn’t have anything major in it, but sometimes phone act up a little when they aren’t updated to the new version.” He shook his head. “It’s dumb and totally a ploy that your phone breaks if you don’t update it. But leave it to Apple.”
   I smirked at his obvious bitterness towards the company. Apparently he was not an Apple person.
   “Chuck, it’s okay. It’s not that big of a thing. I can still use the phone.”
   “Didn’t you come here to get your phone fixed, though?” he asked. And in spite of the special glint in his eye, I wondered if he actually believed that.
   I gave him a long look. “I mean, no…not really. But if you can fix it…”
   “Oh, I can fix anything.”
   “Getting a little cocky there, aren’t we, Chuck?” I asked, in spite of being a little turned on by his self-confidence. I had yet to see if it was unfounded self-confidence, as far as technology went.
   “Mmm, not really,” he said with a shrug, going to town on my phone. And then he set it down between us. “Downloading the new update. It’ll take a bit of time. So why are you here?” He paused, wincing. “Not that I’m not glad to see you. Because I am.”
   “Well…” I wet my lips, then shifted my weight, feeling a little bashful suddenly, even though I was absolutely brimming with gladness about it. “We solved that case today. I thought I’d tell somebody and uh, since I was in the area, it just made sense to tell you. I was hoping you’d be here.”
   “I am.”
   “Yes, I see that.”
   But then his face stretched into a grin. “Wait, wait. You solved the case? The one that was bugging you so much the other night?” I tilted my head in question. “I figured whatever was bothering you had to be about work, Sarah. I mean…you seem pretty intense about your job. Which isn’t a bad thing!” he rushed, holding up a hand. “Your job is way, way more important than mine. And I’m sure much more fulfilling. And hey, congratulations on the case, gumshoooe,” he drawled in an old-fashioned New York accent.
   I glared a little. “Don’t call me that.”
   “You liiike it.”
   I almost denied it, but then I shrugged. “A little maybe. But only if you say it.”
   Chuck looked pretty pleased at that. “Did you get to tackle the guy? Or girl. It could’ve been a girl.”
   “It was a guy. And no, I didn’t tackle him.”
   “Bummer.” He smirked. “Did you put a slug in him?” I frowned. “Well, like…his leg or something! So that he couldn’t run.”
   “Chuck, really…”
   “Sorry. I know, I know. I don’t mean to trivialize it. It’s serious business.” I giggled softly, shaking my head. “I just think you’re super cool, that’s all.”
   I peered up at him, pursing my lips thoughtfully. He looked so comfortable, leaning with his palms on the counter, his shoulders loose and his smile lazy and content. I loved him in a skinny tie, I had to admit. It was really sexy. And I thought it’d be even sexier if I had it wrapped up in my fist while he fucked me.
   Where had that come from?
   I felt heat rise from the collar of the button-up I was wearing.
   “Well, thanks,” I said. “I appreciate that. Say, how much longer for the phone?”
   Chuck looked down and tilted the phone’s screen towards him. “About 15 minutes. Sorry. It’s not just an update, it’s gotta do a reset thing. I am making it do that. To fix the keyboard problem.”
   “Ah.” I gnawed on the inside of my lower lip. “What should I do for 15 minutes, then?”
   He made a soft popping noise with his lips. “You could shop.”
   “I don’t really want your coworkers to see me. You know, that whole commission thing.”
   “Ah. True true. And with us…being the way we are…I mean, our thing isn’t like…a regular thing, so…”
   “Exactly.”
   “Did you clap ‘em in irons?” I blinked at him in confusion. “The bad dude. The perp. Did you put him in handcuffs and shove him into the back of a cop car?”   “Yeees.”
   “That’s so cool. Wait, wait…do you have your handcuffs and badge still? Like right now?”
   “My handcuffs are in the car,” I said. “But yeah. I have my badge.”
   “Can I see it?”
   I gave him a look but complied, going into the back pocket of my slacks and producing my badge, showing it to him quickly so that nobody else saw. It might not look great if a cop was flashing her badge at the Buy More’s head tech associate or whatever Chuck was called here. His eyes widened and a slow smile grew on his face as I shoved it back into my pocket.
   “What?” I asked, giving him another look.
   “That is so sexy. You just solved a huge case and you’re all kicking ass and taking names and catching bad guys and it’s just so damn sexy. That badge is super sexy, too. You look like you’re gonna cap someone in your photo. But in a hot way.”
   I quirked an eyebrow. “I look like I’m gonna cap someone but in a hot way. You have the weirdest kinks,” I finished in a whisper.
   “Can I see the badge again?” he whispered back, wrinkling his nose.
   “Does my badge turn you on, Chuck Bartowski?” I asked, flashing it real quick at him again.
   I was teasing, but then he immediately answered in a breathy voice. “Absolutely it does.”
   Oh.
   Suddenly, I really wanted my fist wrapped up in that skinny tie and this tall nerd’s junk buried in my pussy. But God damn it, he was on duty. And technically, even though I was a detective and made my own schedule, I was on duty. And there was no possible way I would be able to leap over this desk and demand that he take me in the middle of the store.
   Damn it.
   The parking lot had also been full when I came in.
   “Chuck?”
   “Hm?” He shifted his weight, licking his lips.
   “When do you get off?” I choked a little on that, and shook my head as his eyes popped. “I mean, when is your shift over?” I really hadn’t meant to do that.
   That slow smile was so delicious. I felt warmth spread between my thighs, my sex tingling. And then his smile dimmed. “Crap. Not for 3 and a half hours. And I already took my lunch. Shit.”
   I nearly cursed. Could I wait that long? Did I even want to wait that long? I had adrenaline coursing through me, and I couldn’t stop imagining fucking him while he wore that damn tie.
   “Wait, wait.” He swallowed hard, then looked around, and suddenly his handsome features were filled with something secret. And damn him, but it was a secret I really wanted to know. Badly. “Your phone might need something I have in my office.” He shrugged jauntily.
   “You have your own office?”
   “I might.”
   “My phone definitely needs something in your office.”
   “Good. Let’s go get it.”
   I followed after him, utilizing my undercover skills that I’d learned on the job to look totally normal and not like I was bursting at the seams. I was so turned on. By him. By this entire idea.
   He led me to the back of the store where we stopped at a door that said “Charles Bartowski” on it, and “Tech Specialist” written underneath. Charles. I might make use of that one later.
   Once the door had shut behind us, he reached around and turned the lock. The sound of the lock sent a thrill through me, and I immediately set my hands to his belt.
   Chuck kissed me as we stepped into the center of the room, and his fingers were already working to undo my pants as I undid his. I grabbed him over his boxers and he groaned, grinning into the kiss before pulling away and diving in to nibble on my neck.
   “Wait, wait,” I panted. “Wait. Don’t do anything that’ll give me a hickey. I still gotta go to the precinct after this.”
   He pulled back and held his hands up. “Good point.”
   “Yeah.”
   We both blinked. And our bodies came together roughly, our lips crashing, and I thought my teeth might have knocked into his, but I didn’t care as he guided us to his desk. I felt my ass against the edge of it and grinned against his lips.
   Because I knew we didn’t have all the time in the world like we usually did when we met, I moved things along, grabbing his pants by the thighs and yanking them down to past his knees, reaching up to do the same to his boxers so that his cock quite nearly sprang into my face.
   I wanted to taste it, but I knew that had to wait. I didn’t have the patience and self-control needed to properly blow Chuck right now.
   So I stood up again and grabbed my own pants and underwear, shoving them both down to my ankles. This might be a little awkward, with both of us in our shoes, unable to take our pants off, but I’d take an awkward, hot quickie over no quickie at all.
   But then Chuck’s hands were on my hips, and his fingers slid around to squeeze my ass cheeks. He kissed me hotly, groaning as my fingers found his hardening cock, and I pumped him in my fist to get him even harder.
   Suddenly, I was facing his desk. He’d turned me around so fast I hadn’t even really felt it. It was like I blinked and I was facing the wall instead of him. I saw his arm jut around me as he pushed his desk plaque and other things away, clearing a bit of space. It wasn’t too loud, but the pencil holder did hit the ground with a clatter. With how crowded the Buy More was, though, I thought we were still safe.
   And then I didn’t give a fuck about anything else because his body heat was pressed against my back and he grabbed my shoulder and bent me over the desk.
   The tip of his cock teased my sex, and then I felt his fingers spread my entrance before he eased his thickness inside of me, slowly pushing, deeper and deeper. And then he gave one last rough jerk to the hilt, and I gasped with a whimper, my hands slapping against the far edge of the desk and holding on.
   I bent at my knees a little to give him a better angle, and then I just held on for dear life as he fucked me. He went for slow and deep at first, and I felt his shirt tickle my lower back and ass with each thrust. It was oddly enjoyable combined with him filling me up.
   “Ungg! Oh yeah, Chuck,” I gasped, dropping my head, my features pinched with absolute pleasure.
   He held me by my shoulder in one hand and my hip in the other, pulling me into each hard stroke. And then he started going even faster, his balls slapping against my wetness softly. That was such a perfect sound and I let out a strangled moan.
   Chuck gave me his dick with one incredibly rough thrust, and he’d used so much power that his chest crashed into my back as he bent over me. “You feel so good,” he murmured into my ear. “You’re so amazing. Ahhh nnng. Shit!” he panted.
   I grinned, sucking in a deep breath. I could feel my hard nipples rub against my bra and my eyes rolled back into my head. This was exactly what I needed.
   He let go of my shoulder then and his hand was at my chest. Suddenly he was popping the buttons of my shirt, one by one, his fingers struggling a little at first since he couldn’t see and he was only doing it one handed. Adorable Chuck…with his inability to multitask. I heard him growl in frustration once he only had three of the last bottom buttons left, because he couldn’t seem to get the one.
   I almost moved to help him, but then I heard him grunt a soft, “Fuck it,” into my ear and his hand pushed into my open shirt, before tucking underneath my bra and holding my breast.
   “Oh fuck yes,” I gasped, using my grip on the desk to push myself back into his thrusts.
   He groaned quietly and started squeezing my tit in time with his strokes, and he let go of my hip to round my torso with his arm and hold my closer.
   “Nng! Nng! Ung!” He buried his face in my neck and fucked me hard as I opened my mouth and clenched my eyes shut. God it was just so good. So primal. And I felt that tingle deep in my belly.
   “Ahhh keep going, Chuck,” I panted. “Come on come on…” My breaths came out in whimpers, my voice catching as he pulled me up with him to stand and his cock met my g-spot. “There!” I yelped. “Right there…” I said a little quieter, just in case, trying not to forget where I was. It was really hard though, with what we were currently doing to one another.
   Chuck sped up his thrusts, groaning near my ear, and then he pulled his hand out of my bra and shirt and rounded my torso with that arm so that he held me low around my hips. He hoisted me up a little so that I was barely on my toes, supporting most of my weight with his arms, and he started bouncing me onto him, his dick deep inside of me. I let out a whimpering gasp, then squeaked, “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come, Chuck!”
   And just as I felt his seed spurt inside of me, his breath hot as he rasped my name in ecstasy, my own orgasm swept over me and my entire body tensed. My vagina spasmed around his cock as our juices mixed and I turned my face into his jaw, biting him there and whimpering, trying not to cry out loudly like I would have if we were somewhere less public.
   A few minutes later, Chuck was sitting in his desk chair with a wide, lazy grin on his face and I was perched on his desk, both of us completely dressed, and my hair fixed. Sort of. Chuck had to act as my mirror, since he obviously didn’t have one in his office. But I wasn’t sure if he was just calling me beautiful because we’d just had hot sex, or if he actually meant it looked fine.
   “So…Mr. Fix It…”
   He slid his eyes slowly and sexily up my body and stopped on my face.
   “Is that my nickname now?”
   “Depends on if you fixed my phone.” I watched as he sat forward in the chair and grabbed my phone which had been forgotten for at least ten minutes while we fucked on his desk. “Although, you did fix one thing.” I smirked in satisfaction at that quip and he sent me a bit of a look with a snort.
   “Here. Text me,” he said after tapping a few things on the screen and passing it back.
   I twisted my lips to the side, then pulled up my texts, going into our latest chat and typing a bawdy Thanks for the screw.
His eyes popped a second after his phone dinged from my text. “Oh, you’re welcome!” he chirped, laughing as I smirked.
   “You are Mr. Fix It. Keyboard is perfectly fine now.”
   Chuck merely tilted his head and folded his arms at his chest. “Told yoooou.”
   And I giggled as he used his foot against his desk to twirl his chair in a circle, chuckling like a dork and wrinkling his nose in pleasure at the sound of my laughter. I didn’t want to leave this safe happy bubble to go back to work. But at least work wasn’t a cesspool of stress…for now. There’d be more difficult cases, more sad situations. It was the nature of the job. But for the moment, it was kind of calm and nice.
   And yet…
   I didn’t feel like going.
   But I had to remember that I was currently in Chuck’s place of work. It seemed like he was given quite a bit of freedom here, almost like he was the manager…And I still had yet to even discover whether or not the manager was even here. But that didn’t mean he could hole up in his office with me for an hour, as inviting as his lap looked to me at the moment. Maybe I’d come back some other day, after a good amount of time passed, in case anyone had seen me.
   I didn’t want to raise the suspicion of his coworkers, especially since some of them seemed like weirdos.
   “I should head back to work,” I finally said to fill the comfortable silence. He pouted and it was seriously cute. “Yeah, I’m not too excited about it, either, but dem’s da breaks.” That made him chuckle.
   “Yeah, I should make sure the Buy More employees are behaving out there.”
   I cocked an eyebrow. “Kinda hypocritical, don’t you think? Considering how much you just misbehaved in here.”
   He pulled his lips in between his teeth then made a popping noise with them. “Touché.”
   I giggled and stood up from the desk, straightening myself a little. “How do I look?”
   Chuck’s gorgeous brown eyes softened and he smiled a little. “Beautiful,” he said again.
   Doing my best to ignore the way that sent a flutter through my chest, I tugged on the hem of my shirt a little, tucking a bit of hair behind my ear. “I don’t look like I’ve just been ravaged?”
   “Unfortunately, no.”
   I gave him a teasing glare. “Okay, well…thanks for fixing my phone, Charles.”
   He winced a little at that.
   “What, you don’t like Charles?”
   “I feel like I’ve only ever been called that when I’m in trouble.”
   “Hmmm…I’ll keep that in mind for later.” I winked and I saw the heat pass through him. He looked hungry again and because I was hungry, too, I backed to the door.
   “I know you gotta go, and I really do have to get back to work, too, but…do you have any plans tonight?”
   I stilled, then turned towards the door and put my hand on the lock so that he couldn’t see my face. “Um, not really. Why?”
   “I have a bottle of whisky that I need help finishing.”
   Quirking my eyebrow, I looked over my shoulder at him. “You know, you don’t have to get me drunk for me to wanna have sex with you.”
   He looked a little panicked that I’d jumped to that conclusion, even though I was just teasing him, and he stood up. “No, I…Oh…You’re kidding. Right.” His blush made me smile. He was too endearing sometimes.
   “No, I just…” He cleared his throat. “We could shoot the shit and have some expensive whiskey. I don’t really have anyone to drink whiskey with. Morgan is a tequila man. Ellie likes wine and gin. And Devon drinks a lot of beer, which is totally unfair because he looks like an Adonis in spite of that. Bastard.”
   I laughed. “And I like whiskey?”
   “You told me last week that you drink everything, so I assume whiskey falls under the everything umbrella.” He shrugged. I had told him that last week when he’d offered me wine at his place after we’d screwed on his kitchen counter. And I was a little surprised that he remembered such a small offhand comment. Then again, this was Chuck Bartowski. He had a knack for being thoughtful and attentive.
   I thought about the last time he’d put his lips on my sex and I shivered. Yeah, he was incredibly attentive.
   I might request some more of that tonight. And of course I’d repay him happily.
   “Okay,” I said with a shrug.
   “Yeah?”
   “Sure. What time?”
   “Whenever. I’ll just be around. Playing video games.”
   “Nerd.”
   “Yeeeaahhh,” he drawled with a shrug. And his cheesy grin made it all the more potent.
——
   Whenever turned out to be a little more stressful than it should’ve been. And I knew that it really didn’t matter to him, he was such a laid back guy. But I still ended up fretting over when to show up. Would there be food? Should I eat first? How should I dress? Honestly, did it even matter if I looked nice for him? He wasn’t my boyfriend. He wasn’t a first date I was trying to impress. He was my fuck buddy. All we were going to do was eat maybe, drink, and fuck.
   Did it really matter how I looked? No, not really.
   And yet I still put on the dark leather pants and white flowy top, shrugging a black blazer over it and slipping on my tall black pumps. And I crimped my hair so that it flowed down my back and over my shoulders in flirty waves. And I put on some light makeup that I knew would make my eyes stand out.
   Of course, underneath all of that was where the real surprise lay. Once my clothes came off tonight, Chuck would be feasting his eyes on some legitimately expensive lingerie. And maybe I should have thrown it all out since it was from my life in D.C. when I’d had a boyfriend who hadn’t deserved it. But I hadn’t used it since then and now I had a reason to. And a person who did deserve it.
   And he wasn’t even my boyfriend.
   I bit my lip, trying not to dwell too much on the fact that this guy who I’d been screwing and nothing else for the past two months treated me better than all of my past boyfriends put together. Either there was something very wrong with all of them, or there was something very right with Chuck.
   Both, I thought to myself.
   That only strengthened my resolve to keep this as fuck buddying and nothing more. It was perfect like this. And when there were no strings attached, there was nothing to be severed, nothing to cut away. It would hurt a lot less when it ended.
   Or maybe I was just a fool.
   Deciding to throw that entire line of thought out the window as I pulled into the parking spot, I turned off my BMW and slid out of the seat, grabbing my bag in which I’d thrown more comfortable clothes—just in case Chuck was in sweats or something—and hurried up to his place.
   But I needn’t have worried, because when he opened the door, he was in jeans and a button up. He looked super laid back, however. And rumpled. Like he’d been sitting on his couch playing video games for hours.
   And as he let me in, it looked like he had been playing for hours. There was a guy in fatigues holding an assault rifle on the TV screen, with a table of stats over his face. The game controller was stretched over the coffee table and sitting on the couch cushion. And there was a massive clear plastic cup with Star Wars written on it, filled with some sort of soda. Or maybe it was beer. I couldn’t tell.
   But then I smelled something. Food. Delicious food. And I turned towards the kitchen, my brow furrowed.
   Chuck must have seen the look on my face because he cleared his throat. “I’m making food. Have you eaten? I know that we’re not—Well, I just thought it’s bad news to have a bunch of alcohol with no food to soak it up, you know? I mean, I didn’t know when you’d get here, so it’s not really done yet. I have snacks, though, if you’re hungry. Mostly um…cheese puffs.” I made a face. “I know, they’re gross but…Okay, I admit I have a bit of a cheese puff obsession. I like them. A lot. I’ve got faults, just like everyone.”
   And then I laughed wholeheartedly, even though I was a little iffy about the fact that he’d apparently made dinner. I knew I shouldn’t be. So the man wanted to make food. We had to eat, like he said. Or the night would end a lot sooner than either of us wanted it to.
   “Do you, uh, do you like spaghetti?”
   That was the smell. I hadn’t been able to place it. A mixture of garlic and something spicy, tomatoey. “I love it.”
   “It’s a little spicy. I hope that’s okay. I put peppers in the sauce. Ellie always made it that way. My sister’s the cook in the family, I just…I just copy her. Poorly.”
   “I love spicy.”
   I followed him to the kitchen and leaned over the bar to where the stove was, looking into the pot of sauce as he took the lid off to stir it. I took a long whiff and felt my stomach growl. I watched him work quietly for a few minutes before realizing I was being a bad guest and offering to help. He gladly accepted my offer, letting me prep the garlic bread.
   I liked that he didn’t tell me what to do, as though he trusted I knew what I was doing, and that if I didn’t, I’d simply ask. But I knew my way around excellent garlic bread, and I eventually scrounged around in the spice cabinet he directed me towards to get the perfect ingredients.
   “So…” I said after sliding the tray with the bread off to the side to wait before I put it in. Else we’d have cold and crispy garlic bread rather than warm and chewy. “Already getting a start on the drinking I see,” I said, pointing towards the living room where the cup sat with what I thought was beer.
   He narrowed his eyes in question, then looked over. “Oh! That’s cream soda. A guilty pleasure of mine.”
   I bit my cheek to keep laughing. Always keeping me on my toes, this one. “Ah. I see.”
   “Want one?”
   I opted instead for water.
   It took another fifteen minutes before we sat down at his bar with our plates of steaming hot spaghetti, sausage, and garlic bread. Chuck regaled me with tales of his job. The CEO of a printing business had apparently treated him like dirt when he got there to fix their wireless. And then some other customer’s kid had thrown his Nascar toy at Chuck’s face when he bent down to disconnect their modem.
   He even showed me the little red nick on his jaw from it and I’d had to fight to keep from leaning in and kissing it. That would’ve been too…girlfriendish.
   I knew I was a little more tight-lipped about my work than he was. And it wasn’t that what he did wasn’t important. I would never deem my work superior to his in any way. But I felt like what I did was less dinner conversation and more…serious. So instead I laughed at his stories and ate the deliciously spicy spaghetti.
   The atmosphere between us was so comfortable, and in spite of being unsure about the implications of having my fuck buddy make me dinner, of sharing small talk over food, and spending time with him that didn’t involve sex, I felt a sense of contentment settle over me.
   Maybe it was simply the amazing meal I’d just had. Or the fact that Chuck was getting out two tumblers, which meant it was whiskey time.
   “Is it whiskey time?” I asked, rounding the bar to lean against the counter next to him.
   “Oh, it’s whiskey time. Turn off the phones, disconnect the communication devices. There is to be no drunk dialing tonight.”
   I giggled. “I’ve never done that in my life. I’m too careful.” I raised my chin prissily and grinned with my tongue between my teeth when he blushed. “You have, haven’t you?” He didn’t respond, sweeping past me with the tumblers clutched in his hands. “You haaaave,” I said in sing-songy voice, following after him.
   He opened up the cabinet in the bar in the corner and sighed, giving me a semi-glare. “Maybe I have.”
   I pursed my lips and shrugged one shoulder cutely, watching as he leaned down to grab the bottle of whiskey. My legs were right next to where he leaned down, and I felt heat course through me as his golden hued eyes slid from my heels all the way up my long leather-covered legs, up my torso and to my face.
   And when he stood, I was reminded again that he was the tallest man I’d ever been with. I wanted him wrapped around me right now. Was there a way to skip the whiskey, maybe?
   He was standing so close to me. I could feel his breath against my cheek, his body heat against my chest.
   “I maybe drunk dialed my ex after we broke up. In my defense, though, I was a little…messed up still.”
   I raised my eyebrows. “Messed up? What happened? If you don’t mind me asking.”
   He simply shrugged. “She cheated on me, I found out, and we broke up. One of those sudden break-ups you don’t expect.”
   I gnawed on my cheek a little and looked away. “I know what you mean.”
   Chuck stared at me until I looked back at him. He looked pensive, thoughtful. And in spite of having a bit of a vulnerable moment, I felt safe. “Do you?” he asked quietly.
   There was really nothing I could say to that, so instead I silently kept eye contact. And then he smiled a little and poured us each a drink.
   “Want ice?”
   “Mmm nah. Don’t want my drink watered down any.”
   He hummed a little and made something deep inside of me stir. “My kind of woman.”
   We clinked glasses and threw back our drinks. I winced and licked my lips, letting out a long breath and giggling. “That went down ridiculously smooth. Wow.”
   “Told you it was expensive.”
   I raised an eyebrow. “And you’re using it on me?”
   “I’m sharing it with you. Yes. Who else am I gonna share it with? And I don’t wanna just leave it sitting in there. What’s the point of having the alcohol if you aren’t gonna drink it, right?”
   I smirked. “My kind of man.”
   I thrust my tumbler out for him to pour more into, and when he filled both our tumblers, we both threw them back again. This time I carried my empty glass over to the couch and sat down. “So are you going to go back to your video game or what?” I asked flirtatiously, already feeling a little warmer and looser, though I wouldn’t say I was buzzed or tipsy at all yet.
   Chuck set the bottle and his glass down on the coffee table and quickly went over to the console, turning it off, and then the TV, before hopping gracefully over the table and lowering himself onto the couch beside me with one knee on the cushion. The look in his eyes made that stirring inside of me that much stronger and I let him take my glass and set it beside his before he leaned in and kissed me.
   He was such a hot kisser. The way he cradled my face, or my body, or both, and just went all in. And then his hand slid between our bodies as he cupped my sex. I whimpered breathily and pulled away from the kiss, my fingers framing his face gently.
   When I blinked my eyes open to look into his, he squeezed my sex again over my leather pants and I shuddered.
   “I want to taste you,” he breathed.
   If there was another phrase in the entire English language that could set a woman on fire more than that one, I was terrified of it, frankly. It was like someone had literally held a flame up to my pussy and lit it on fire.
   There was nothing I could say in response. And since I was an action and not words kind of girl, I let go of his face and hurriedly pushed his hand away from my crotch, undoing my pants, sliding the zipper down, and arching my hips so that I could take them off.
   Chuck watched as I toed off my pumps and kicked out of my leather pants, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Before he could push me back to lie down, though, I ducked to the side and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, twisting my body and throwing my weight to the side so that he was the one pinned to the couch and I was sitting on him.
   I crawled off of him, stood next to him, and slowly hooked my fingers into my panties’ waistband. And then I gracefully swept them down my legs, gyrating my hips in a seductive dance as I knelt down, swaying up to my full height again and stepping out of them.
   Chuck just grinned at me, and as his eyes fastened on my sex, his tongue swept over his lips. I could tell he’d done it unconsciously and that more than anything had turned me on. He was hungry for my pussy. It was so gratifying and sexy.
   I was about to swing my leg over him, but then I thought about it, turned around, and swung my other leg over him. He seemed a little surprised, but no less hungry as I straddled his chest facing his feet.
   I braced my hands on his abdomen and scooted back, my sex hovering over his face. And then he reached up and grabbed my hips, forcing me to sit on his face. I immediately felt his mouth on my sex and he burrowed his tongue between my lips.
   “Nnng yeessss,” I breathed.
   Chuck held me by my thighs and bobbed his head up and down, licking me good and fast. My breath hitched and I leaned forward, moving my hands to hold onto his waist. When I finally gathered my wits about me a little more, I began to grind myself onto his mouth, back and forth, trying to dictate the pace. He groaned happily and sucked on me so hard that I gasped.
   I moved my hand to rest on his lower stomach then and I got an idea, sliding the hem of his shirt up to reveal his abs, and I rubbed him with my fingertips before letting my fingernails graze his skin. I felt him shiver under me and his groan into my sex made my body jerk. “Fuck, that’s good,” I murmured. “Oh yes…”
   And then I popped the button of his jeans, slid his zipper down, and blanketed his cock with my hand over his boxers.
   “Nnngggg,” he muttered against my pussy. And his lips pulled away with a delicious smack. “Touch me,” he breathed. And then he reached up and slid his hands under my thighs, using his thumbs to pull my lips apart so that he could suck and lick me with even more vigor.
   “Ahhhh! Oh yeah, Chuck. Oh yeah!” He was going in so hard, and it felt so God damn fantastic.
   I squeezed his cock and his body shuddered under mine. And then I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and boxers both. “Lift,” I commanded, and he arched his ass off of the couch, his bare feet propped against the arm on the other side.
   I pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough for me to have clear access to his cock, and I immediately took it in my hand and dropped my head down so that I could lick up its length.
   “Oh fuck,” Chuck cursed into my sex. Apparently he hadn’t been expecting a blow job. If he insisted on always keeping me on my toes, I insisted on doing the same for him.
   I sucked on the side of his shaft, using my fingers to stroke the rest of it, trying to feel every last thing he did with his mouth while also trying to do a good job with my own.
   And then I moved my head up, held his dick straight, and opened my mouth to slide it down his shaft as far as I could without choking. That was something I would have to perfect, if I could. Deep throating seemed like one of those practice makes perfect sort of things. But I wasn’t opposed to practicing on this man.
   After all, my belly was full thanks to his good cooking, and my pussy was currently also full thanks to his talented tongue.
   I grinned around his cock and then closed my lips around him, bobbing my head up and down and forming a ring around his base with my fingers to pump him fast and hard at the same time.
   He groaned, licking me all the way up my vagina, and taking a deep breath. “Ohhhh my God,” he groaned in a strangled voice. “That feels so good.”
   And then he was back again, eating me out as I gave him a blow job that I hoped rivaled the first one I’d given him.
   I rode his face some more, gyrating my hips, gasping against his length when I felt his teeth brush my clitoris, and then he flicked at it with his tongue a few times and I whimpered.
   We continued that way for awhile, and I experimented on him with my lips, tongue, and sometimes teeth as he buried his face in my crotch and went to town. It was perhaps the most simultaneous, two-sided sex I’d ever had. It brought the word “teamwork” to a whole different level for me.
   And then I reached around to hold his balls in the palm of my hand, and as I bobbed my head up and down, I squeezed him, played with him. I loved the rumble of his soft groan into my slit, and when his lips closed around my clit and tugged playfully, I gave his dick a sudden suck that made his body jerk. He hummed in ecstasy and it went from my sensitive clit all the way to behind my belly button.
   God, this was so fantastic. My mouth was full of him as he plunged his tongue into my entrance and licked as far inside as he could reach. My body tensed in pleasure and I moaned, starting to pump the bottom half of his shaft in my fist.
   “Yes,” he gasped in a strangled voice. “Oh God yeah, Sarah. Oh God!”
   Suddenly he had his fingers pushed between us so that they were pressed against my clit, and he started licking my opening furiously as he rubbed my clit hard.
   I pulled him out of my mouth.
   “Fuck!” I whimpered, pressing my lips to the side of his shaft before licking up it and flicking my tongue over the tip.
   I wanted to get him off, and I wanted to feel my own climax. I could tell by the way my body was reacting, and by the way he felt in my mouth and under my hands, that both of us would take awhile to orgasm if we continued this way. So I gently pulled him from my mouth and lifted my sex up from his face.
   He craned his neck, following me, like his mouth was magnetically attracted to my pussy, but then he let his head fall back down when he saw I was climbing up from him.
   There was still so much I wanted to do, but first…first I needed that bottle of whiskey.

Notes: The ending is a little bit chopped off, but chapter 10 will be here soon. Working on it now. Thanks to everyone for reading. Let me know what you thought of this one. I think the next chapter is going to be really fun for some of you especially. :)
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