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Just A Game	By : MoreCharahPlease Category: 1 through F > Chuck Views: 68646 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Summary: LAPD detective Sarah Walker never judged her best friend Carina for having sex buddies around town to satisfy her needs, but she also never thought she would take up with a sex buddy of her own. Will she be able to stay no strings attached with this new man in her life, the way Carina has advised her to? Will she be able to resist his charms outside of the bedroom?
Notes: This is an Alternate Universe CHUCK story. But it is definitely Sarah/Chuck. F/M. There will be a multiple chapters, a whole lot of sex, and a little bit of plot. Enjoy!

   I thought maybe I was insane as I pushed my way into the dance club. There were a million reasons why I should probably be taken out of here, dragged to some mental hospital somewhere, and locked up in a padded cell. But the one reason that stuck out in the forefront of my mind right now was the fact that I was actually listening to my best friend’s advice.
   It wasn’t anything in particular that had made me open up to Carina a week ago during our regular girl date. Or maybe it was. Maybe I’d had too many shots of tequila. I told her I was unsatisfied. It had nothing to do with my job, really, like she’d guessed at first. Being a detective had its drawbacks sometimes. It was hard work. But somebody had to look out for LA, try to make it a better place. It was fulfilling enough.
   But my job only fulfilled a small part of my existence. The rest of it was…dull. I did the same thing all the time. When I wasn’t spending most of my days at my precinct’s station, I was at home reading or watching television. I cooked some sort of gourmet dinner for one and ate it sitting on my couch, usually with wine or a beer. And then I would sleep. I found myself at the gym a few days a week sometimes. Work, exercise, TV, sleep. Work, exercise, TV, sleep.
   With little dashes of Carina here and there.
   At least I’d always had Carina. And I suspected I always would.
   The madwoman.
   But now I was the madwoman. Because her insane advice had somehow seemed like a good idea to me tonight as I cleaned my one dish and wine glass after dinner.
   I’d been pondering everything that brought me to that moment; me cleaning my dish alone after salmon and fettuccine without any ideas of what to do with my three day weekend.
   My ex-boyfriend Bryce had a lot to do with it. When I left D.C., I left behind what I’d thought had been a good relationship, and some friends. They weren’t great friends. Mostly coworkers. And a pretty good partner. At least Det. Jenkins had been reliable.
   More reliable than my boyfriend had been.
   It had now been almost a year since I’d walked into his apartment to see him drilling a woman he’d picked up at a bar the night before. I could still see her bent forward over the couch, Bryce behind her. He’d been cheating on me throughout most of our relationship, I found out a little later, as I was clearing out my desk at the station.
   A massive life change was necessary after that. It wasn’t just about Bryce. We’d only been dating twenty months and I hadn’t loved him really. Apparently. If I had loved him, maybe I would’ve figured out that he was fucking other women all that time. It was my wake up call. I wasn’t just going through the motions with my romantic relationship, I was doing the same thing at work. My job had been stale for awhile. My life had been stale for awhile.
   So I moved to Los Angeles, where I had a friend who’d been there for me since we were both kids. True, I hadn’t been as close with her once I moved to D.C. after high school, but I was trying to fix that now. She was the most dependable person I’d ever had in my life. More than my parents had ever been. More than any of the boyfriends I’d had.
   And now here I was, with a new job in the LAPD. They’d been kind about the transfer, welcoming me with open arms once Langston Graham, my chief back in D.C. sent them a glowing recommendation and they saw how damn good I was at doing my job.
   I’d been in LA for almost a year now and things were already so much better than they’d been back east. Maybe it was the weather, the beach, having my best friend close by.
   But it hadn’t taken long for me to quickly fall back into my pattern. A pattern that didn’t look like it’d be easy to break. I thought I was maybe unsatisfied…but with what? My job was great. I wasn’t just going through the motions like I’d been back in D.C.
   I was really enjoying working with the LAPD, solving my own cases, getting to know the citizens who lived and worked in my precinct.
   But something just felt like…like I needed more out of life than what I was getting.
   Carina had questioned me the other night about whether or not I missed Bryce. If that was what made me feel so unsatisfied, even after a year of breaking up with him. I knew it wasn’t Bryce. I told her as much. Because I’d never loved him enough to miss him in particular. Though, and this I didn’t quite want to share with her, there were parts about having a boyfriend that I did miss.
   Or maybe just the one part. It gave me a way to let off steam.
   This job did a number on me sometimes. Besides all of the emotional situations, the deaths and the family members left behind, the murderers I had to confront and…God just everything…I also ended some nights with a lot of extra adrenaline, that high of knowing I’d just kicked ass. It had felt so good to grab Bryce in his apartment, throw him onto the bed, and let it all out.
   Even though I hadn’t said that to Carina, she’d somehow figured it out anyways.
   And she’d gotten that smirk on her face as she leaned over her glass of wine and murmured, “I know what you need.”
   “What?” I’d asked, dubious already. I knew that look. I’d seen it a million times since we became friends 14 years earlier.
   “You need to get laid.”
   I had laughed uproariously, until I realized she was serious. And I scoffed at the entire idea. That wasn’t my thing, meeting some man somewhere and having a one night stand. It worked just fine for Carina, maybe, but even then, Carina wasn’t really the one night stand type either. She had fuck buddies. She had men she trusted who she could call at a moment’s notice, show up at his door, and screw…whenever she needed it.
   Even if it wasn’t my thing, I admired her for being so open with her sexuality. I…was not. And I thought maybe I never would be.
   But the more she told me about how invigorating it was to feel someone new between her legs, to know there were no strings attached, the more her anecdotes crept into my mind.
   And for the last week, I’d caught myself thinking about it while sitting at my desk filling out reports. What would it hurt, taking a man to bed for the first time in a year, for the first time since the last time I slept with Bryce.
   Try as I might, I couldn’t even really remember what it had felt like to be with him. What his hands felt like on my body. His lips.
   It was a sign. I needed to move on. And I needed to be with someone else. Even if it was just a one-time thing.
   And now I was here, creeping around the dance floor of the club, trying to make my way to the bar. I felt ridiculous. This was just plain ridiculous.
   What sort of man went to a club alone on a Thursday night? Probably not one I would want to know where I lived. Then again, what was I doing here? The same fucking thing.
   I should just go, I thought to myself. I should get out of here, go home where the music isn’t making my head feel like it’s pulsating, turn on Netflix, wrap myself up in a blanket, and eat the rest of the brownies I made on Sunday.
   But then I reached the bar and I suddenly needed a drink more than anything. Something hard and fast? Or something I could sip to make it look like I was busy so that nobody bothered me? Maybe I would look less lame if I had a drink to keep me company rather than standing all alone in the corner like a loser.
   I ordered a gin and tonic with a squeeze of lime, and I made sure to squeeze as much of the lime into the drink as possible. The smell calmed me down a little. The music was just a little too frenetic for me. And the lights a little too blinding.
   So I crept back around the gyrating mass of dancers and found a nice quiet corner with only a handful of other people.
   Stupid how I was trying to blend in with everyone, trying not to draw attention, trying to avoid human contact…when the whole reason I came in the first place was to try to meet someone. This really was the dumbest plan. Carina had said to have lots of delicious, dirty sex…her exact words, as a matter of fact. She hadn’t said to pick some guy up at a club on a Thursday night.
   “Shit,” I breathed to myself, taking a long drink of my gin and tonic.
   “I didn’t know pretty girls said bad words.”
   I just barely resisted the urge to cringe. That was by far the worst pick-up line I’d ever heard. He didn’t even get any credit for the effort.
   So I ignored him, pretending I simply just didn’t hear, sipping some more of my drink and looking in the other direction.
   “I, uh, I said I didn’t know pretty girls said bad words.”
   And now he’d repeated the awful pick-up line, which meant he’d just sailed right in the negative points region. Gods give me strength, I silently pleaded, looking up at the ceiling above me.
   “Doesn’t everybody?” I finally asked, still not looking at him. I didn’t care what he looked like honestly. I was really big on first impressions, and his was awful.
   “But they dance, don’t they?” he asked, moving around me to step into my line of vision so that I was forced to look at him. He was attractive enough, full head of hair, green eyes. A little bit of a Bryce type, but definitely not as dangerous-looking, and not quite having that magnetic quality Bryce had always had.
   I pressed my lips together in a thin line, not even slightly interested. “Um, not tonight. But thanks.”
   “Aw, come on. Promise not to step on your feet.” He held his hands out at his sides and grinned.
   “Well…that’s really nice, but I’m uh…not into dancing right now. Thanks for the offer.” I took another drink.
   “Look, you didn’t just come to a dance club alone not to have some guy like me ask you for a dance, gorgeous.”
   That made me angry. When a girl said no, she meant no. What the fuck made him think he knew why a girl did anything? And I knew he wasn’t going to leave me alone unless I acted fast. There was a tall guy standing in my peripheral, so I reached out with the hand that wasn’t holding my drink and grabbed him, yanking him over to me so that he crashed into my side.
   “You’re right, I didn’t,” I said, rounding the tall guy’s waist with my arm and snuggling into him. “I’m here with my boyfriend. Right, sweetie?” I still didn’t look at the guy I’d enlisted, hoping he was smart enough to know what he needed to do here.
   I heard him stammer for a second, before he cleared his throat. I felt his hand drape over my shoulder, the weight of his arm against my neck. “Th—Uh, that’s right…d-darling.”
   I could almost feel him wince as I just barely kept from making a face. Darling? Really?
My admirer held up a hand, looking a little miffed and put out, but properly chastised. “Sorry, bro. No harm no foul.” And he backed away, sliding through the crowd and disappearing out of my life, thank God.
   Now that I felt like I was safe from further harassment…at least from that guy…I finally turned to look up at the guy I’d dragged over. He was looking down at me, too. He looked half mesmerized and half confused still. I smiled just a little, and that managed to break whatever trance he’d happened to be in.
   He shook his head, his features pinched in embarrassment, and I thought even in the weird club lighting that there was a blush on his face as he immediately let go of me and stepped back a few inches, holding his hands up. “Uh, um, s-sorry! Sorry.”
   I giggled a little and shook my head. “You’re not the one who should be sorry. I’m sorry for randomly yanking you over here. It was honestly the best I could come up with at a moment’s notice. I, um…” I gestured a little dumbly in the direction the guy had gone.
   “Right, no. I…totally get it. I get it. He was bugging you and you did the whole ‘I’m here with my boyfriend’ thing. That was…that was pretty brilliant.” And then he smiled and I found myself liking the way it was a little lopsided, slow to stretch over his lips. It even wrinkled his nose a little.
   “Well, thanks. For playing along. Even if you did call me darling.” I made a face, furrowing my brow and pressing my lips together.
   He winced, letting out a self-deprecating chuckle. “It just…came out. Word vomit. Sorry! Sorry. Image.”
   I laughed way too easily at the way he was backpedaling, pushing a hand through his dark curly hair. It was short, but still just long enough to look difficult to manage without some intense hair product. He probably just chose to go for a simple natural look. Or he was lazy. Either way, it really worked for him, I decided. “Darling or not, that was pretty quick of you, picking up on what was going on.”
   “I’m, uh…I have my moments.”
   “You know what?” I said after a moment’s hesitation. “I owe you a drink. Can I buy you one?”
   He looked a little taken aback for a good ten seconds, but then he cleared his throat and smoothed his hands down the dark gray button up he wore. The width of his shoulders was actually pretty impressive, considering he’d at first seemed a bit lanky more than anything. Maybe it was just because he was tall.
   “Oh! That’s really not necessary. I didn’t…” I must have given him a flat look or something because he quickly changed his mind with a rushed, “Uh, sure!”
   I decided to ignore the squeak at the end, smiling to myself as we moved as one towards the bar. I could tell he was surprised. Whether it was still because of how I’d grabbed him and used him in my ruse, or because he didn’t expect me to offer to buy him a drink, I couldn’t tell.
   Once the bartender handed me both of our drinks and I added it to my tab, I closed it out and turned to face the tall guy with warm eyes and fantastic shoulders. He had his phone out, the screen casting a bit of a glow on his face in the club’s poor lighting. He noticed I was looking at him and his eyes widened as he lowered the phone.
   “I’m so sorry. That was…really rude. I just…wanna make sure my friend is okay.”
   “Are they?” I asked, raising my voice a little because it seemed like the music had somehow become louder.
   “Are they what?”
   “Okay? Is your friend okay?”
   “Oh! Yeah! I’m sure he’s fine. He is in here…somewhere.” He shrugged and flashed a quick, almost worried gaze around the club, then turned his attention back to me. “Thank you for the whiskey.” He held it up.
   “To Thursday night?” I tried as a toast, raising my glass a little.
   “To, uh…really brilliant ways of getting rid of guys who have really awful pick-up lines,” he added to my cheers.
   I narrowed my eyes and couldn’t help but grin just a tad. “You were listening to all of that?” For some inexplicable reason, I was pleased. “So you noticed me before?”
   “Um…” Was he blushing? “I mean…I’m pretty sure everybody noticed you. You’re pretty noticeable.”
   Now my pleasure wasn’t inexplicable. It was very explicable. And this time, I was the one blushing. Which was weird, because I’d received similar compliments before. Enough times that it barely fazed me at all anymore. And yet, his words made me blush, and it was just…weird.
   “Thanks.”
   “Sure, yeah. You’re welcome.” He almost seemed to be losing some of the tentative bashfulness he’d been operating under at first, like he was warming up to her, or maybe the situation. “I—”
   But then he stopped and pulled his cell back out, letting out a soft huff. “I’m—I’m so sorry. It’s my buddy. He’s uh…” He looked down at the screen again. “He’s fine.” I noticed the bit of eye rolling before he moved to shove his phone back in his pocket.
   “So you didn’t come alone,” I said with a small, friendly smile.
   “Uh, no. No, I didn’t. But I am likely to leave alone.” I frowned in curiosity and he chuckled a little. “I won’t show you the picture because it will give you an unfair first impression of the man I’ve considered my best friend since I was five years old, but it’s safe to say Morgan is not leaving with me tonight.”
   I smirked just slightly and sipped my drink, lowering my eyes to his phone, as he still hadn’t put it away yet. “Ah,” I said once I swallowed, “He’s found himself someone else to leave with tonight?”
   “I’m just going to say yes to that question and leave it at that.”
   The face he made, his eyes wide and his lips pressed together, made me giggle. “So what makes you think you’re leaving alone?”
   “The picture he just sent me was accompanied by an all caps ‘Don’t wait up’, soooo…” He laughed and shook his head.
   That wasn’t exactly what I’d meant by the question. Actually, I was attempting to flirt, and apparently I’d failed. Although I was vaguely sure that any other guy would have picked up on it and taken it as permission. Not this guy. And I had to admit, that intrigued me. And I was suddenly very interested.
   “Oh,” I said, pursing my lips.
   “I mean, I was probably gonna head out soon anyway.”
   “Were you? Do you have a date or something? At…” I brought my watch up and glanced at it. “…11:00?”
   “A date?” He laughed, leaning forward a little, and then he must have realized how that looked and shrunk into himself, clearing his throat. “Um, nope. No. No date. I just, uh…” He took a long drink of his whiskey and winced a little. “This isn’t really my sort of atmosphere.”
   “That makes two of us.”
   “Then do you…You know what? It’s super loud in here,” he said, pointing towards the stage where the DJ was. “Think maybe we can find a corner where I can talk to you without having to yell?”
   I smiled and nodded, leading him around the bar, down a hallway, and into a lounge of sorts where the music was just slightly less deafening. Granted, there was a couple already taking up the couch, making out pretty damn heavily. The guy didn’t take his hand out from the girl’s skirt even when we walked in, and it wasn’t exactly a secret as to what he was doing with his hand up her skirt, especially with the soft mews the woman was making.
   My current companion cleared his throat and turned away, looking pointedly at me and scratching his head nervously. “Wow, okay. Well…”
   His bashfulness was endearing, and it made me wonder if the plan that was beginning to hatch in my mind was perhaps a little unrealistic. With him at least. If being in the same room as a couple rounding second base made him nervous, I was relatively sure this guy wouldn’t be coming home with me later.
   Perhaps he was a lost cause.
   And yet I had no intention of walking away from him.
   “Ignore them,” I said reassuringly, bobbing one shoulder. “You were saying something back there? You were gonna ask me something I think.”
   “Oh. I…Right.” He leaned against the wall next to me, purposefully keeping his back to the gyrating couple on the couch. I let my eyes settle on the man’s forearm, the muscles flexing and unflexing as he pleasured his partner under her skirt. It made my heart race a little, so I looked back up to the guy I had in front of me. “I don’t mean to pry but um…what are you doing here if this sort of place isn’t your scene?”
   “I’m trying new things,” I said with a shrug. “I guess.” He smiled when I wrinkled my nose. “I don’t know. I always just end up doing the same thing every day. Every night. And I guess it started making me feel like I was…” I searched for the right word.
   “Trapped?”
   I blinked. That hadn’t been the word I was looking for. It was better than whatever word had slipped my mind, though. I was trapped. Trapped by my own ennui. “Yeah,” I said.
   The woman on the couch let out a gasp laced with wantonness and I suddenly even felt a little uncomfortable. I squirmed a little, my thighs rubbing together.
   “And was this a good decision? Coming here?”
   “I don’t know. Do you regret coming here?”
   He puffed his cheeks up with air and stuck his hands in his pockets. “Well, it apparently helped get my friend out of his post-break-up womanless depression, so that’s a plus.”
   I giggled quietly and shook my head. “For you, though. Are you glad that you came?”
   He smiled softly and my heart was racing again. “I wasn’t,” he said. “But I kinda am now.” Then he paused. “Except for that.” He threw his thumb over his shoulder and I laughed. His resulting grin showcased very nice, white teeth. His nose wrinkled adorably and there were happy little lines at the corners of his eyes.
   “Do you want to go back out there and dance?”
   His eyes nearly popped out of his head and he went rigid. “D-Dance? Me? Uh…”
   “Yeah! Come on.” I took his hand in mine and felt both hot and cold all at once. He had big hands. Which made sense because he was tall. Really, really tall. And lithe. With long arms. And those shoulders. Mmmm.
   “Well, I…I’m not a big dancer.”
   “Then be a small one.” I furrowed my brow and shook my head at myself. “That was awful. Sorry. We don’t have to dance—”
   He was smiling at me, leaning against the wall, his hand squeezing mine in a reassuring way, when the woman on the couch had what sounded like an orgasm, if the whimpering and begging were any indication.
   “Let’s go dance!” my companion said quickly, turning me around and moving us both back to the hallway and out of what was apparently a sex lounge tonight. I couldn’t stop myself. I had to glance over my shoulder and just take a quick peek. The woman’s cheeks were pink, and she was grinning in satisfaction, arching herself into her partner’s hand. Yes, definitely an orgasm.
   I didn’t know the last time I’d gotten one of those by somebody else’s hand and not my own.
   Lucky bitch.
   Nevertheless, I let him lead me out to the dance floor and took the initiative to press myself up against his front. I decided I’d rather be close to him, touching him, rather than brushing up against these other people in such close quarters. And it was a good thing, too, I discovered, because his body was warm and hard. I was not expecting that. The muscles I was feeling all over his body.
   I also didn’t expect him to put his hands on me quite so quickly, but I wasn’t complaining. I didn’t even know this guy’s name yet, I realized, but then the music overcame us both and we got lost in the dancing.
   I focused on the way his fingers felt clutching my hips over the dark purple party dress I wore. And how I could feel his breath fanning against the hair at my temple. I focused on the muscles of his lower back as I squeezed him closer to me and arched my front into his.
   Maybe I shouldn’t have been dancing with a stranger like this, but it felt really good. And at no point during the three or four songs in a row that we danced to did I feel uncomfortable with him. He let me control everything. He let me dictate the boundaries. He was truly a gentleman, keeping his hands at my waist and sides. Not once did he stray to my thighs or anywhere near my ass or breasts.
   I wasn’t entirely sure whether I would’ve been mad about it or not if he did. Because the longer I spent pressed against him, the more I felt that tingle between my legs. I knew what it was. I was lusting after this guy I’d just met not even an hour earlier. He was nothing like the guys I usually lusted after.
   But not once did it occur to me to compare him to Bryce, and maybe that was some sort of sign that I’d really moved on finally. It didn’t matter either way, because as I slid my hands up his chest and around his neck, I saw his tongue dart out to wet his lips. He had nice lips. They looked so kissable. My toes and fingers tingled.
   I only spent a moment wondering if he would be turned off by a forward woman, but then I felt like the risk would be worth it. So I gently stroked my fingers up his shoulders, neck, over his jaw, and cupped his face, moving onto my tiptoes to press my lips to his. It was a gentle kiss at first, his lips still beneath mine. But then I felt his fingers tighten against my hips, and he responded in kind.
   The second I felt his tongue brush over my lips, there was an explosion in my brain, an awakening of sorts. I suddenly wanted much more than this. Much more than a passionate embrace on the dance floor of a club.
   But I would gladly enjoy this for the time being.
   I opened my mouth to him and let his tongue explore. We both lost the beat of the music and just stood still in the middle of the dance floor, bodies gyrating around us, the lights flashing over our heads. I eased my fingers up into his curls. They were so soft. Unbelievably soft. And I wondered would it would feel like to have them brush against my body.
   His hands twisted in the material at the back of my dress and tugged me even closer, and I gasped into the kiss, meeting him stroke for stroke, as best I could.
   Finally, the need for air made us pull back, but not all that far, our foreheads pressed together, noses brushing. I took in a lungful of stale air and smiled, finally opening my eyes to look up into his. The insane part of my brain wondered if the couch in the lounge was vacant yet. I was nuts for thinking it, but having this guy between my legs was feeling more and more like something I really needed.
   Maybe…and God I was crazy for thinking this…maybe Carina was right. Maybe I just needed to fuck somebody like that couple had been doing. Really fucking.
   That couch would not do. I was game for screwing this guy. Definitely game. But not a quickie in some unsanitary club somewhere. If I was doing this, I was doing it safely. And in private.
   “Wow,” he breathed against my lips. “You are…amazing.” His eyes flashed as our gazes met, his face set in wonder.
   That sealed the deal.
   I went up on my tiptoes, kissing his cheek, then pressing my lips right up against his ear so that he could hear me.
   “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me,” I said, propping my arms on his shoulders and feeling his curls between my fingers some more. “But I’d like to do my part in making sure you don’t leave here alone tonight.”
   I felt his lips brush against my ear, his fingers tightening in my dress. “You mean leaving here…with you?” he asked, sounding breathless.
   “That’s exactly what I mean.”
   And then I pulled back, looking straight into his eyes, smiling without the invitation I had half a mind to put into it. I really didn’t want him to think I was that type of person. Because I could tell he wasn’t. He was just so in awe of all of this. I could see it in his furrowed brow, his gaping lips that I now knew were so soft and delicious.
   He finally nodded, swallowing thickly.
   Something deep inside of me was burning. I lowered my hand and reached behind me to pry his hand away from my dress and hold it tightly. This was a little scary, but I could tell we were both on the same page. He was just as stunned by this development as I was. “Wanna go?” I asked.
   “Yeah. Let’s go.”
   I moved to pull him out of the club, that tingle back in full force, my heart hammering in my chest, but he pulled me back. “I…I took a taxi here,” he said.
   I nodded quickly. “Good. I have my car. Let’s go.”
   He followed after me, our hands tangled together so tightly as we made our way off of the dance floor and up the stairs that led out onto the street. I looked over my shoulder at him as he hurried to walk at my side, a tentative smile on his face.
   God, he was so adorable. In the appropriate moonlight and street lights, I could actually see the color of his eyes. More of a hazel than a deep brown, almost golden even. His shoulders still looked impressive, his arms long, and the hand I refused to let go of was still large and warm.
   I felt crazy. And I didn’t care.
   But then he stopped at the corner. We just had to cross the street and we’d be at my car. I could see the sleek, black BMW that I’d sunk a good chunk of money into when I first transferred to LA. I turned to him, curious. He was looking back at the club and I felt my heart sink a little. He was changing his mind. Damn.
   “I’m sorry, it’s just…I want to make sure Morgan is okay.” He turned back to look at me, his face crumbling in embarrassment and apology. “I don’t wanna just abandon him. Y-You mind if I just check really quick?”
   The fact that he was worried about his friend said a lot about the type of guy he was. Completely unselfish. Stopping himself from doing what he wanted to make sure his friend was okay first. This was exactly the type of guy I wanted to bring home with me. The type of guy I knew I could trust with my body, if I was really going to go through with this. And I…I was. Wow, I really was.
   “Of course I don’t,” I said, smiling.
   The slow smile that grew on his face made me rub my thighs together a little at the feeling it sent straight to my lower half. He looked almost…turned on by my answer.
   “Just…just one second,” he said, holding up his finger. And then he took his phone out of his pocket, dialed what I assumed was his friend Morgan’s number, and spun on his heel, racing towards the club again.
   I nearly laughed at how fast he ran, and then he disappeared inside after saying a few short words to the bouncer and gesturing down towards the corner where she stood. Apparently whatever he’d said was enough for the bouncer because he was inside now.
   I had to take some deep breaths while I waited, trying not to completely obliterate the lust pooling in my center, but trying to make the waiting a little more bearable. At least it would only take ten or so minutes to drive through LA traffic to get to my apartment.
   And then he practically exploded out of the club again, staggering to a stop, and turning towards my corner. His grin lit up the entire night as he saw me still standing where he left me, almost like he half feared I would’ve left without him.
   Not a chance.
   He raced back to my side, halting in front of me, breathing hard, his phone clutched in his hand. “He’s fine.”
   “Good.” I smiled.
   “Great,” he breathed.
   We turned as one and rushed across the street, and I pointed to my car as we came up to it. “This. This is my car.”
   “Oh.” He stopped as I hurried to the driver’s side and unlocked it, opening my door. Before I could swing my body inside to sit behind the wheel, I caught the way he looked at my BMW. His eyes snapped up to mine. “This…this is a really nice car.”
   “Thanks. Are…you okay?”
   “Yes! Sorry!” He got in quickly and I snorted, sitting behind the wheel and starting the car.
   I peeled out of the parking space and drove a little faster than was maybe prudent. My fingers were itching to feel his hair again, but more than that I wanted his weight against me. My name on his lips.
   He didn’t even know my name. I didn’t know his.
   But before I could change that, he spun in his seat. “I don’t—I don’t want you to think this is…” He cleared his throat. “Morgan is bringing his um…woman friend home with him. And it’s just crazy because we—we don’t—we aren’t the type of guys who usually…” He cleared his throat again.
   “No, I…I get it. I’m not like that either. It’s just…” What? What was it? What could I say? My friend told me to have sex and you’re it for the night?? That would sound great. So I decided not to finish it at all.
   “Right.” He emphasized the t at the end of the word with a click. It was cute. “I, uh, I just hope his mom isn’t home.”
   I sent him a wide-eyed look as I went through an intersection.
   “Yeeahh, he lives with his mom. It’s um…economy. And all that.”
   “No, I…get that. I’m not judging.”
   “No, no. Of course not.” He shook his head.
   Most of the next five minutes was spent in silence. It wasn’t the most comfortable silence, but it wasn’t exactly uncomfortable. I enjoyed having him in my car, even though he looked a little cramped. He was so tall. I had half a mind to tell him he could fix the seat, move it back or something to give his legs more room.
   But I didn’t.
   Instead I focused on getting to my apartment.
   And when I did, it took an extra couple of minutes for us to get up to my third floor apartment. Of course the key slipped a little in my fingers. I was nervous and excited. I had adrenaline coursing through my veins. I didn’t know how to handle this. I needed guidance or something. I would even settle for having Carina’s voice in my head right about now. She’d probably say something like “Calm your tits, Walker. Enjoy it.”
   So I took a deep breath and finally let us both in, tossing my keys on the entry table and flicking on the lights. “Um, come on in,” I said, and I heard my nerves in my voice. Damn it.
   “Thank you,” he said behind me, stepping out of the way so that I could shut and lock the door.
   We looked at each other, two feet between us, my purse in my hand, no one else around us. Something inside of me was reaching its boiling point. And I couldn’t stand this anymore.
   We grabbed at one another at the same time, kissing desperately. I heard the thunk of my purse hitting the ground as I felt up his chest for the buttons of his shirt. I made quick work of them, revealing his chest to my hungry gaze. I pushed the shirt over his glorious shoulders and dropped it to the ground.
   His arms wound around my torso. He lifted me and I leapt up, wrapping my legs around his waist as we kissed. I pushed my hands into his hair again, dragging one down his bare back. His skin was so smooth, his muscles pronounced as he held me up. It was intoxicating.
   And then my back was against the door, his hips pressing into mine. I pushed my hands between us and undid his belt buckle, undoing his pants quickly and shoving them down.
   He set me back on my feet then and pushed them to his ankles as I quickly slid my own panties down and stepped out of them.
   Next thing I knew, I was looking down at his hard, erect cock. I thought he’d grab me and slam into me with the voracious pace we were establishing so far, but instead, he pinned me to the door and mauled my jaw with his open mouth, lifting the skirt of my dress up to my belly button and touching me with his fingers. I felt them slide over my vulva, rubbing wonderfully along my slit, up the sensitive, already moist skin and stopping at my clitoris. He pressed against it as I gasped, rubbing circles with two fingers, quick and hard as I grabbed his arms and whimpered.
   I couldn’t help but wonder if he was purposefully mimicking what the guy in the club must’ve been doing to his partner on that couch, like he’d known it had kind of turned me on to be in there watching and listening to them.
   It didn’t matter. This was incredibly hot.
   His fingers moved faster and I arched myself into it, clenching my ass cheeks, gritting my teeth as I felt that heady pressure mount. “Mmmmm,” I hummed, opening my eyes and staring at the things in my apartment that were still shrouded in darkness since I’d only just turned on the entry way light.
   I thanked God for having a job that meant not needing a roommate. Because this would be hard to explain.
   And then I convulsed, grasping at him, feeling my walls pulse with climax as he slid his fingers up and down my sex to make it last a little longer. “Oh my God,” I gasped. “Oh yes.”
   It wouldn’t be true if I said I hadn’t done the same thing to myself before. I had. More than a few times when I’d felt the need to. But God, feeling someone else do it, feeling someone else’s fingers against me…I couldn’t remember if anyone had ever done that for me before.
   Then he was in front of me, his pants and boxers still down at his ankles. I was so wet now that when he hoisted me up into his arms, my legs inherently wrapping around his waist as he pinned me against the door, his cock easily slid into my entrance. He pushed into me slowly, carefully, cupping my jaw with his hand and watching my face, as though he was looking for any hint of discomfort or pain. And while it had been over a year since I’d had sex, there was no pain, no discomfort. There was only him. And the way he filled me up so perfectly, finally sheathed inside of me as far as he could go. He held my thigh so tightly, turning his face to kiss me so softly. And in spite of the feeling of him inside of me, in spite of how fantastic it felt, the thing that actually made me whimper was the way his thumb stroked against my jawline.
   I arched my hips into him, pulling away from the kiss with a gasp. He whimpered against my lips, dragging his hand down the front of my dress and pulling it up, out of the way, grabbing my hips in both hands and beginning his slow, deep thrusts into my wet folds.
   I wanted to hear him say my name, even though I knew he couldn’t. I hadn’t told it to him yet. And I refused to break the glorious rhythm he was establishing with his powerful strokes into me. Names weren’t important right now. I just wanted to feel more of him, every last inch of him. “Yes,” I gasped, smacking a hand onto his shoulder, the other squeezing his strong bicep as he held me up and fucked me.
   It got better with every thrust, he was just so strong and tender. So passionate. As magnificent as this all felt, I forced myself to keep my eyes on his face. His forehead dropped to mine and his eyes squeezed shut so tightly, his face set in determination and lust. I’d never been this hot for anyone ever in my life. Like a fire was starting deep in my stomach and was licking its way to other parts of my body, so deliciously and slowly.
   I slid a little further down the wall, feeling his cock hit my g-spot with his next hard thrust. I couldn’t control myself, and my hand slapped against his ass, grabbing on tightly, my other hand forming a fist and crashing into the door he had me pinned against. “Oh!” I looked up at the ceiling, panting for breath. “Right there. God yes, right there!”
   He did it over and over again, and I let out these high-pitched little whimpers as his thrusts became a little faster and harder. My other hand found its way to his hair then, fingers tangling in the curls at the back of his head. They were so soft, so easy to grab onto.
   He turned his face and caught my lips in a passionate kiss and I squeezed his ass, tugging him against me. He growled into the kiss and set the fire to roaring.
   This was amazing. So amazing there really weren’t words to describe it.
   And then he pulled out of the kiss, pressing his forehead against mine and sliding his hands under my body to grab my ass. I gasped at the sensation as he readjusted me against the wall, yanking me up a little higher. And then he braced his feet against my wood floors and started thrusting a lot harder, going so deep I had to throw my head back and moan louder than was maybe necessary. It just felt so damn good.
   I didn’t care if my neighbors heard me. For the first time since I moved into this place, I didn’t give a shit about what any of them thought about me, or whether or not I was disturbing them. Let them hear for all I cared.
   I wanted it harder, faster, but I wasn’t yet comfortable making demands of this man I didn’t know. He was a stranger. As gutsy as I had to be as a detective with the LAPD, I wasn’t presumptuous enough to tell this guy how I wanted to be fucked. It wasn’t like he wasn’t already doing a fantastic job of it as it was.
   And just to prove my point, I felt his teeth teasingly bite down on my jaw as he jerked himself into me with a hard, quick thrust.
   I gasped, grinning in awe as he let go of my hip with his right hand and slammed it against the door beside my shoulder, pumping into me even faster and groaning into my ear.
   “Oh, yes!” I whimpered, wondering how he’d known this was exactly what I wanted. Was he a sexual mindreader? Oh God, I’d struck gold. He hit my inner wall hard with his cock again. “Yes! Nnngg!”
   My climax crashed over me with little warning, when he pulled my hips against his and his cock met my g-spot hard. Stars danced over my vision, my voice catching in my throat as I felt my vagina’s walls constrict a few times around his cock.
   “Hnnnnnngg!” I let out in a strangled whine, grabbing whatever part of him I could reach and just pulling him as close as possible. Until finally, I let out a long breath of air and sagged against him, draping my body around his, dropping my cheek to his shoulder and nuzzling his neck with my nose. “Oh my God,” I whispered, and he simply held me tighter, holding me up so easily that I felt safe in his arms.
   He was strong, I realized. Very strong. Much stronger than he looked. And less lanky when he was naked, when his muscles were on full display.
   We stayed that way for a bit, his cock still hard and buried inside of me.
   Until he finally shifted in my arms and slid his hands down to cup my ass, gently lifting me off of his penis and easing me back to my own two feet. I leaned back against the door and dropped my arms to my sides, looking up at the ceiling and blinking, trying to catch my breath.
   Both of his arms were raised so that his palms pressed against the door on either side of my head, his face tucked into the crook of my neck, breathing hard, his shoulders flexing with each breath. I didn’t realize I’d had a thing for shoulders, backs, and arms. But I supposed there was always a first for everything.
   A heated quickie against the door was probably exactly what Carina had meant when she told me I needed “delicious, dirty sex”. Even then, this hadn’t been dirty. Sure, I’d never had a guy lift me into his arms, press me against a door, and fuck me before.
   Bryce had never been the kink type, really. I’d tried to hint at different things, but it usually ended up the same way. Missionary. With maybe a few twists here and there. Nothing special.
   Nothing like this. And oh God, I was still wearing my heels. I’d never done this before. Ever. And the fact that I even had the gall to do it in the first place was making that tingle come back that I’d felt while we were on the dance floor at the club.
   I slowly reached up to tug my dress back down to cover up my wetness, not bothering to ignore the pulsing between my legs. And I bent down in front of him, his cock near my face. As appetizing as it looked, I needed him to stay hard for awhile longer, so I did my best to focus on untying his sneakers for him so that he could kick them off, along with his socks, pants, and boxers.
   I wanted more of this man, I decided as I let my gaze slide up his lithe, naked body. I stood up and took him in as I stepped out of my heels and shoved them to the side with my foot.
   He wasn’t Bryce. He wasn’t any of the men I’d slept with before.
   Here was a man who didn’t know me. A man I didn’t know, either. He had proven himself to be open to exploration. And I thought that maybe, just maybe, he was exactly what I needed. A hot, strong body. A hard, willing cock. Carina was right. I’d needed a man. Not to fill any sort of emotional hole in me. But to fill another hole. It was a filthy thought, I knew. But what the fuck did I care if nobody else could hear it?
   I wanted to use this body in front of me as much as I possibly could tonight. In ways that I’d never been able to with anyone else. Things I’d never been allowed to do to Bryce or anyone else because it wasn’t what he preferred.
   Well, fuck that.
   This man would just have to deal with what I preferred tonight. Because I needed it and wanted it.
   It would probably be a little dehumanizing for this sweet, self-deprecating man if he knew what was going through my mind as I smiled and looked up at him through my eyelashes, reaching down to curl my hand around his and step around him, leading him through the dimly lit living room, past the kitchen, and into the hallway. As I led him past my bathroom, guest room, hallway closet, and finally to my bedroom at the end of the hall, I was careful not to bump anything in the dark.
   I’d left my shutters pulled over the sliding glass doors that led out onto my own private balcony, but they weren’t closed, letting the light of the full moon filter in and stretch across my furniture. The bed, in particular.
   I left the lamp off, since the moon was light enough. And anyways, the thought of fucking in the natural moonlight with a virtual stranger turned me on. The pulsating where my thighs met increased.
   He stayed at the foot of the bed as I pulled my sheets down, and then I turned to him and met his gaze, moving my hair around in front of my shoulder and out of the way so that I could slide my dress’s zipper down and peel the garment off of my body.
   He simply watched quietly, his beautiful eyes drifting over my body. He shook his head a little as I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the wood floor of my bedroom. “God, you’re so stunning.”
   I’d just been ravaged against a door by this man, and yet, hearing him say that, the way his brow furrowed in passion—almost like he couldn’t believe I even existed—made me blush. I felt ridiculous. And then I lowered my gaze to his cock, still erect, ready for more.
   I reached out for him and he stepped close, touching me, his hands so warm and tender as he stroked the skin of my sides, my back and shoulders, arms, thighs, my ass. And then he lowered his face to my breast, closing his lips over my nipple and blanketing it with his tongue. “Ohhhh,” I let out in a long breath, my eyes rolling back into my head.
   I’d been so determined to take control this time. Later. I would do it later. After he finished doing this some more.
   He pulled me against him, switching to the other breast, cupping the one he just left in his hand and flicking the nipple with his thumb.
   I was so hot for him, my lower half aching with need after he spent a long enough time bestowing my tits with his attentions.
   I decided to take that control back, putting both hands on his shoulders and pushing him back far enough that he couldn’t continue sucking on my nipple.
   He blinked in slight confusion and I melted. He was just so adorable.   And so hot, I was reminded as I saw the flash of desire in him, in the way he clenched his jaw when I turned us around so that the backs of his legs were pressed against my mattress. I smirked and gave him a push so that he fell back onto the bed, his legs hanging off the side. His eyes widened a little as he looked up at me, but he also looked appreciative, excited, a little crooked grin on his lips.
   The way he looked lying there, so ready for me, like he wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but he was willing to follow my lead…I wanted him so much it hurt. So I decided to make the hurting stop. And instead feel something so much better.
   His cock was sticking up, and he was just there…waiting for me.
   I’d never seen anything hotter in my entire life.
   I didn’t tease or spend time with foreplay. Because I’d made a vow to take what I wanted for once. And right now, I wanted to feel this man inside of me again.
   So I lifted my leg up and pressed my knee into the mattress beside his hip, following with the other knee so that I was straddling him on the bed. I looked down at him, letting him look at me, watching as he slid his gaze all over my body, his face set in awe. And then I leaned forward, bracing my palms on the bed on either side of his shoulders, lowering my face down so that I could kiss him.
   I kissed him hard, teasing his lip with my teeth, pushing my tongue into his mouth. And he met me stroke for stroke, growling wantonly. That fire in the pit of my stomach roared to life again so I reached down between our bodies, dragging my hand blindly down his front, feeling the grooves of his abs, the slope of his hip bone, and finally I felt my fingers brush against his hardness.
   I held onto it, fisting him as his hips jolted and he whimpered in surprise into the kiss. And then I eased myself down, so slowly, pressing the head of his penis against my slit and stroking myself with it a few times.
   He hummed and I felt his chest press against mine. The hair on his chest rubbed me in all the right places and I hummed back. And then I finally, guided him inside of me, lowering myself until I was sitting fully in his lap.
   I sat up straight, laying my hands on his chest, my fingernails grazing over his pecks, teasing his nipples. His gaze was glued to where our bodies joined as he swallowed thickly, his arms down at his sides, hands pressing against the bed.
   And then I started gyrating on top of him, slowly, in small circles, feeling his dick swirl inside of me, stroking every part of my inner walls.
   “Ohhh, yeah,” he let out in a grumble, his head falling back to the bed.
   I continued my tiny movements, keeping him fully buried in my vagina, watching his face as he opened his mouth in ecstasy. Apparently I wasn’t the only one enjoying this.
   Good.
   After a few minutes, my need for him had mounted to a degree I wasn’t entirely sure I could handle resisting any longer. It wasn’t often a man allowed me to sate my lust by riding on top of him, and I was taking advantage of this opportunity.
   I moved my hands to grab onto his shoulders for better leverage and started riding him harder, my hips sweeping back and forth on his lap. “Oh! Oh! God yes!” I let out, the lust in his face doing almost as much to turn me on as his cock was doing buried deep inside of me.   I switched it up, lifting my ass so that my lips slid up his cock, almost releasing him completely, and then I slammed myself back into his lap, our bodies meeting with a soft slap. I did it again. And again. And then it became faster and faster, until I sat straight up on top of him and began bouncing.
   “Unn! Unn! Unn! Unn! Shit!” I cursed, my voice catching each time his cock slammed into me. The slapping sound was driving me mad. It was all so good.
   “Ohhh God!” he groaned, his hands twisted in the sheets at his hips. And then he reached up and grabbed me by my waist, stopping me from bouncing. He guided me back and forth again, apparently liking the feeling of being fully buried inside of my wet, hot sex.
   “You like that?” I gasped, surprised at myself as I grit my teeth and thrusted against him with more force than before.
   “Ohhh yeeaah,” growled, throwing his head back again, his fingers clutching my hips tightly.
   I didn’t care that he might leave bruises there later. I just rode him even harder. With each stroke forward, I clenched my ass, wanting to feel that buzz between my legs even more acutely.
   “Hnnng oh yes. Oh God, yeah. You feel so good,” I whimpered. “Oh you feel so damn good!”
   He let out a breathless chuckle, swallowing and looking down at where we were joined again. He licked his lips and groaned.
   I stopped then because I needed more. “Move up the bed,” I panted, climbing off of him.
   He was almost frantic to comply and it made me that much hotter for him, and I grinned a little wildly watching him scoot up to lie properly on my bed, stacking two of my pillows under his head. He looked so eager and excited, and it made me feel the need to rush as well.
   It almost made me giggle to see him lick his lips as I crawled up his body and straddled him again. He took my hip in one hand, his own dick in the other, making it easy for me to lower myself onto his shaft again. I pressed myself as far into his lap as possible, whining at how good he felt stretching me, and then I moved my legs to splay out beside his, lying directly on top of him so that my breasts were smashed into his chest.
   I reached up to grab the iron bars of the bed in both fists, then used the strength in my arms to repeatedly grind my crotch against his.
   “Ah!” he breathed. And that’s when I felt his large hand on my ass. He squeezed, using his grip to yank me against him. “That’s it,” he panted. “Oh, that’s it, baby.”
   He’d just called me baby. And I swear to God, that had always seemed like something I’d dislike…a possessive term or something. But hearing him pant it as I fucked him, in that lustful voice of his…
   I fixed my grip on the head rest and fucked him so much harder. “Mm! Mm! Mm!” I was grunting at the effort, my body grinding over his fast and hard. “Fuck yes!” I panted, clenching my ass, holding each thrust as long as I could before my muscles protested and I swung myself down and back up again, holding it, my ass muscles clenched hard.
   He grabbed my ass in both hands then, before I felt one of his fingers wander between my cheeks and gently probe at my asshole. “Ahhh!” I let out in a strangled moan. “Yeah! Keep doing that! Keep going!”
   I continued my strong swinging thrusts, my body on fire as he played with my asshole, his other hand pulling my cheeks apart.
   I could feel my climax approaching. It was there…like I could reach out and grab it. “I’m almost there,” I gasped.
   God, it was too much.
   My breasts grinding against his chest, his penis throbbing inside of me. His fingers doing things to me no man had ever dared to do with his fingers before.
   “I’m almost there,” I whimpered, my voice strangled. “Oh come on. Come on, come on, come on,” I chanted under my breath.
   He bent his legs a little then and braced his feet against the mattress, bouncing himself up into my folds. The wet smacking sounds our bodies made as he surged in and out of me, feeling him fingering my asshole, the soft growling in my ear. It was all so wild.
   And I felt myself on the edge. “Almost!” I whined. “Almost! Hnnnng hnnnng oh Goddd holy huuhhhnnnggg!” It crashed over me like a wave of pleasure, my vagina squeezing repeatedly, my body shivering and clenched everywhere. I opened my mouth against his cheek and let out a few gasping, blissful whimpers, my chest heaving. “Oh fuuuck,” I breathed.
   He was still hard inside of me, but I knew he had to be close.
   But before I could do anything else, he turned us over so that I was pinned to the mattress. He ground his lips into my temple. “Can I?” he asked, his voice tight with need.
   “God yes,” I moaned, nodding eagerly.
   He grabbed my legs and bent them beside his body so that my heels pressed against the mattress and he thrusted into me hard and deep, each stroke lifting my ass from the bed. I had to press my hands against the bars to keep from getting pushed up the bed his thrusts were so powerful.
   I could tell by the look on his face that he was close, that he was doing all he could to finally reach his climax, so I reached up and threaded my fingers in his hair and gave a little tug. He slammed his hips against mine and I felt his cock pulse inside of me before there was a flood of hot liquid spilling into me. I gasped as he shuddered on top of me, a whimper on his lips. I dropped my other hand to his ass and squeezed, arching my hips against his. I wanted to feel every last drop of him as he continued his thrusts, emptying himself into me.
   Until finally he went limp, his weight heavy on my chest, but I found myself loving the feeling. Our bodies fit together so perfectly, and I rounded his lithe figure with my arms and legs, hugging him even closer.
   I felt his lips grace my shoulder as he nuzzled me, before he groaned so softly.
   It took us both awhile to pull ourselves together, and when we did, he gingerly pulled out of me and rolled over onto his back. I heard him take a long, deep breath. But all I could do was stare at the ceiling. I finally put both hands on my head, pushing my hair back from my face, and I giggled. It was a deep giggle, short and filled with so much.
   It was just that this was more than I’d even hoped for. I was waiting to wake up from this dream.
   It wasn’t a dream, though. It was real.
   The man lying next to me, his handsome profile, the beautiful tan skin…it was all very real. I bit my lip and waited for him to finally look at me. And when he did, I saw my own feelings reflected in his face.
   That was…something else.
   I didn’t like the space between us. I wanted to know what it was to be held by him in a more quiet moment, without the explosion of lust between us. So I slowly rolled my body onto him, nuzzling my face against his neck and reveling in how good it felt to have his large, warm hands stroke over the skin of my back.
   My eyelids were beginning to grow heavy as I was lulled into the ultimate peaceful state by his gentle stroking and the soft moonlight coming into my bedroom, his heartbeat soft and comforting against my ear.
   And then I felt his intake of breath, like he was going to say something. But he was silent. So I opened my eyes and nuzzled him a little. “What is it?”
   There was a long pause and I thought maybe he wasn’t going to answer at all, when his quiet voice interrupted the silence.
   “Who are you?”
   I felt myself tense for a moment, because I really hadn’t been expecting such a deep question. And then I melted back into him and smiled a little. “Are you looking for the long answer? Like where I went to kindergarten, my first crush, my deepest and darkest secrets?”
   His lips pressed against my forehead and I felt him smile. “I’d settle for a name.”
   So I propped myself up over him and looked down into his face, slowly stroking my hand up his chest, over his shoulder, and stopping at his jaw, letting my fingers feel those curls again at the back of his head. “Sarah.”
   His smile was slow, reflecting in every facet of his features. “Sarah,” he repeated. “S’almost as beautiful as you are.”
   I giggled through my nose. “Thanks.”
   He just stared, his hands still rubbing my back and sides oh so slowly.
   “You gonna give me a name, Curly Top?”
   That made him laugh, his chest bouncing underneath mine. “Call me anything you like…besides Curly Top. No animal crackers in my soup, okay?”
   I cracked up and dropped down to bury my face in the pillow his head rested on. When I sobered up a little, I moved to hover over him again and shook my head, grinning wildly. “I’m serious. What’s your name?”
   “It’s Chuck. Bartowski.” And then his smile dimmed and he looked a little worried. “Did I ruin the mood by throwing my last name in there? Is that…am I playing right?”
   I laughed again, deciding that I had never in my life met anyone so fantastically adorable. He was unreal. “I don’t know,” I chuckled. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t know if this—Is this a game?”
   “I’m not sure what it is.”
   “Well, let’s not talk about that part yet,” I rushed, shaking my head. “Chuck Bartowski.” I pretended to let that name roll around in my head a little, pursing my lips and narrowing my eyes. And then I nodded once. “Yep, mood’s still good.”
   “Is it?”
   “Mhm. Think I’ll ruin it by telling you my last name?”
   “Try me.”
   “Walker.”
   “Sarah Walker.” He mimicked me, doing a poor job of it, so much so that I giggled with a little snort and smacked his shoulder gently. “Mood’s definitely still good.”
   “Oh. Good.”
   And I squealed loudly as he flipped me over onto my back and pinned me to the mattress. I laughed as he explored my body with his mouth, my laughter turning into a moan, and I knew as his hand blanketed my crotch, his fingers sliding over my entrance, that this was only the beginning of the night for us.

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