Beautiful Mistakes

Well, she was kind of stuck. She had not

carefully thought out her actions, she just… acted, and now she had to pay for it.

"What's that pensive look for?" Matt asked, startling her out of her thoughts.

"Oh, I—Nothing. I was just thinking."

"What were you thinking about?"

"Probably not something you'd care to know," she answered honestly. "Definitely not something you're dying to talk about."

"Oh man," he said. "Go ahead, let’s get it over with."

Julie shook her head, reaching up and brushing his hair behind his ear. "Now's not the time," she said.

He smiled, capturing her hand. "Then what is it time for?" he asked.

Julie smiled, tugging him close. "You know the answer to that, Mr. Turner."

Matt pulled her up close to him, kissing her for a moment. "Come to the red room," he said, his hands already unbuttoning her jeans.

"Hm?" she murmured, eyes closed, already getting caught up in his kisses, the feel of his hand moving between her legs.

"The guest room," he said, lightly tugging her back down the hall.

She was unbuttoning his slacks, kissing him feverishly as his finger delved into the wetness between her legs. "Matt," she gasped.

"The guest room," he repeated more urgently.

"Right, the guest room," she said.

"It's bigger than the couch," he reasoned.

"Any flat surface will suffice," she stated, peeling his shirt off him and backing him into his own guest room.

"That's what I like to hear," he said, pulling her inside and closing the door behind him.

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They spent as much of the weekend as they could in their little love nest, completely apart from the rest of the world. They made love seven times in three days, then squeezed in one more time in his office chair, only to be interrupted when Julie was close to climaxing by the ringing phone on his desk.

Matt paused mid-thrust. "Shit."

"No," Julie pleaded, gripping his shoulders and arching toward him.

"Fuck," he said, when he read the caller ID. "It's her," he said.

"Of course it is," Julie said, hiding her face in his shoulder and murmuring for him to answer it.

Still joined with her, he tried to steady his breathing and answer in a casual voice, "Hello."

Julie could only sit straddled atop him, still panting slightly, aching with her need for release.

Matt tried to make it quick, only muttering brief answers into the phone, and hanging up within a minute. "She'll be home soon," he stated when he hung up.

"Too soon for us to finish this?" she asked.

"No, not that soon," he said, bending in to kiss her and resume his thrusts. It took a few minutes for them to build back to where they had been, but before long Julie was reaching the peak again when her cell phone started to ring.