“No more quickies today, Cayla,” he said as he kneaded her ass.

“Then stop that,” she breathed “My panties will be too wet.”

“Then take them off. Then every time air hits your pussy, you’ll think of me.”

Cayla mustered all her willpower and pushed off him.

“You don’t play fair, Dex.”

Cayla looked away from him to keep from throwing herself back into his arms. Her eyes landed on a Lake Tahoe souvenir mug. She picked it up and studied it.

“Is this where you were trying to invite me?” she asked in a whisper.

Dex shrugged before answering, “We can try again some other time.”

She frowned suddenly sad. “I was sexually frustrated and overreacted.”

“I could have fixed that Friday…” He took a step closer. “…and Saturday…” He circled his arm around her waist. “…and Sunday,” he murmured against her lips before kissing her sweetly.

He pulled away and handed her the lunch kit. She groaned at the loss of contact.

“Some leftovers from a simple dinner I threw together last night.” Dex tapped his wrist where a watch should rest before speaking again. “Tick tock. Twelve minutes left.”

Cayla rolled her eyes. “You’re worried about my schedule more than I am,” she pointed out.

Dex’s eyes were pure heat. “No. I’m just not interested in arguing later.”

“Why?” Cayla asked, confused.

“Because if you don’t leave now, I’m locking you in my room and fucking you until we both pass out. You’ll miss the rest of your workday,” he stated with certainty. “Then again, it might be worth the argument. If I grab you before you make it to the door, you’re staying.”

The look in his eyes told her he wasn’t playing. Cayla picked up her keys and lunch and ran to the door like her underwear were on fire.

Work didn’t feel like the noose it had the last few months. Cayla glowed as she settled into her cubicle. She tried to jump back into work, but she was reliving her first orgasm from intercourse and how good Dex felt.

Dex: Come by after work. I’ll make dinner and take my time with you.

Cayla: Now I can’t concentrate.

Dex: Then leave and come back. I didn’t get the chance to taste you.

Cayla sent him an angry emoji.

Dex: LMAO. I’ll leave you alone for now.

Cayla laughed when Dex sent her a gif of Britney Spears saying. “Now get to work, bitch!”

The angry beast living in her belly made her open the lunch kit. She was starving and hadn’t had anything Dex cooked in a long time. The first box was a fancy chicken sandwich; the next held some type of potato salad, the last was a spinach and fruit salad. He had the dressing in a to-go sauce cup and the mason jar had some sort of lemonade. He’d also included a little baggie of brownies.

Cayla opened the chicken sandwich and inhaled the delicious aroma. She picked up half of the sliced sandwich and bit into it. She moaned at the delicious burst of flavor on her tongue. She studied the sandwich. Cubes of chicken sprinkled with cheese rested on an herbed flatbread. It was flavored with some sort of mayo, fresh avocado slices, romaine lettuce, tomatoes, and more herbs. She took another hearty bite. So good.

Cayla: Did you make the bread, too?

Dex: Would you expect anything else?

Cayla: So good.

Dex: Thanks, but I thought you were supposed to be working.

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