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“Well!” exclaimed Angela and glanced back at her coffee.

“Long night?” taunted Jessica. Angela frowned at her but Jessica just laughed. Angela tapped her foot and Jessica stopped laughing and pretended to zip her lips, lock them and throw away the key.

“Okay. I’m done. You must be in that sensitive new relationship stage.” With those words Jessica, and her apple juice, headed back to the reception desk at the front of the building.

Angela had no idea how to reply to that comment. The truth was that she didn’t know what Isaac was to her anymore. He was still her friend, and probably always would be. But she had yet to tell Marcella and she wasn’t looking forward to it. She had no idea what would happen next. If it was just one night, she could’ve managed to pretend it hadn’t happened.

She’d lost count of the number of times they’d come together last night. It had been fantastic and mind blowing. That night would forever be seared into her memory for her to relive over and over in her mind. Surely sex wouldn’t be so passionate and absorbing with just anyone. It most certainly hadn't been in any of her past experiences.

Which left her wondering, what happens next? She wasn’t really prepared to trust him with her heart. Yet, did she have a choice? If things between them ended today wouldn’t she be just as devastated?No. she told herself determinedly. If he ended things today she could walk away with her pride intact. Wasn’t that a good enough reason to keep herself as emotionally distant as she could manage?

When she reached her desk she peeked at the photo in her drawer of her, Marcella and Isaac. She needed to talk to Marcie.

***

Isaac tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as she slept. The sex was mind blowing. He couldn’t remember anything in the past coming close to how it felt with Angela. It was obvious that she felt the same way. Yet, he could tell she was holding back. He’d thought that his largest hurdle would be getting her to think of him as more than just a friend but apparently all he’d succeeded in doing was to force her to see him as a friend- with benefits. She usually had Friday’s off so his final thought before he fell asleep was that he would make breakfast and invite her out to dinner someplace nice.

When he woke in the morning it was to find an empty bed. He threw on his jeans and a white t-shirt before leaving in search of Angela. He smelled coffee when he made it to the kitchen. Angela wasn’t really a coffee drinker but she’d started fixing a pot in the morning for him since she woke up first. She stood at the counter wearing his shirt which fell to the middle of her cinnamon colored thighs.

Isaac pressed his chest against her back and wrapped his arm around her waist before dropping a kiss on her neck “Good Morning”.

Turning in his arms she laced her hands behind his neck and reached for his kiss “Morning”.

Soft lips met his. He kept the kiss light but reached his hands beneath the shirt to run his fingertips over the sensitive underside of her breast. He smiled when she shivered in his arms. She responded so well to his touch. He pushed the small containers on the counter aside and hoisted her body into the air so that she sat perched on the ledge. Moving between her open legs he began to undo the buttons on the shirt.

“Do you have any plans today.” he asked her.

He raised a brow at the guilty look that crossed her face and she bit her lip. Before she could answer her cell phone buzzed. He glanced at the phone when she turned it over in her hand. On the screen was a message from Charles.

“What does he want this early in the morning?” he asked gruffly.

“He asked me to go see a live band at the park.” she responded.

“And did you tell him no?” he asked. When she responded with a shake of her head he took a step back separating their bodies. “You sleep with me and agree to go on a date with Charles?”

“It’s not like that! Things between us were confusing. Relaxing at the park sounded like a great idea at the time.” Angela moved to jump off the counter but he moved back between her legs before she could move off.

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” He tucked her hair back behind her ear and caressed her jaw before planting his hands on the counter.

“It’s not a date. It’s not like that,” she shrugged. “He has nothing to do with anything, Isaac. He’s just a friend.”

Isaac’s bark of laughter was harsh. “Oh, yeah. Just friends huh?” He finished unbuttoning the shirt. “I wonder if you tell people that about you and me.” He hooked his fingers over the edges of the thong and tugged. When she lifted her body he pulled the panties down over her legs and tucked them into his back pocket.

Isaac couldn’t decide who he was angry with the most, Angela, for fighting him every step of the way, or Charles for constantly hovering on the peripheral like a tiger waiting to pounce. Maybe the person he should be angry with was himself for wanting so much more than Angela seemed ready to give. To top it all off standing this close to her he could smell her mounting arousal. The heady scent had him ready to drop his jeans right now and take her on the counter. A ridiculous feeling, but He’d never felt so insatiable before in his life. Despite having had her at least 3 times throughout the night he still craved more.

In that moment he changed his mind about being angry with Charles. Angela sat perched on the counter her chocolate skin contrasted with the stark white of the shirt framing her body. The bra she wore struggled to cover the ample breast within. Reaching out he released her breast from its confines so that he was free to tug on the nipple now open to his view. Her eyes fluttered closed and she thrust her chest out pushing harder against the hand torturing her flesh. She looked so beautiful this way, with her body aroused and hot. It was a heady feeling knowing that she looked this way because of him.

Their conversation was long forgotten when he lowered his head taking the peak of one nipple in his mouth. His hand found the other nipple and tugged. He heard her moan and her hand tugged on the hair at the back of his head. He smiled and switched to the other side. His girl loved having her nipples played with. She gasped when he bite down gently tugging back on her nipple.

The phone buzzed yet again. Irritation bubbled within him but Angie didn’t seem to notice. She was too occupied by the feeling of his mouth over hers. His tongue began a slow journey lower. He peppered small kisses and licks over her smooth stomach. Her body was straight as a board and he could feel the muscles in her abdomen quiver her body was so tense. She flinched when his tongue licked her belly button. His fingers found their way between her legs and his tongue swirled over her clit.

The phone began to vibrate on the counter. This time it was a call. Irritation lanced through his body. He stood up but kept his fingers between her legs. He pulled his finger from inside of her moist body, spreading her honey over her clit.

“Answer your phone Angie.” he rasped his voice harsh with desire.

“What?” Angela stuttered. Confusion and desire clouded her gaze.

He caught her clit between his two knuckles and squeezed gently before his two fingers made an up and down motion holding the sensitive button of nerves hostage.

Her hands came up to grip his arms and the tips of her nails bit into his flesh making half moon indents in his arm but he didn’t release her. He stopped the motion and pressed down on her clit. “Answer the phone Angie.”

Angie looked into his eyes, panting she shook her head. “No.”

He caught her clit again and began the gentle squeezing rubbing motion again and she pitched forward with a moan. She tried to thrust her hips and make him deepen the touch but his other hand clamped onto her thigh and forced her to remain still under his ministrations.

“Dammit Isaac!” she cursed before moaning into his shoulder.

“Answer the phone, Angie.” he repeated as his motions slowed down to prevent her from reaching her building orgasm.

Angela snatched the phone from the counter. “Hello?” she answered breathlessly.

Isaac’s head was close enough to hear Charles on the other end of the phone.

“Did I call at a bad time?” Charles asked hesitantly. “You sound kind of busy.”

“Oh, I, uh, ran to grab the phone from the other room.” Isaac pinched her again and she smothered a gasp. “No big deal” she squeaked.

Charles didn’t sound reassured. “The music starts at seven but I was going to see if you wanted a ride to the park later?”

His fingers slipped inside of her, moving slowly.

“It is not a good day for me after all. I’m sorry, I’m not going to be able to make it.” she closed her eyes, moving with his fingers.

“Are you sure everything is ok?” Charles asked. Angela didn’t respond and he asked again “Is everything ok?”

“Everything is fine Charles.” Isaac said loudly. “Angela is very busy right now. Don’t call back.” Isaac took the phone from her drooping hand and ended the call before scooping her body up and laying her across the empty table just steps away.

“You are so horrible!” she accused. “He’ll know exactly what we were doing.”

“Good. Maybe he will stop calling so we can finish.” he spread her thighs open on the table. “I believe I left off somewhere around here.” he said before lowering her head between her open thighs. When his tongue moved over her sensitive flesh she moaned and clutched his hair. Each swipe of his tongue had her twisting and moaning. She tugged his hair harder and made his scalp tingle.

Isaac just smiled. His woman was a demanding little hand full. Perhaps it was time for a haircut he thought before sliding his hands under her behind and lifting her body into his greedy mouth and deepening his intimate kiss.

He waited until her body was shaking on the edge of climax before loosening his belt and dropping his pants. Her legs automatically grasped his hips as he plunged his hard cock into her weeping slit. Leaning over her he laced the fingers of her hand with his and pinned the arm above her bed as he rocked harder and harder. Hard jade colored eyes met and held hers. She tried to turn her head away as she moved closer to orgasm.

“No” he told her turning her chin back toward him and forcing her eyes to meet his. He wanted to watch as her world turned sideways. The connection between them was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He knew she felt it the same way he did. He saw it in her gaze. Soft and vulnerable before she closed her eyes and arched up before screaming out her release. He shouted his release just moments after her.

Angela laid still with his body clasped net to hers. His heart thudded in his chest and she could feel it beating against her chest. She was hot and knew she should climb down off the counter but she was surprised in a good way. Isaac seemed to have no qualms about making love all over the house; the bed, the shower, the couch, the wall, and now the kitchen table.

She wished she could take credit for his abundance of passion but she suspected that, once again, his jealousy was a big part of the equation. He feared she was about to go on a date with Charles and acted to keep them apart.

Angela shook her head. When would he realize that Charles was no threat to him? The only thing being threatened was her sanity. This man was becoming an addiction.

She trailed a finger over his chest touching the rippling muscles on her way down. When she reached the space where they were still connected she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly ignoring the familiar ache between her legs.

Isaac laughed but didn’t separate their bodies. Picking her up by her waist he carried her into the bathroom where he leaned over and turned on the shower.

Angela moaned in protest when he unwrapped her legs, finally separating their bodies. That ended abruptly when his lips fell on hers catching her lips in a passionate kiss. His hands moved over her body removing the bra she still wore and tugging the shirt from her body. With them both of their clothing discarded, he tugged her into the shower behind him.

His lips descended on hers once again and the fragrant aroma of the lavender soap she liked rose in the steam of the shower. Fingers slippery with soap roamed over her body. His kiss moved over her jaw and down her neck to her shoulder. His tongue drew a circle on her shoulder before gently nipping the sensitive skin there. She threw back her head and moaned as his lips moved down over her body.

“No fair!” She cried out as his tongue darted into her belly button. “My turn isn’t it?”

When Isaac stood back up she grabbed the soap and worked up a lather and began cleaning his chest. She raked her nails over the muscles of his shoulders and chest. She moved slowly learning each muscle of his torso. Memorizing the strong arms that he used to lift her, and feeling the tense muscles of his abs when her hands trailed down his hips pausing for the shortest moment before taking his shaft in her hand.

The soap in her hands was making him slippery in between her palms. She gripped him tighter and he let out a hiss of pleasure. He placed his hands on the wall next to her head, shielding her from the spray of the shower. He tried to kiss her yet again but she shoved his shoulders before he could distract her from her goal.

“Rinse off.” She told him.

He gave her a mischievous smile and turned toward the spray of the water to rinse off. When he ducked his head to wash his hair and rinse the soap off, the water bounced off his body sending random droplets of water into her face.

“Hey!” she exclaimed and pinched the taunt butt in front of her.

Isaac turned and grabbed the offending hands tugging her close. The water cascading over both of their bodies as their lips met in a passionate kiss.

Angela broke the kiss and her eyes caught him. She feathered kisses over his chest steadily moving downward. On her knees in front of him she kissed his thigh before making a circle on his thigh with her tongue and kissing the spot again. Her eyes were on his while she did this and she saw his lids drop.

She swirled her tongue over the head of his erection before taking him in her mouth. She heard him gasp as though burned and felt on his hands fist in her hair. She bobbed her head back and forth determined to bring him the pleasure he’d brought her time and time again. He cursed and leaned his heavy body further into her and she knew he was close. She increased her suction and scraped her nails over his hips just sharp enough for him to feel the sting. His body tensed and she knew he was close.