So Into You by S. L. Carpenter, Sahara Kelly

twinge of sadness darting along her nerves as she felt
him slide out of her body. Her clothes were a mess and her pussy more than a
little sore. She hadn't lied…it had been a long time since anything other than
a battery-operated-boyfriend had been inside her. "Bathroom?"
    Phil stretched and pointed.
"Second door on the right."
    It took her a few minutes to
straighten herself back into something approaching her usual appearance. And it
wasn't just her clothes—it was her mind that was a bit messy as well. She was
glowing physically and unsettled mentally. An odd combination that wasn't as
comfortable as she would have liked.
    So she made a decision. Walking back
out into the living room, she saw Phil sitting lazily on the couch, his fly
zipped and his arms behind his head. She smiled at the picture of contentment
he presented. "I should go."
    "Seriously? Why?" He
straightened. "You don't have to go, Casey. If you're not ready to share a
bed, you can take mine and I'll crash here. Although I will admit I'd be
fighting the urge to come in and…well..." He grinned. "Stay? Stay
with me? I'll even cook breakfast. Or order it. Same thing."
    She sighed and shook her head.
"I'd like to. It sounds so tempting." Then she held up her hand as he
opened his arms to her. "But the fact it sounds so wonderful is exactly
why I have to go."
    He closed his eyes and then put his
hands to his head. " Women ." He ground the word out from
between clenched teeth. "I will never understand 'em if I live to
be a hundred."
    "And that's just how we like to
keep it." She laughed. "I have my reasons, Phil. And they have
nothing to do with you or the incredibly magnificent sex we just had."
    "Magnificent?"
    "Beyond belief. Eye-rolling.
Makes regular sex look like first base."
    He smirked. "That's so
true."
    She moved to him, leaned over and
kissed him, a soft brush of lips, obeying the warm wave of affection that swept
over her. "Thank you, Phil."
    His hands moved, then stopped, which
she appreciated. Leaving him was difficult, but something inside her kept
telling her that for now, it was the right thing. If he'd touched her right
then, she might have made a mistake.
    He took a breath. "I'll call
you a cab. It's on speed dial, along with pizza and the garage."
    "Ever practical, huh?"
    He spoke briefly into the phone then
nodded and ended the call. "Once I even got the tow truck to bring my
pizza with him. It was a coup." He smiled modestly.
    "I would expect no less."
    "A last kiss goodbye?" He
moved to her and this time placed his hands on her waist.
    "If you find my underwear first."
    He looked around, and then walked to
the couch. "Here." He triumphantly lifted the scrap of sheer lace
from beneath a cushion, then looked thoughtfully at her. "I'll let you go
if you let me keep these."
    "Really? What for?"
    He put them to his face and inhaled
deeply. " Mmm . So I can remember that scent. I love knowing these
were wrapped around your pussy."
    She felt a hot tingle bloom between
her legs. It was an almost perverted request, but a first for her. And it was,
without doubt, one of the most erotic things anyone had ever asked.
    "Okay."

Chapter Six
    It wasn't easy going back to work on
Monday, but the usual chaos and rush of incoming work kept Casey busy enough to
ignore the start of the week blues. Tuesday wasn't much better, and Wednesday
was, to put it bluntly, hell. Deleting emails, completing project paperwork,
grabbing coffee, more paperwork, a meeting with the sales staff, more coffee
and then, paperwork. If this hadn't been a "green" company with
intranet and much of the communication process happening via emails, they'd
have been banned from the local recycling association for excessive destruction
of the rainforest.
    She was struggling on the horns of a
personal dilemma, which didn't help her coping skills at all. She'd had two
great dates with a guy who was clearly hung up on her, which was really rather
flattering. Not to mention he was hell on