MONDAYThe couch truly was terrible. Getting off it was more like flopping over on my stomach and crawling toward the bathroom until the feeling returned in my legs.I didn’t know if Teresa and Rita were staring at him in their usual longing way. I couldn’t tell because I seemed to be too busy doing it myself.Why do I keep staring?Because he was wearing a pinstripe gray suit today. With a cream-colored button up underneath. Looking comfortable as the accountant with the wide-brimmed glasses he kept pushing up that straight nose.Nothing like the muscled bouncer in tactical pants I’d watched dressing a few days ago.I blew a long breath. I’ve got to get away from him.Staying in his apartment was going nowhere good.This morning after I’d evolved my plan, I’d followed the scent of coffee to a pot he had on the kitchen counter. But when I’d turned to try to find my thermos in the box I’d packed, I found it sitting on the counter.I twisted the lid and peeled it open. Seeing the milky

I need to check the bucket.I went in and saw that the bucket was indeed nearly spilling over. I quickly dumped it. Lugging the heavy thing to the bathroom and dumping it before returning it to the Living Room under the leak.I dialed the manager again leaving him another message that I was still waiting on Maintenance to check the roof.“Uggh.” Groaning in frustration. I turned around and went to round up some of my brightest towel and washcloths. Piling them on my couch so I’d remember to take them when I left.I was already envisioning Porter’s face when he saw them in his bathroom. Quietly replacing his black and white towels.But thinking of Porter had me thinking about how he looked in those rolled up button ups and those tightfitting tactical pants.My eyes shifted to my room.I lifted my phone and checked the time. Thinking Porter wouldn’t even be heading back to his apartment for another forty minutes.I flopped onto my bed and let my mind wander. Feeling the arousal climbing

I woke faintly just before dawn. I’d somehow unraveled from my large white comforter dotted with pink roses. I grasped for it but couldn’t find it.I was so cold. It must’ve slipped onto the floor.It was too dark, and I was too tired to hunt it down.Shivering with teeth chattering, I crawled under the blanket I laid over. Barely noting I couldn’t see it at all in the dark. Which meant it was Porter’s black comforter.I was in such a hurry to slither beneath it that I accidentally kicked into a bare calf. Hissing through my teeth I moved further away from him. Noticing I could hear his even breathing on the far side of the bed. I scooted onto my side so I could keep him in view across the bed.The problem with this position was that, being on my side, I caught a hearty whiff of musky cologne on the pillow. Smelling like forest wood and a hint of pine.Smelling like he does everytime he gets too close.Which is all the time…It was wafting into my nose and having a potent effect on me

“You know what the best part of having you vulnerable like this is?” He caressed my other breast. Lifting it from below to fondle it while he suckled the other.“When you want faster, I can slow clear down.” He began inching into me. Bit by agonizing bit.“When you want slower, than I can really give it to you.” He worked in, in a more ferocious pace.Making me moan in growing pleasure.“I can do whatever drives you mad.” He murmured against my sternum. Kissing the upper rise of my breasts. “Until you can’t. Take.” He punctuated the word with rough strokes. “Any. More.”Screeching in wild abandon, I flattened my heels and lifted my pelvis to meet him. Planting myself against his base as I shuddered with one of the most violent climaxes I’d ever experienced.He pushed my hip flat, pressing me back to the bed and surging deeply into me. Feeding those wild spasms in a tiny rhythm that had me whining somewhere between pleasure and pain.“God you’re beautiful.” He murmured. His eyes watchi

Just then Logan walked in. “Heyyy Beautiful.” I groaned aloud. Abandoning my seat so he couldn’t crowd me there. I turned to deliberately give him my back as I reached to replace the file I’d been examining and retrieve another. “Let me help you.” Logan walked over to reach for it for me. His other hand reaching to grab my ass in a tight grip. I swatted his hand away and gave him a seething look. “Knock that shit off!” Porter snapped. Pushing his glasses up as he leaned over his dress. “Do you know how offensive it is to sit here and watch that.” “I’m talking to my wife.” Logan gestured to me. “I’m not-” Your wife. I started to say. “Last I knew,” Porter cut him off. “the law doesn’t discern prior engagements when it specifies harassment and third party harassment.” “Do you feel harassed?” He looked at me. I opened my mouth to affirm. But Porter was already talking again. “Doesn’t matter if she does. I do. Third Party is just as real. I could sue the hell out of this place.