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me like this. I have never had this feeling, never had a cock like this. He’s a God. He sinks his lips into mine, and I want to bite him. He’s quicker and sinks his teeth into me, and in that moment, my orgasm rips through me. I cry out, my body jerks under his, and my pussy contracts around his cock. I arch away from the bed and throw my head back. Matt doesn’t stop pounding me and leaves my orgasm no choice but to continue, again and again, over and over. He doesn’t relent and fucks me until I’m almost dizzy. I come again and again until he finally finds his own release.
    He pulls out immediately, removes the condom, and pushes his hand to my pussy. He cups me gently, brings me slowly down and calms the muscles.
    “Matt,” I whisper.
    “I’m here, babe,” and he kisses me softly on the lips.
    “Wow,” I say, when I finally catch my breath.
    “You said it.” He laughs quietly.
    He pulls me to him, gives me a good night kiss, and we fall asleep.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    My alarm goes off at six thirty. Actually, normally at seven, then I have thirty minutes for a shower, ten minutes for breakfast, and fifteen minutes to get to work with a five-minute buffer in case I get caught at a red light or something. I hate getting up early, so I manage my time as ruthlessly as I can to stay in bed longer. It’s Matt who suggested setting the alarm half an hour early so we could have sex in the morning and who am I to stand in the way of a morning fuck?
    I’ve barely switched off the alarm when he’s already on top of me.
    “Morning, babe,” he grins. Shit, he’s a morning person.
    “Hmmm,” I grumble, under him.
    He grabs my breasts and begins to fondle. He takes his time waking my body and kisses every part of me. When he’s finally in me he makes love to me. We rock each other towards our orgasms that roll over us like waves. I turn over to look at the clock. Seven forty!
    “Shit, Matt!” I spring out of bed, run into the bathroom, wash myself, clean my teeth, run a comb through my tangled hair, and put it up so no one notices it hasn’t been washed. I run to my closet, pull out a black pant suit, and couple it with a violet shirt. At seven fifty-five, I’m in the kitchen. Tom and Will are sitting at the table, and Matt is half naked leaning against the fridge, and they’re chatting with each other.
    When he sees me, he smiles at me and holds out a Nutella roll.
    “I’m going to be late.” I grab my keys from the dresser.
    “Eat it in the car,” he suggests.
    I say ‘thanks’ and go to take the roll when he grabs me and kisses me full on the mouth. I go to protest, but as I open my mouth, his tongue invades me, and I can’t say a word. Or breathe. One hand wanders to my ass and pulls me tightly to him. His other hand is round the back of my neck and pins me in position so he can kiss me the way he wants.
    When he lets go, it’s four minutes past eight.
    Tom and Will grin, and right now I’d love to knee him in the nuts. I turn wordlessly and hear him laughing behind me.
    “Asshole.”
    “Such words from a lady.”
    And I have to grin. I leave and drive to work in record time.
     
    This is the first time in two years that I’ve been late for work, and by the time I arrive, I have three calls from my assistant on my cell. She’s worried because it’s not like me. From the entrance to my desk, I’m stopped by three colleagues who have already started to assume the worst, and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to take this collective reaction. Am I really that predictable? I inwardly shrug. It’s too late to do anything about it now, the writing’s on the wall: I’m the colleague who’s in first and leaves last.
    I don’t stop for the next nine hours and thirty-two minutes. Mr. Reinders has somehow managed to leave the most chaotic lab behind him, which has put our vaccine research back by a month.
    The staff is frustrated, and I’m in full swing as crisis manager. And yet I still manage to