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unbearable. I needed release and he was still going so achingly slow and careful.
    I leaned up and pulled on his ear. "Faster. Oh god, faster," I moaned.
    Steven grunted and picked up the tempo. His hard, muscled thighs thrust him into me again and again; I couldn't keep up with his speed. All I could do was grasp his back and push my hips forward, pulling him deeper and deeper into me. My wet walls pulsed with sensual pleasure that slid up my body in one intense wave after another. We abandoned our smooth flow for hot, reckless love-making. We pushed and bucked against each other, and the couch bucked along the floor. My breasts pressed up against his sweat-soaked chest and my pert, sensitive nipples shot hot sparks of ecstasy through me.
    I gasped for air and my fingernails dug into his back. My groin muscles twitched and jumped, flowing with pleasure that was growing tighter and tighter. I was so close to the edge, just a little further. Another thrust, and another. I flung my head back and tested the thickness of the walls. "Oh god! Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder!"
    Steven grunted and thrust harder. He sent me over the edge into an oblivion filled with bright lights and a pleasure I'd only dreamed about. He kept on pushing, driving me higher and higher until he hit heaven. He stiffened for a few seconds, and then fell down on top of me. All of him. The sexiness went away when his heavy, oozing weight started to crush me.
    "Um, air needed here," I wheezed out.
    "Oh, sorry." He pulled himself up onto his arms and gazed down on the heaving mass of flesh and fat that was me.
    I squirmed beneath that staring. That little fun had burned some calories, but my body was still as fat as ever. I didn't like him looking at me so close, so I did what came natural; I was snarky. "You did it again," I teased.
    He raised an eyebrow. "Did what?"
    "Apologized. You need to stop doing that."
    Steven laughed and leaned down to rub our noses together. "Fine. After this I won't apologize for anything else, even if you beg me to do it." He reached up and toyed with my chubby breast, and I quickly covered myself. "And you need to stop doing that."
    I frowned. "Doing what?"
    "Hiding from me. I told you I like some meat on my women."
    I sighed. "Well, maybe you'd rather have a medium steak than a full porterhouse," I countered.
    "Do you ever not have a witty comeback? I'm feeling outwitted," he asked me.
    "No, it's my defense mechanism against the world. It's either that or I become a successful serial killer bent on reducing the city to its knees out of fear of me and my epic scariness."
    He cringed. "That's an oddly specific alternate reality."
    I shrugged. "Sometimes I get bored and watch too much tv," I replied.
    "Well, never mind then, let's keep with the wit. You'd depopulate the office, and I hate being on either side of an interview to refill the place."
    I sighed and glanced at the clothes on the floor. "And speaking of the office, shouldn't we get back to work? People will notice we're gone."
    Steven smirked as he pulled out of me. "At least they didn't notice your praising me," he teased. I whacked him on the shoulder before he slipped off the couch. We'd really made that thing rock, and he pushed me and the couch back against the wall. He then nodded toward a door to his left. "There's a bathroom in there for you to cleanup."
    I sat up and winced. My thighs and hips complained of the workout. If he got any harder I'd need to reinforce my bones with adamantium. I cleaned myself up and slipped back into my crinkled clothes and straightened them, and myself, out as well as I could. Steven was replaced with his mild-mannered alter ego Dunner, and saw me off at the door. He held the knob like he did last night, and like last night his hand was on my butt. "Don't forget about tonight," he reminded me.
    I stared at him blankly. "What about tonight?"
    "Your place, and this time have two glasses out for that wine," he replied.
    Before I could answer