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He sits back up behind me and slides back in.  I feel him even
deeper at this angle causing me to whimper.  There’s no way my body is ever
prepared for him entering me with his size, but the feeling of him stretching
me is magnificently earth shattering every time.  He begins to move in long
short strokes, causing me to chase his erection by following his hips whenever
he pulls away. Every few strokes he slams into me hard and deep before resuming
his regular rhythm.  He’s ramping up my need to come again like he’s tuning a
race car for maximum performance.  Then he stills and sits all the way back on
his calves pulling me back onto his lap and leaning against his broad chest. 
My calves are on the outside of his, opening me up to his hands.  One hand
comes up and begins working a nipple. With the other he strums my clit in time
to his short, deep thrust.  He’s so deep inside me that there’s nowhere else to
go.  He’s going to exceed his personal best, however, many that may be, but I
can feel an epic orgasm approaching me.  I raise my arms to circle behind his
head threading my fingers through the hair there.  He continues to attack every
pleasure point on my body with his strong thrust and very skilled fingers.
“Come on, Brooke.  I’m waiting for you, sweetheart.  Give me one more,” he
urges.  He teases the sensitive skin of my neck with his lips and nips my ear
sharply. Then he moves his head to my shoulder and begins nibbling and licking
there.  I’m so close, and my body begins its impending seizing that is followed
by my release. When he feels it too, he bites down sharply on the skin between
my neck and shoulder.  I fall over the edge in a spectacular orgasm.  My walls
contract and enhance the feel of his continued thrusts.

“Oh, God.  Dylan,” I cry out.

“That’s it, baby. I’m going to ride you through it while I come.”
His thrusts lose a little rhythm but pick up in intensity. I’m dizzy trying to
stay coherent with the pleasure singing through every nerve of my body right
now.  “Oh, shit. Goddamn it.” Dylan leans us forward and with a few more hard
thrust his body stills.  I feel his cum bath my pussy in warm, copious amounts.
It causes my walls to contract a couple of more times around him as he goes lax
against me. His body jerks every time I squeeze, and this milks both of our
orgasms until we are both still.  Finally, he rolls us to our sides and
disengages from my body causing me to cry out. “Are you sore?”

“Yes, but deliciously so.” I hum.

“Good.  I want you sore. I want you to remember this night for a
long time.” He whispers against my nape.

I turn in his arms. “Dylan, there’s no way I could forget this
night. That is one promise that I have no problem making.”

He stares at me with an intensity I swear I feel in my soul. “No
regrets?”

I shake my head no, “Not a one.”  I bury my face in his neck and
breathe in the scent of his skin. The scent that has driven me crazy and turned
me on for the last six months.  I let myself relax into his body, absorbing the
warmth of his skin still slick with sweat from our love making.  A deep yawn
escapes before I can stop it.

Dylan chuckles, “Did I wear you out?”

“Mmmm. I had worked eight hours before we went out, but yeah,
these last few hours I think finished me off. But it’s a good exhaustion.” I
yawn again.

“You know, if I didn’t know for the fact that you just had four or
five orgasms, all given by
me
, all your yawning would hurt my fragile
ego.”

I giggle against his neck. “Shut up, there’s nothing wrong with
your ego.”

“No. Right now I’m feeling pretty damn good.” He pulls me even
closer to him.  “Thank you, Brooke,” he whispers.

“For what?” I whisper back.

“Tonight.  Everything.”  I yawn again trying to stay awake in case
he says more.  “God, I’m such a selfish prick.”

I lift my head and look in his eyes. “Why do you say that?”

“Because I want to keep you awake, keep us awake.” His tone is
sad, and I’m confused.

“Why?”

“Because once we fall asleep our night is over. Goodbye, Dylan and
Brooke. Hello, soci…….”

I raise a finger to his lips and shush him.  “Shhhh. Don’t do
this. Don’t mess this up, please. We still have the rest of the night to lay
here and hold each other, so let’s enjoy that.”

He leans in for a sweet kiss that I don’t think is meant to go any
further.  I return it just as sweetly.  When he pulls back, he rolls me so my
back is against his chest and pulls me close.  “Go to sleep, Brooke.”

I wake up to loud pounding. I don't want to open my eyes. I’m
afraid if I do I’m going to wake up in my little room in my little apartment,
and last night will have just been an erotic dream. But then again,
the
soreness of my nipples and between my thighs says all that needs to be said.
It wasn’t just a delicious, sexy dream.

Okay, Brooke, be a big girl and open your damn eyes. Nope, not a
dream at all. Dylan is lying next to me in all his sculpted muscle, tattooed
gorgeous self.  He’s a virtual feast for the eyes in all his naked glory.  I
feel heat infuse my skin all over again.  If last night was supposed to make me
want him any less, bad call. Maybe in a few days, once the night-after sensations
still coursing through my body calm down, but right now everything we did last
night is way too fresh and arousing. God, he looks good. He's totally out, dead
to the world, but has a happy grin on his face as he sleeps. I can only hope
that I put that look there. Shit. I can’t believe I slept with a client, a very
hot and sexually astute client, but I have seriously crossed all professional
lines ever drawn. And it’s all because of this one spectacular man.

There's more loud pounding followed by, "Dylan, what the hell
get up!"

Oh no, it's Luke at the door. This is not good. I reach out and
gently shake Dylan's arm, but he doesn't budge. I shake him a little harder and
whisper, "Dylan."

He stirs and without opening his eyes pulls me closer tucking me
under one of his arms. It feels amazing being trapped under him, and it further
stirs up all the sensations from last night. But I can’t let those distract me
right now. I’ll save those for later.  Right now I need Dylan to get up. Thank
God he thought to lock the door. I reach up and cup his face then whisper a
little louder in his ear, "Dylan, Luke is at the door."

His eyes slowly open, and a slow grin spreads across his face as
he gazes down at me. We both are startled when Luke pounds again, "Dylan,
seriously, we’re starving! We need food!"

Dylan groans and hollers back, "Are you telling me you guys
can't find one thing to stuff your faces with?"

"The cabinets are pretty bare, man; someone needs to go
shopping. There’s not even enough pop tarts or cereal to feed us.”

Dylan shakes his head, but still has that goofy grin on his face.
He yells at the door, "Alright, get everyone ready and I'll be out soon to
go out for breakfast. I'm sure we can find somewhere that's open."

"Okay, but hurry."

We hear Luke's footsteps as he leaves, and I let out a relieved
sigh. I wonder how he plans on getting me out of here without us getting
caught. Something tells me he didn’t think this all the way through, and he’s
going to have to wing it. But again, I don’t think that’ll be a problem because
Dylan was probably one of those teenage bad boys who knew just how to sneak a
girl in and out of his bedroom.

He leans down and kisses my mouth tenderly, "Good morning,
beautiful."

"Good morning,” I smile back. “Did you plan on me spending
the night?”

He sits up, and I follow pulling a sheet up to cover my nakedness.
He laughs, " No, but I'm glad you did. Now I don't have to wonder what
it's like to wake up next to you anymore."

I smile, how many times have I wondered that very same thing.
"That’s….really nice, but we were almost caught. So all the times you
thought about this, did you ever wonder how you’re getting me out of
here?"

He shakes his head and stands up grabbing his jeans from the
floor. "Nah, but it’s no big deal. I'm going to take them out for a long
breakfast. Then you can shower and sneak out.” He frowns after that.

“What?”

“Shit, I don't want to send you home in a cab."

I laugh, "Don’t worry. My very first walk of shame.”

His frown increases. “Don’t say that, Brooke.  There is no shame
in last night.”

I try to sooth him. “I know.  I’m kidding.  Seriously, though,
taking a cab isn’t a problem.”

"I guess
you won't let me
pay for it?"

I shake my head, "No, thank you, though.”

My eyes are watching with hunger as he goes to his closet for a
shirt.
What did last night mean to him?
He seems happy this morning, but
is he happy because he got laid or because it was with me? I wish I had the
guts to ask him.  We both know that last night was us just getting past the
sexual tension that was growing so far out of control. Both of us have too much
at stake, my job, and his guardianship. But I can’t lie and say that I wish
neither one of those were a factor here because if I thought for one moment,
Dylan would want a relationship with me I would risk my heart to be with him.
I’m just hoping my heart isn’t too far involved already.

Dylan slips his shirt on over his chiseled chest, and it makes me
want to cry to see him cover up all of
him
with clothing. It should be a
law that he’s now allowed to wear clothes, well, around me that is. I shake my
head because I seriously need to get control of my wayward thoughts. Going to
the big dresser situated between the his-and-her closet doors he pulls out a
pair of drawstring sweats and a Motley Crue concert shirt before sauntering
toward me. By the smirk on his face, I think he read my ‘no-clothing clause in
Brooke’s presence’ thoughts.

He sits next to me and holds out the clothes. I’m wondering how
he’s so calm right now when I’m fixing to combust. "Last night was
amazing,” I whisper.

He laughs slightly, "I know it was. It was the most
incredible night of my life, and I’m not going to forget it or regret it. And
you have to promise me you won’t either.” I try not to let my face show the
disappointment when he says that, which is stupid because my brain knows that's
all it can be. He scratches that delicious looking stubble on his chin making
me remember the feel of it on my skin last night. “Don’t drive yourself crazy
worrying about me, the kids, or your career. Let’s just enjoy it for what it
was and keep it perfect in our memories.” A sharp pain slams through my chest.
Now
I know what a broken heart is.
He laughs seemingly in a good mood and
continues. “Brooke, it's no secret that we've been insanely attracted to one
another since the day we met. Hell, I wondered what you would like naked since
the moment I saw you in your office.”

I blush, "I pictured you too, but obviously, my imagination
is lacking.” I decide if he can keep it light, I can find a way to do the same.

He brushes a piece of my hair behind my ear and takes my face in
his strong hands. He looks deep into my eyes searching for something. "Now
we know what it's like, it's fucking incredible. Last night was Brooke and
Dylan, two strangers. Now, today, when I leave this room we’ll become a social
worker and client again. I will respect your career. So don't obsess." He
clearly missed the mark trying to read my thoughts this morning.

I laugh and nod. "Yeah, two roles we play so well,
right?"

He drops his hands, "You have to learn to get out of your
head sometimes." His look turns serious for a minute, "You don't
regret last night do you?"

I can't believe he could even think that. I take his hand in mine,
"No, not even a little bit. I'm so glad we had last night."

He grins with satisfaction before pulling me in for a deep,
devastating kiss, one that feels suspiciously like goodbye. I feel like this
will be our last kiss, so I know he feels it too as he pulls away slowly
because there is sadness in his eyes. "See you Tuesday. Get home
safe."

I smile and nod at him, "I'll see you Tuesday."

He stands up and leaves the room, closing the door behind him
without looking back. I hear loud noises as the he gathers the kids, and then I
hear the garage door closing as they head out to breakfast.
Sadly, it’s
without me.
I reach for my cell phone and call a cab who will be here in 15
minutes. In Dylan’s bathroom, I splash water on my face free of last night’s
makeup then run my fingers through my hair to get it somewhat under control.
Back in the bedroom, I pull on the sweats which I have to tighten and then roll
at the waist and ankles several times to get
them
even close to fitting. The t-shirt is large and hangs nearly to my knees, so I
tie it at the waist. I briefly wonder if everyone who’s done the walk of shame
gets to wear the guy’s clothes home. I'm swimming in them, but it’s better than
having to wear the regular walk of shame clothes of the night before.

I lock up Dylan’s house
when
the cab arrives and climb in.  Each mile away my heart gets a little heavier,
not with regret, never that. It’s heavy because of the impossibility of our
circumstances that will never allow us to have a chance at really being Dylan
and Brooke without all the other
complications.
When we arrive at my apartment, I open the door hoping I can sneak in without Alex
noticing that I’m just getting in. She's a heavy sleeper, and it's only 8 in
the morning after what I’m sure was a long New Year’s celebration. I seriously
doubt I have to worry about her being awake. Thank God, because there’s no way
I could explain Dylan’s clothes.