"Now let's go to my place and talk," he said, tossing me a towel. xxXxxBack to reality, I looked down, feeling my cock straining against my jeans. Tho...se memories affected me. Every time I thought of Michael I was affected. My stomach turned flips. A rush of excitement hit me ... same as every time I sacked a quarterback in football. Well, not exactly the same, but similar. All I know is I didn't want to live without those feelings - no matter what it cost me. Looking out at the peaceful pond. Her editor would probably axe half of it and send a mangled, unrecognizable version of it back to her tonight to 'correct'. She had learned not to take it personally. It was just that no one in the blasted newspaper community knew good writing if it bit them in the arse, that was all. She pushed her lap top computer away from her and lay back on the bed that she had been sitting cross legged on.For a moment last evening she was sure that everything was going to break into violence. It wouldn't. You still have to fuck me, birthday boy,she said in the sexiest way possible as I was already getting hard again from the excitement.I flipped her over onto her back, grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her to the bed. I spoke to sweety like,I want to taste every part of your beautiful body. I kissed her lips, moving across to her neck.A moan escaped her lips as I reached down her chest and found a nipple with my tongue then flicked and bit it gently.I felt her wetness as it leaked out onto my. I dropped my hand onto my crotch and slowly stroked it. "And what was the verdict?"She gave an impish grin. "Those guys are all a bit on the big side for me." She tapped one finger on the page. "I don't think I could even get that one in. But you'll do nicely - what I've seen of it."I was pretty sure I wasn't about to have my Library Pass withdrawn, but couldn't decide if the final remark was an invitation to play. My move."Is your office on this floor?"She nodded. "Over there, at the back by.