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"Where were you?" he asked, pouting.
"Working," she replied.
"Not at your office," he stated. She knew he was trying to start an argument.
She folded an arm across her middle and sipped her drink. "Does it matter? You were obviously in here doing something very important," she growled, rolling her eyes. "Who were you with?"
"Myself," he snapped back, frustrated that she had ignored his question.
"You were in here for three hours, by yourself?" she asked incredulously.
He nodded.
"So what were you doing?"
"Thinking," he answered again.
"About what?" she snapped, already exhausted with the conversation.
"My case."
She blinked once, slowly, then glared at him. "And you had to lock me out of the apartment for that?'
"Needed the quiet."
"So did I. I had work to do, Greg. I live here too, remember?"
He lowered his head. "Yeah. I remember. I'm sorry. I'm not used to sharing my space with someone else."
She sighed. He was right. This was new and stressful for both of them. There was no reason to fight about it anymore.
"I can learn to think with you here," he told her.
Stacy set her glass aside and approached the couch like a lioness on a hunt. Hands on his shoulders, she knelt over him, leaning down to get her mouth as close to his as possible without touching him. "Is that what you think?"
He clapped his hands to either side of her hips and rumbled back. "That's exactly what I think," before leaning in to bite at her throat while his hands slid themselves beneath the hem of her shirt. He felt her skin quiver beneath his fingers and all he could think about was how she felt when she was riding him.
Her high-pitched squeal when he whipped her shirt over her head, unfastened her pants, and plucked off her shoes, made him want her even more. He nudged her pants down her legs, then unfastened his jeans. "Come here," he rumbled to her, dragging her over his lap. He tore off her panties and pulled her down onto his cock, letting out a satisfied moan as she sank onto him.
She was warm – no, hot – and wet, ready for him. Post-argument sex was always some of their best.