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under my ass and lifts, and suddenly I'm in the air. Our faces are level and he's holding me and fucking me and I let my head drop back in the sudden wave of helplessness and desire.
    He turns and presses me against the window, fingers digging into my legs as he holds me exactly where he wants me and doesn't let me go. He doesn't slow as he slams into me, every stroke drawing my orgasm closer. I can feel the emptiness of the air behind the glass and I don't care that the window is shaking with every thrust.
    I'm so close, again, and he's close. He's staring at me and I'm staring at him, and I see the moment it hits him. His mouth is rough on top of mine and I go over with his final thrust. Everything explodes, and I'm not sure if my eyes are open anymore. Sheer pleasure sings through my body, and I'm shuddering on his cock still inside me. Another burst of pleasure rushes through me at the knowledge that I had nothing to do with this. Charles took what he wanted from me, and I gave it to him.
    The sharpness of my orgasm fades to a soft glow, and suddenly I'm so tired. Outside the window, the sun slips below the horizon.

Chapter  10.
Charles
    H oly shit.
    I don't think I can move.
    Alyssa's eyes are still open and glazed over with the aftermath of three orgasms. Slowly, I take her weight from the window, and carry her to the couch. I'm still inside her, so I'm gentle as I lay down and remove myself. I take her arms from around my neck and untie the scarf from her wrists. She's still dazed but smiling, and I take a moment to clean myself up.
    I kneel by the couch, leaning down to kiss her. It's softer, more intimate. "How do you feel?" I ask softly. Somehow it seems wrong to speak loudly in this atmosphere.
    She reaches out and traces lines on my chest. "I feel good. Sleepy."
    I run my fingers down her side, unable to keep myself from touching her. "Thank you for trusting me."
    "I do trust you." She says absently. Then she looks at me. "I do trust you." She says again, the words stronger.
    Something deep in my chest eases. "Will you do one last thing for me tonight?"
    "Is that a command?"
    "A request."
    She rolls towards me, "What is it?"
    "Let me take you home. I don't want to be the guy that has sex with you in his office and sends you off in a cab."
    "I'd like that." She says, and she pulls my head down to kiss me. I let her. After all, she's more than earned it.
    "Okay." I throw my clothes on quickly, but she takes her time, moving slowly like she's still in the midst of her afterglow. I'd be lying if I didn't say that made the male monster inside me more than a bit smug. I take the time to help her, clasping her bra and buttoning her shirt—a kiss taken for every button closed. Until we're just kissing. Her kisses are long and slow, and I'm a little in love with the softness of her mouth. 
    "Let's go," I say, "before a janitor catches me taking you again."
    "It's Friday night." She's laughing, "No janitors."
    I give her a pointed look up and down. "We can stay if you like."
    "If it's all the same to you," She says, taking my hand, "I'd rather not spend all of the night in your office."
    "Fair enough."
    We find a cab together, and I never let go of her hand. Once inside the cab I pull her against me and wrap my arms around her. Her head fits against my chest in a way that makes me ache. She leans against me in comfortable silence as we cross the river. Her apartment building is in a nice neighborhood in queens. I pay the driver and step out behind Alyssa. She seems surprised. "You didn't think I was going to see you into the house?"
    "No, I didn't."
    "Fine." I nod, "I'll do you one better." Leaning down, I sweep her feet out from under her and start to carry her towards the door.
    "Charles what are you doing?"
    I try to control my grin, "I'm quite literally taking you home."
    She's shaking her head, even as she's instinctively looped her arm around my neck and curled into me. We awkwardly maneuver the doorways; I carry