Last week Sharon had managed to keep away from Jake until the weekend... this week, not so much. Now her hungry beaver was now more like an exhausted beaver from wood overload. Sex with him was like a drug.

Worse, she was enjoying just spending some time with him in between the sex.

That wasn’t supposed to be happening.

Sitting on her couch, she glared down at her yoga-pants-covered crotch. “You insatiable bitch. You’re getting me into trouble.”

Maybe it wasn’t entirely her poor puff pillow’s fault. Jake was the one who’d started sending the sexy text messages to tempt her into coming over on Sunday afternoon. She had managed not to spend the night at least, but they’d ended up ordering pizza and watching a movie together afterwards, because he’d heard her stomach grumbling and had felt it was only polite to feed her after fucking her brains out.

They’d ended up getting together Monday too after she’d sent him a pic of the sexy shoes she’d worn to work that day.

Then it had just kind of become a pattern.

One of them would text, the texts would turn sexy, then he’d come over to her place or she’d go to his and suddenly she’d realized that they’d spent every night together. Heck, on Thursday morning she’d even tried to gross him out, asking him if he wanted to try the Breakfast of Champions... and instead of being turned off by her crudeness, he’d made them both late to work by diving into her muff tongue first.

Which still hadn’t stopped them from getting together Thursday night where they’d ended up having a quickie in a restroom at a bar, which really shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. In fact, they’d gone to the bar just because Sharon had gone there for happy hour with some people from work and then Jake had texted her. She’d told him where she was, and then the next thing she knew she was skirt up, panties down, and getting pounded from behind while they could hear all the noise from the bar.

Jake was a dirty fucker, he just hid it better than the rest of their friends. And she was loving it.

They didn’t have epic fuck fests every time though. That she really wouldn’t have been able to handle. There was only so much chasm spasming a woman’s body could physically tolerate.

Tonight, though, she was going to Stronghold and she figured he would be there. Hopefully he would be less of a dick than last weekend. There had to be less sexual tension between them at this point, right? Although, being somewhere that they could watch everyone else have sex but couldn’t even touch each other wasn’t going to help.