I look down and see his hard-on angled up at me. My panties are at my thighs. He’s looking up at me with a mouth covered in my wetness. I let my panties drop to the floor and step out of them.

“Come here,” he says, guiding me to sit on him.

I put one knee next to his left thigh and the other to his right.

“Put it in,” he says, this time with more of a growl to his tone.

My heart is racing, but I need to feel him inside me. That tongue of his really got me amped up. Forget being embarrassed, forget being naked at work. I need this, and I need it now.

When our bodies first make contact, I’m not sure it’s going to work. He’s too big and I’m too swollen from what he’s done to excite me already. But when he pushes up into me, he proves that I’m wrong, wrong, wrong. Again. He fits, but just barely. I lower myself onto him, groaning the whole way as I’m stretched to the max.

“Mmmmm . . .” He obviously enjoys it too. I smile at the look on his face when I lift myself up and come down for another stroke. “May, you’re amazing . . .”

I lean forward and rest my hands on the couch, making it easier to move like I need to. My breasts touch his face.

He takes them in his hands and sucks first one and then the other nipple. The sensation of feeling him inside me, and also his hands and mouth fondling my breasts, is unreal. I move faster to keep up with the need building. He squeezes and kneads. My nipples get harder than they’ve ever been before.

“Kiss me,” he says in a whisper.

I lean down as best I can, but it’s not easy to reach him. I’m about to give up when he grabs me by the waist and flips me over onto my back. He’s above me, positioning one knee in the couch cushion and the other leg on the floor.

“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly.

He sinks all the way into me, even farther than he’d been before. “I’m fucking you, May.”

The hard words and the dangerous look on his face send a rush of sexual energy through me. My muscles spasm and grip him from the inside. His eyes widen as he feels it and then he bites his bottom lip, pushing into me until he can’t go any more.

“Oh my god . . .” I lift my legs and wrap them around him. “Ozzie . . .” It’s a plea. I’m not sure what I’m begging for, but I hope he gives it to me soon.

His thrusts start slow and easy. We kiss, tongues tangling, lips mashing, his late evening beard scratching my chin. I can feel the muscles move beneath the skin of his back. Massive muscles, tense and corded, undulate with the in and out strokes that are slowly building a tension in me that begs to be released. My hands slide down to his hips and his butt where I can push him harder against me. He reads my signals perfectly, slowing at the deepest part, rubbing, drawing away only to bury himself again.

I can feel when he starts to lose control. His sweat begins to drip down onto my belly, where it mingles with mine. His breath comes in pants. His face is an expression of both pain and pleasure.

“Oh, Ozzie,” I cry, feeling like I’m about to explode. I’m not sure where we go from here; I just know I don’t ever want this to stop.

“Come on, baby,” he says, urging me toward something.

I have to move faster. My body demands it. The core of me insists. It’s the only way. The only way to end this sweet torture.

And then he just stops. He freezes. Buried to the hilt, he stops and breathes heavily above me.

“What are you doing?”

“You move now. It’s your turn,” he says.

I lay there under him in confusion. “How can I move when you’re on top?”

He half-shrugs. “I don’t know. See if you can figure it out.”

If this will make him happy, I’m going to do it. Besides, the feeling of his huge hard length inside me is driving me wild. I couldn’t sit still if I wanted to. My hips are already moving.

I tense my pelvis up toward him. With that tiny movement, I feel a sharp but amazing sensation in my core. Pulling away and doing it again makes it happen a second time. I spread my legs farther apart.

“That’s it, baby . . .”

I don’t need his encouragement, but when he speaks to me while I grind up against him, I feel wild. Feral. A little bit savage. I move against him with more urgency, answering to the demand that’s coming from my more primal self. With every thrust up toward him, I take him into me more fully, until the most sensitive part of me is rubbing on his body while his rod stretches me to the fullest.

“Oh my god,” I say as a slow burn starts to build.

“Oh, yeah. Come on, beautiful, come on.” He pushes against me when I come up to him. Together we meet in the middle and I feel him grow even larger inside me.

And then I feel like I’m drowning. An intense fire rages between my legs. He feels it and starts pushing harder, faster. I meet him stroke for stroke, every thrust sending me closer to the edge.

“Ozzie! Ozzie!” I’m clinging to him, afraid I’ll be lost forever if I let go.

“Come for me, baby, come!” he yells.

He pushes into me up to the limit, and then his body starts jerking inside me. I can’t take it anymore. I cry out and hold on to him for dear life. I’m falling over the edge of a very dark cliff and I can’t hold back. It’s finally come for me: the orgasm I never had before but always read about in romance novels.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

When Ozzie is done and I’ve stopped yelling like a crazy person, he collapses on top of me.

“Urph.” It’s about all I can manage. My throat is sore. I think I might have busted a vocal chord or something.

He rolls off both me and the couch and lands on the floor on his back.

“Ow.” He sounds as exhausted as I feel.

I giggle. “Are you okay?”

“I’ll survive. As long as you don’t try to do that to me again anytime soon.”

I lean over and tap him with my fingers. “You did it, not me.”

He reaches up and takes my fingers to kiss them. “Time for bed, Bo Peep. We have work in the morning.”

“What time is it?” I roll onto my side and look for a clock.

“Midnight.”

I sigh and stare up at the ceiling. He lets my hand go, and I slide it up to rest on my chest.

“Happy?” he asks me.

I grin and nod. “Happy.”

“Tired?”

I shake my head. “Not in the least. I feel like I could fly right now.”

“You’re dangerous.”

I love being dangerous. “You’re the one who tricks perfectly nice girls into taking their clothes off and having crazy sex on the couch at work.”

“I didn’t trick you. You tricked me.”

I roll over and stare down at him. “How so?” I pretend to be indignant over his accusation.

“You walked into that bar last week looking all hotsy-totsy in those pants and that shirt, with your little dog, making me think you were a bored housewife looking for a little action . . . come to find out you’re a ruthless, Taser-wielding, singlestick master with a taste for ex-grunts in beards.”

I can’t stop laughing. His characterization of me couldn’t be more ridiculous.

“Why are you laughing? You know I speak the truth.”

“I know you speak nonsense.”

“Name one thing that wasn’t accurate.”

“I hate beards.”

He jumps up off the floor, and before I know what he’s planning, I’ve been swept up into his arms.

“What are you doing?!” I yell. I sound way too happy for him to mistake my reaction for anger.

“I’m bringing you to bed to give you a spanking.”

“Ohhh, a spanking. I’d like to see you try.” I left my Taser in my purse in his bedroom. If he even thinks about spanking my butt, I’m going to light him on fire.

We fly out of the room and down the hall, with me laughing all the way. I feel like I’ve been tazed or something the way I can’t control myself. It’s like all my life the light switch that is the real me has been turned off, and Ozzie somehow figured out how to turn it on. This is me, the real May Wexler, running through a house naked with Ozzie. So, so Crazy Town right now. I am May “the Orgasm Queen” Wexler.