Friday flew by in a blur. The office was busy. She tended to a steady stream of regular and emergency patients, each who got her undivided attention. It was all consuming.

On top of that, in between appointments, she did her best to respond to texts from the event planner asking for decisions on various last-minute details. The poor woman was very obviously frustrated with Emmerson's inattention which was coming through loud and clear in her messages. Ultimately, she decided it was best to put the event planning maven out of her misery and told her she had carte blanche.

By the time Emmerson had seen her last patient she was exhausted. But there was still more work to do before she could leave for the day. She sat down at her desk to finish off some paperwork, which of course ended up taking much longer than she'd expected. By the time she looked up, it was after seven and she was starving. She called her favourite Vietnamese restaurant and ordered takeout to pick-up on the way home.

As she trudged to her car, her feet ached, and she realized she had a crick in neck. Probably from the weird angle she had to use to get at a cracked filling earlier in the day. It was an occupational hazard, which was why she had a standing appointment with one of the best massage therapists in the city.

She let out a sigh as she slumped into the driver's seat, thankful she was finally on her way home. She pressed the starter, and nothing happened. Well, not nothing. There were some clicking sounds and the dash lit up with a myriad of warning lights she'd never seen before.

Swearing under her breath, she popped the hood. She had no idea what she was looking for. She hoped something obvious would stand out, like a tube hanging loose, or a cap to screw on. But she knew she was kidding herself and gave an exasperated sigh.

At least I'm getting the most out of her AAA membership this year, she thought to herself. Then she remembered Ezra. Sexy, strong, beefcake Ezra. She'd entered his contact info in her phone 'just in case.'

"City towing," an unfamiliar gruff voice answered.

"Oh, I'm looking for Ezra, I must have the wrong number..." she said hesitantly.

"Yup, you've got him," the voice softened a little.

"It's Emmerson... Zach's sister... you gave me a boost last weekend..."

"Hey Emme! This is a nice surprise to hear from you. What's up?"

"Well, I wish this was a social call... but it appears I need a boost... again," she said with a laugh.

She dropped a pin to Ezra with her location. Coincidentally, he said he was just minutes away. Sure enough, in less than five minutes he pulled into the parking lot.

"What did I tell you about the battery?" he chided as he strode toward her with open arms and his gorgeous dimples on display.

He pulled her into a hug, making tsking noises and she couldn't help but inhale his musky familiar scent. One time, he'd forgotten a t-shirt at their house and she'd slept in it for a full week until her mom did laundry and 'helpfully' found and returned Ezra's shirt.

"I know, I know," she muttered suddenly feeling like the lovesick teenager she'd been around him back in the day.

As Ezra leaned into the hood of the car, his t-shirt pulled taut across his torso displaying the curvature of his muscular physique. Emmerson stood behind him admiring the view. He leaned into the engine further, inadvertently thrusting his jean-clad ass into the air. She suddenly didn't feel so tired anymore.

"Shit Emme, I don't think it's your battery. It looks like it's your alternator. That's an expensive fix," he said turning to face her as he wiped his hands off on his well-worn denim.

"Damn," she said frowning, really trying to pull her thoughts together and stop the fantasies dancing through her head from clouding her thoughts. "Well, I'm starving. I need to get something to eat and then I can figure out the car," she said kicking one of the front tires.

Ezra laughed. "You have always had a good appetite!"

"What can I say," Emmerson said with a shrug, "I have a hunger that can't be satiated."

Ezra did a double take and Emmerson smiled back at him innocently.

"Ok. I have a plan. Can you tow my car to the garage on Second Street, which also happens to be by the Vietnamese place? I'll pay for your services, I promise. I can grab a cab from there."

"Don't be ridiculous. I will tow your car, get your food and drop you off right on your doorstep. And it won't cost you a penny."

Emmerson thought, awe how sweet, until he added, "remember, triple-A! it's so worth the membership, right?"

Ezra set to work hitching her car up. She tried not to stare as he repeatedly squatted, bent, stretched, and yes, even grunted, as he worked to attach cables and maneuver levers. Despite no longer being a professional athlete, he certainly still looked like one.

Riding beside him in the truck, they slipped back into their old banter and caught up on people they still knew from school. They dropped her car off at the garage and picked up the delicious smelling food.

"I think I'm going to drool all over myself," Ezra said as delicious aromas began to fill the cab of the truck. "I'm starving! It's been such as busy day."

"Me too," sighed Emmerson. "I have to say I'm surprised that the towing business is busy."

"I've learned it really comes down to relationships in this town. Playing football, I made a ton of connections and some people still remember me."

Emmerson laughed. "I don't doubt it. All the girls were in love with you in high school and all the guys wanted to be you in high school and then of course that all continued when you played pro ball."

"Really?" Ezra asked, sounding genuinely surprised. "Not all the girls though," he said, choosing to just focus on that one aspect of her comment.

Emmerson rolled her eyes dramatically. "If you're saying you didn't know that I was the founder and president of the Ezra Goldstein fan club, then I'd call you a liar sir," Emmerson said shaking her head and they both laughed.

"I may have had an inkling that you thought I was cute or something," he said good naturedly. "But your brother would have had my balls in a sling if I'd ever made a move on his baby sister."

Emmerson felt a frisson of excitement. It sounded like Ezra had maybe been interested in her at one time too.

They pulled up in front of Emmerson's house and it seemed only natural to invite him to share in her take out feast. He was appreciative and she could tell he was meekly trying to find a way to decline the invitation, maybe as a final nod of respect to her brother's overprotective wishes.

"Yes, I'd love that," he said finally. "That food smells fucking amazing!"

Ezra opened the door of the truck to help Emmerson down and she clumsily fell right into his arms. He caught her and held on a moment too long. She looked up and met his warm brown eyes. Eyes so familiar it was like coming home.

Their lips met and it was the moment Emmerson had spent her entire puberty (and then some) dreaming about. Fireworks, that was how she would describe it. His hands moved to her hips. She was still clutching the bag of food in one hand but managed to dig her other hand into his back pocket, just like she'd dreamed of doing.

They staggered into the house, panting and writhing like horny teenagers. She led him toward her bedroom, each dropping pieces of clothing as they went.

They stood completely naked in front of each other caressing and kissing. Ezra pressed his hardness against Emmerson's thigh, and she reached out to gently stroke the smooth skin. He let out an animalistic groan and gently brought her breasts together with his hands so he could alternate between licking nipples. Emmerson's legs began to shudder, and he deftly swept her into his arms and placed her on the bed.

There was little speaking. Just moans and sighs as they explored each other's bodies. Licking, stroking, massaging. Emmerson managed to find herself positioned face-to-face his gorgeous, throbbing cock. She greedily grabbed it with both hands and plunged him into her mouth.

"Oh my god!" Ezra called out with ecstasy. It didn't take him long to pull himself together and she heard him mutter something like, "two can play at this game."

For a moment, her visions went white hot and she gasped with pleasure. Ezra was face deep in between her legs, his tongue lazily rotating around her clit, one thumb gently teasing her, slipping in and sliding out. Over and over this continued as Emmerson tried her best to keep working her mouth over the tip and around the girth but damn, it was very distracting with him doing those things to her and she was so wet.

"Ok, that's it," she gasped. "I need you inside me. Now!" she growled.

Ezra nuzzled further between her legs, his tongue tantalizingly arousing.

"Seriously Ezra," Emmerson was enjoying being in the power position. "I want you to fuck me and fuck me right now," she said gently tugging at his hair.

He laughed as he maneuvered himself around and lazily kissed his way from her pelvic bone up to her collarbone.

"You like being in charge Emme?" he whispered, his hot breath tickling her ear.

"Damn straight I do," she said grabbing at him a little more forcefully and attempting to guide him inside her. But he was stronger and he wanted to show her exactly who was in charge. He took his sweet time, entering her as slowly as he could stand, which took all her strength because he also couldn't wait to get inside her.

They gasped in unison as he thrust the full length of his shaft fully into her and they rocked in unison. It was a feeling unlike anything she'd ever experienced. He was so fit and she so nimble their sexual prowess was nearly a perfect match.

He was a complete gentleman and made sure Emmerson came first before collapsing with his own orgasm. They lay side-by-side panting before Emmerson rolled over and lay her chin on his chest and asked, "food?"

Emmerson thought it would feel awkward sitting across from each other. But on the contrary, it felt totally comfortable. They chatted as if they hadn't just had earth shattering sex, that is until Emmerson asked Ezra if he wanted dessert. When he asked what she had in mind, she dropped her robe and headed for the bedroom. Ezra willingly followed.