I stood in the bathroom, my toothbrush moving rhythmically back and forth while I kept my gaze on Brooke in the mirror. Why was I so turned on by this? Am I weird? Does anyone else see an attractive woman brushing her teeth and think that they want to slide their fingers into somewhere else on her at the same pace? No? Just me? Okay, I'll stop.

               We both brushed for a long time. Yes, that was a sign of my nerves, or did we just want to make sure our mouths were nice and clean for this kiss? Probably both, right? But I finally decided that enough was enough, and did the whole rinse and spit thing. Brooke was still brushing, so I just winked at her in the mirror.

               "I'll be waiting in our room whenever you're ready."

               She nodded quickly but kept brushing while a hint of pink rose on her cheeks. Yeah, I wasn't the only nervous one!

               I made my way back to the conference room, straightening up the room a bit while I was there alone. Was I hoping for more than a kiss? Yep. Was I going to try to 'win' the demonstration? Of course. But I had a feeling we'd both lose, and quickly, if she was feeling anything like I was. I just wasn't sure who would moan or whimper first. That was what Hilda said, a lot of the matches are over before they begin because one of the competitors is turned on. In this case, we both seemed to be ready to lose.

               She still wasn't back by the time I got the laptops and papers put away, so I started blowing up the mattress. No, I didn't think we'd end up on that, though I wouldn't mind it we did. I was almost shaking as I put away the electric pump for the mattress, I was so nervous. I could admit it. I really liked Brooke, and I wanted her. I wanted to hear what sounds she made when I was pleasuring her, what her tongue felt like as she did the same to me, and I wanted to know what her skin felt like as it pressed against mine.

I was terrified of what it might mean for us if we did that. Yes, this was our second dinner, but we still hadn't had a chance to really go out. It would be nice to get dressed up and go to a nice meal and then take a walk in the San Francisco Botanical Garden before going back to my place for a nightcap and making love all night.

               Instead, we could conceivably be having our first time together in a matter of minutes in the office.

               But I couldn't deny my attraction anymore. The more time I spent with her, the more I learned about her, the more I realized how much I liked her. Yeah, we'd had some rough times, and we both acknowledged that. But we'd also apologized quickly and honestly, and then made up. Maybe with less pressure from her family, things could be much different. If only we could get to that!

I'd toyed with the idea of talking to the UK office about what was happening here, but they had always let this branch run autonomously and not butted in. But when management is forcing people to do their jobs by threatening the jobs of others, then that is really too far. Would Brooke want me to do that though, since it was her family that would be the ones I'd be ratting out? That could be a quick way to torpedo whatever was happening between us.

Luckily, Brooke came back into the office before my mind got too far down that black hole of negativity. "Hey, welcome back." I smiled up at her as she looked about the office.

"You cleaned up? She asked with a nervous smile.

"Yeah, I figure we've worked enough for the day," I replied, trying to act innocent.

"And you just happened to blow up the mattress?" She smirked now, knowing what I might want.

"Well, I didn't want you to have to worry about it after the demonstration, and I was bored waiting, so I figured I'd be productive." I gave a little embarrassed shrug, not wanting to say anything more than that.

"I'm here now. I guess you should show me what all the fuss is about with the league." She stood there by the table, as though not sure what to do. "So, do we just kiss or something?"

"Nope. There are rules. You can't just kiss. You have to make sure you follow the rules, or you get disqualified and lose," I explained. "I don't think any of the matches last week were DQs, but they do happen." I stood up and walked around the table to stand in front of her. I couldn't help but notice her bit her lower lip as I got closer, and I smiled at the sight.

"No kicking? No punching? What kind of rules?" she asked with a giggle.

"Those are pretty obvious. They're lovers, not fighters," I pointed out. "But you also can't touch below the waist, and that includes your thigh going between their legs. No grabbing butts or breasts. No nails. No choking. Oh, and lips on lips. You can't kiss other places."

"Damn, this is like a high school dance!" Brooke complained. "How do you win?"

"You have to make the opponent moan, or whimper or go weak in the knees."

"That's it?" She arched her eyebrow as she looked me up and down. We were both in jeans, nothing too sexy, but she was in a tee shirt after her trip home, while I was in a white button down shirt. Neither of us were using flesh as a distraction like the real competitors did.

"Yeah, that's it. If you can do that to me before I do it to you, then you win."

"What do I win?" she wondered.

"Win? What do you mean?" I wasn't sure where she was going with that.

"I mean, when they hold the match, they win money right?"

"You want me to pay you if I lose?"

"No!" she yelped. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. But should we make a bet? Nothing crazy, but something that could raise the stakes a little bit."

"Well, what did you have in mind?" I could think of a few things I'd like to bet, but I didn't think that I could be that suggestive yet.

She was silent for a moment, contemplating what the bet should be. "Well, when we're done with the demonstration, the winner can determine what we do next."

I couldn't believe that she proposed that! Was she hoping for more? "With a suggestion like that, I might lose on purpose!"

"You better not!" she slapped my arm in jest. "I want your best kiss! That tongue better be ready for a workout!"

Damn, I really wanted my tongue to have a workout, but it would include a lot more than kissing.  "I think you'll find that my tongue is more than ready for whatever you might need it for."

Yeah, she turned beet red after that. Maybe she wasn't expecting me to be so bold in reply? "I can't believe you said that! Damnit, I was trying to fluster you and you turned it right around!"

Shit. She was just playing with my head! I should have known that wasn't what she wanted. My heart quickly sank, and I gave her the best smile I could. "I'm sorry. Hopefully this isn't too bad."

"I'm sure it will be fun, though I doubt we'd ever be in the league!"

I was so confused! First, she's offering a bet for after the kiss, then says she's flustering me, and now it will be fun? Which of those is what she wants? "Yep. Fun. Might as well get it over with."

"That's it?" she sounded surprised.

"Yeah, now we can see who wins." I was frustrated at myself because it had seemed exciting just a few minutes ago, and now it just seemed like something to get through as quickly as I could. But fuck it, she had wanted this! It was her idea! We obviously needed to work on our communication, but I could go with what she had said before things got weird. If she wanted a kiss, she'd get a kiss. If she wanted a bet for afterwards, that could be arranged as well.

She stood in front of me, looking a little nervous. "And now we kiss?"

I moved closer, so we were less than a foot from her. "That's right. Pucker up."

I stepped into her, remembering how quickly Hilda had taken control of me, and slid my hands around her body. One hand went to the back of her neck, gripping her and pulling her lips to mine as my tongue quickly invaded her mouth, tangling with hers. My other hand went to her back, gripping her waist and pulling her hips tight against mine.

I heard a startled squeak as I did that but ignored it. I didn't think that counted, and I was much too happy to be kissing her to stop now. Her lips were so damned soft, and her tongue so nimble that I didn't think I'd ever want this contest to end. Her lips moved hungrily against mine, and she hummed happily into me. Again, not a sound that sounded like a win. And yet I didn't care about winning any more, I just wanted to keep kissing this woman in my arms.

And then I wanted more. I wanted Brooke, all of her, and I didn't think I could wait. Neither of us were budging here, we were enjoying it too much, and it could be a while before we crowned a winner. I had to fix that.

Shifting my body, I moved my thigh between hers and pressed it into her core at the same time I moved that hand on her waist down to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. I released her mouth with mine, and tilted her head to the side with my other hand, latching onto her neck and trailing kisses up her neck. This all out assault had her release a shuddering moan, and I felt good.

               "Kris... Kris... that was cheating! You broke the rules" she gasped out between her now constant moans.

               "Yeah," I whispered as my thigh ground into her, getting a whimper in return. "You won. So, you get to decide what happens next," I reminded her while I nipped her earlobe.

               "Oh god, don't stop!"

               "Good decision."