I awoke to the smell of bacon. I turned over to check my phone for the time and was immediately blinded by the light from the sun shining through my window.

"Ah! Jeez!" I exclaimed as I shielded my eyes and glanced at my phone.

9:45 am

It felt like it was 6 am. I sat up and my head started pounding, feeling like there was a tiny person in there with a jackhammer. I held my head while I groggily got up, stripped out of yesterday's clothes and hopped in the shower. I was hoping the hot water would help, but it didn't.

I pulled on my pink, silk robe and headed downstairs. As I rounded the corner to the kitchen, I stopped to admire Sam in his navy blue boxer briefs and white t-shirt that hugged his torso, standing at the stove cooking breakfast. My mouth was watering, but it wasn't because of food.

Sam turned around and caught me staring at him. "Good morning."

I blushed and took a seat at the table. "Morning."

Sam walked over and placed a fresh mug of coffee in front of me. I grabbed the mug with both hands and leaned over it, inhaling its wonderful aroma.

"Mmm...thank you," I said gleefully, as I took a big sip. "This is amazing!"

Sam smiled and went back to the stove. "French vanilla creamer and a little sugar."

I smiled. Sam always did remember the little details about me that no one else, not even my mother, could seem to remember. "Yes. Perfect."

A few minutes later, Sam set down a plate in front of me. It was piled high with bacon, eggs, hash browns and toast. He took the seat across from me while I began devouring the food that laid before me.

"So, about last night," Sam prodded, causing me to choke a little on my toast.

I took a drink of my coffee and cleared my throat. Sam just chuckled.

"It's ok. You were drunk. I understand, but I have to tell you that you were quite comical."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh? How so?"

"Hmm....well, let's just say that you should probably give your poor Uber driver a raving review after accusing him of trying to murder you." Sam laughed.

I winced and shook my head. "God, that's embarrassing."

"Well, you never can be too careful these days. I mean who knows? Maybe if I hadn't been here, he would've took your keys, unlocked the door and stabbed you in the entryway," he teased.

I rolled my eyes at him. "You're an ass."

Sam just laughed.

We ate in silence for a bit after that and I thought about my proposition for him last night.

"I meant what I said," I spoke up.

"About your Uber driver trying to murder you?"

I laughed. "No! About our deal last night."

It was Sam's turn to choke on his food. "Oh, really?"

I looked up from my plate, where I had been rearranging my food subconsciously and nodded. "Yes, really."

"So, you want a sex-only relationship?"

"Yes. I think it's best if that's all it is."

Sam nodded and returned his attention to his plate.

"Is that something that would work for you?" I inquired.

His gaze didn't move from his food. "Sure."

He said "sure", but his tone said "whatever" like a teenager before they storm into their room and slam the door.

"Look, Sam, if you don't want to do it then, we don't have to. It was just a suggestion."

"No. I'm good. We can do it," he said, still with a little attitude to his voice.

"Ok..."

"When do you want this to start?" he asked, cutting me off.

I hadn't really thought about that yet. Last night, I wanted to start immediately, but with the way Sam seems to be taking this new idea of mine, later might be a better option, if at all.

"Well," I started.

Sam got up from the table and moved behind me, taking me by the arm and pulling me into a standing position, facing him.

"Now?" he coaxed, stepping in closer to me.

"I...uh..." I stammered.

His face was just inches from mine now. Not a single part of him was touching me, yet my body was attracted to his, like the pull of two magnets. The smell of his skin was intoxicating. Every fiber of my being wanted him and he knew it.

He ran the back of his hand down the side of my face and his thumb across my bottom lip. I leaned into his touch and licked my lip where his thumb had just been.

"Do you want me, Beth?" Sam asked, startling me from the lack of noise.

I nodded.

Sam grabbed my shoulders and backed me up against the wall, his hands sliding down to my wrists and placing my arms above my head. My breath caught at the sudden movement.

"Say it, Beth. Say you want me," he commanded, his voice low and husky.

His mouth was so close to mine now, that I could lick his lips if I wanted to. My heart was hammering out of my chest. My whole body was begging me to give in to him. I knew once I said yes, there was no going back. I couldn't make a deal with him to get what I want then, turn around and renege on it. It was now or never. Could Sam and I just be a sex-only couple?

"Sam, I want you," I whispered.

His lips brushed against mine gently as he pressed his body into me. I could feel how much he wanted me. "What was that? I couldn't hear you."

He placed a kiss on my jawline, behind my ear. Electricity crackled throughout my body and struck me at my core.

"I want you, Sam," I spoke louder.

Sam stepped back slightly and tugged on the strap of my robe, causing it to fall open and reveal my naked body. He licked his lips as he looked me over. Then, he ran his hand down the center of my body, in between my breasts, stopping at my mound. He took a step towards me and using his other hand, peeled my robe back to expose my shoulder. He proceeded to kiss, lick and suck on it, running a trail across my collarbone and up my neck

"Mmm..." I moaned, closing my eyes.

His teeth brushed against my skin. "Say it again," he demanded.

"I want you, Sam."

He ran his fingers through my folds and teased my opening. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes," I replied, breathlessly.

Sam inserted his finger only slightly and swirled it around. "Say it louder," he said into my neck.

The feel of his body against mine, his hands touching me, his hot breath tickling my skin- was all so overwhelming. I was getting wetter by the second and he reveled in that.

"Yes! I want you, Sam! I want you inside me, now!" I cried out.

He gave me an evil grin, stripped out of his boxers and picked me up, placing his member at my opening. He wrapped his big arms around my back and pressed his lips to my lips, entangling his tongue with mine. Then, he pushed me down onto him, filling me instantly.

"Oh!!" I yelled against his mouth.

He slammed himself into me over and over again, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy. He moved us to the table, laying me down on top of it. Plates fell to the ground, but I didn't hear them break.

I wrapped my legs around his back and my arms around his neck, pulling him as tight to me as I could. My breasts slapped him in the face as he pounded into me harder and harder. The pressure was building inside me as he increased his speed.

Then, the dam opened up and I flooded us, as I climaxed like I had never done before. I felt him jerk against me shortly after, exploding inside me, yanking me down on him so he could get as deep as possible inside me.

"Unh..." Sam moaned.

We laid there a moment, sweaty and breathless, staring at each other.

"I should probably get ready for work," Sam said as he climbed off of me.

I got up and scrambled to find my robe, pulling it on. "Ok, yeah, I'll get this kitchen cleaned up and start looking for work myself," I said as I started collecting the plates off of the floor.

Sam came over to me and knelt down to help pick up chunks of egg, bacon and toast. "Why are you gonna look for a different job? You can still have your current job if you want it."

I sighed. "I can't be your office manager forever, Sam. It's time I move on."

"We started this company together, Beth. It's just as much yours as it is mine."

"I know, Sam, but I need to do something different with my life."

His expression saddened. "I understand."

We carried the mess to the sink and set the plates on the counter.

"Go, Sam. I got this. You have clients and employees waiting for you and I have taken up way too much of your time already this morning," I said, faking a smile.

"I can help you do dishes if you like," he said, sweetly.

"No, Sam. I got it. It's almost noon. You open soon. I don't want you to be late."

Sam searched my eyes with a furrowed brow. "You're sure?"

"Yes! Go!" I laughed.

Sam placed a light kiss on my cheek and I closed my eyes with a somber smile.

When I heard Sam's footsteps retreat up the stairs, I finally opened my eyes, allowing a single tear to fall.

"You can do this, Beth," I told myself. "The more you do it, the more natural it will become and the less heart wrenching it will feel."

I hope....