"What are you doing?" Lola asked as she entered his office.

"Nothing." Erasmo responded as he stared intensely at his screen and slowly scrolled down.

"I have to hand it to you cuz." Lola grinned as she walked around the couch, her coffee with more than a splash of whiskey in hand. "You've really been on top of it these past couple of weeks."

"I know." He spoke, even though by his tone you could see he was preoccupied with whatever was in front of him.

"Going to the meetings without complaining, handling the complaints, reassuring the customers....honestly doing all these behind the scene work....just like the old days." Her heels stopped as she stood behind her younger cousin. "Who's Fabian Weber?"

"Potential applicant." Erasmo replied without missing a beat.

Lola cocked her head to the side. "He looks familiar....I've seen his face somewhere." she shrugged and went to sit on the edge of her cousin's desk. "Look, Rasso.....sorry about getting on your case last time."

Erasmo finally looked up from the desktop to focus on his 5'8 newly redhaired cousin, with her matching red lips.

She sighed. "You know about wanting a girlfriend and your old girlfriends----"

"They weren't my girlfriends." He cut her off.

"Whatever, your old playthings, those girls. You really liked Kioy so I know it really affected..." She brushed it off. Sighing, she took a sip of her coffee before returning to the conversation. "You're right, you've had two years to get your shit together and you've been faithfully attending therapy and honestly...." She shrugged and smiled. "How about we put all that in the past. And I gladly accept your new girlfriend. Maybe I should meet her." She extended her hand.

Erasmo squinted his eyes at her and leaned back in his chair. "What?" He nodded at her. "What do you want? Lola Peters doesn't apologize unless she wants something."

Lola shook her head. "No, I'm honestly happy...so happy that I told my guard dog to get off your case and let you breathe. I don't care how many nights you sleepover at your girlfriend's place, or your late morning wake-ups that have apparently not affected our clienteles."

Erasmo arched an eyebrow at her.

"You got 25 people to sign up last week on video conferences alone!" Lola beamed. "Like... 10-minute sessions and everything. It's like....It's like...." She grinned. "It's like you from 7 years ago."

She reached out and tapped her little cousin's cheek. "Welcome back."

Erasmo hesitated slightly and cleared his throat.

"So, when do I get to meet this wonderful Jaylen Campbell?" Lola sipped her coffee.

"You really want to meet her?" Erasmo asked slowly.

Lola nodded. "Yep. She must be really special right?" She asked. "I mean, she knows your job and what you do, and yet, has no problems with it. Takes a real woman."

Erasmo sighed and rubbed his thumb against his bottom lip, his eyes shifting back to his desktop. "What if...I think she's special....but she doesn't really think I'm that special?" He asked carefully.

Lola frowned. "And why would you say that?"

He immediately shrugged, his eyes shifting to his desktop screen once more. "Never mind."

Lola narrowed her eyes and looked at her cousin's desktop for a couple of seconds. "Rasso......who's Fabien Weber?" She asked slowly.

Erasmo sighed. "You see, she used to work from home, and now she doesn't...and she's always in the office." He spoke up. "I told her, I love her." He groaned and pressed the heel of his palms against his eyes. "I'm so fucking stupid. Ever since I've said that, it's been two weeks, she's constantly busy-----"

"Please tell me Fabian Weber is a future applicant." Lola cut him off seriously.

"He is." Erasmo shrugged.

"RASSO!" She pushed his chair away and grabbed his mouse, frantically scrolling through the pages and then his search history. "Do not do anything stupid."

Erasmo sighed and locked his hands ontop of his head. "Maybe I'm suffocating her. Maybe I'm too much. I'm too much." He spoke up. "Maybe I need to act like some wannabe rapper and then she wouldn't be so busy for me." He dropped his hands. "I'm clingy...I'm too fucking clingy." He groaned and spun his chair around.

Lola sighed. "Are you about to do a background check on everybody she's ever come in contact with?" satisfied that his history hadn't revealed anything crazy, she turned back around. "That's not what these resources are for."

"I'm trying to do it right." He insisted.

"Then stop fucking stalking her." Lola groaned. "Does she know you've researched her entire fucking family?"

Erasmo grabbed the mouse from his cousin and closed the tabs that Lola had found in the history. "I didn't research her entire family." He muttered. "Her older brother works for the FBI, and I couldn't get that clearance."

Lola reached out and hit the back of his head. "Don't fucking get us flagged."

Erasmo sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "I'm doing this wrong, aren't I?" He whispered, dropping his head and closing his eyes. "It's like every time we get so close....something comes up."

Lola stepped back and took a hearty sip of her coffee as she watched his desperation. After a full minute she reluctantly leaned back on his desk. "Look, you know I'll say it's better to be single."

"That's cause Rosalie broke your heart 10 years ago." He muttered.

"Anyways!" Lola rolled her eyes at him. "Just....just be yourself." she whispered. "It sounds cliché but you're not my favorite cousin for no fucking reason."

Erasmo chuckled dismissively.

"I'm serious." She responded softly. Lola waited until her cousin made eye contact with her again. "Not the Erasmo personality that you do for this fucking app, but...yourself self...."

He shifted his eyes away from her and looked down. "My self self is needy..."

"And Nana and I still love you. You don't have to be some casanova for somebody you truly like." Lola reached out and ran her hand over his soft hair. "Don't fuck it up."

Erasmo shook his head and pushed her hand away. "I'll be whoever she wants me to be." He replied confidently. "That's how I don't fuck it up."

Lola threw her hand up. "Why do I bother?" She asked out loud. "And why do you bother even telling me? You still do whatever you want." She got off his desk. "Just stay on track with the work and do whatever the fuck you want with your girlfriend...that won't last because you're doing the same old shit." she turned and walked away, seeing that Erasmo's focus had once more returned intensely to his desktop screen. She watched him for a couple seconds as she held on to the door handle.

"Rasso..."

"What?"

"You swear this is different, but it won't be if you do the same shit you've always done." she offered up gently. Her cousin stopped typing. She gave him a knowing look before letting herself out of his office.

Erasmo stared at the email he was composing to Mr. Weber, inviting him to the app as a sponsor. He reread the first two sentences before sighing loudly and sitting back. Erasmo clicked the button on the upper left-hand corner and deleted the message reluctantly. "Fuck." He whispered.

**

"Okay so tomorrow, I can't have lunch with you." I replied as I stole a salmon sushi from his plate.

Erasmo took my California roll off my plate and dipped it in his wasabi soysauce mix. "No?"

I shook my head as I chewed. "Nahlia and I would usually do lunch three times a week and this is the second time, I've canceled. Hoes before bros."

Erasmo chuckled. "Okay fine." Instead of eating the sushi, he shook off the remaining sauce and held up his chopsticks to my face. "Here you go porky."

I rolled my eyes but opened my mouth and accepted the sushi heartily, my lips closing over his chopsticks. "Okay this sushi place is 10 times better than Tokyo House, and it's so close to my work." I nodded, chewing contently. "You were right." I looked down at my watch and quickly grabbed my water. "Fuck...I got to get back to work before Mr. Torres skins me alive."

"Strict boss huh?" Erasmo asked softly.

"The strictest." I groaned and washed down the sushi with the water, clearing my throat. "Like I get it, you're punctual and everybody wants a boss who's on top of his shit, but he's such a perfectionist...like it's good and it's bad." I reached down and grabbed my purse. "Joseph was two minutes late for the meeting yesterday and he sent him home. Said he had no time for slackers." I widened my eyes. "As much as I complain, I actually really like my job and am not about to get sent home without pay by a guy with a stick up his ass."

Erasmo chuckled.

I shot up and leaned over and pressed my lips against his. To my surprise, he pulled my lips into his mouth and prolonged the kiss. I smiled against him and pulled back. "What did I tell you about kissing me like that?" I joked.

"Maybe you could stay in my condo during the weekdays or something." He stated quickly. "It'll save you about 8 minutes commute wouldn't it."

My eyes widened at the proposal. The fact that it hadn't even crossed my mind and all of what that one statement entailed. I bit down on my bottom lip. "We'll talk about it."

"Think about it."

I smiled. "Bye." I poked his cheek and he grinned.

"Think about it." He called out again as I waved at him.

"Thanks for lunch!" I blew him a kiss and walked out my heart racing. Stay at his place? Stay at his place? Were we there? Maybe not all weekday...maybe once or twice. I mean, I really hadn't been seeing him as often as I would have liked. But after today, with closing the deal, we could spend more time together. I'm pretty sure Mr. Torres will take a couple steps back and let us breathe once everything is set. All that revising and drafts being sent back and forth.

I picked up the pace as I crossed the street to our office. Maybe I should treat Erasmo to something nice. What would he like? He's been seeming a bit down late. Maybe it's just me but the brief times these past two weeks we've met, he seemed almost desperate...almost needy. But maybe it was just me. Maybe it was me projecting...me wanting him to need me.

Wait what?

I wanted him to need me? Since when? I don't think, I've thought like this before in my life. But there was something about Erasmo that I wanted him...begging? What the fuck had I turned into? Was it why on Monday after my workout with Craig, it was satisfying telling him I was too tired to meet. Or after Dakota had me working the pole, I really lost track of time and had to cancel dinner. I had felt a twinge of satisfaction at the disappointment in his voice.

What kind of person was I turning into?

And the simple fact that he asked that I stay at his place during the weekday, just to supposedly save 8 minutes of commute...had gotten me a little wet. He was saying what I didn't know I needed him to say. The way he looks at me----

"Glad somebody knows punctuality."

I almost jumped as I snapped out of my thoughts to focus on Mr. Torres standing by my door with his folders in hand.

I looked at my watch. "I'm five minutes early." I stated.

He smiled and opened my door. "A minute later and you would have been late."

I stared at him in surprise as he walked into my office. Was that an actual smile? Was he human after all? And all it took was 5 minutes before schedule? Well, it would have been nice to know this 3 weeks ago.

I stepped into my office and left the door partial ajar for my two colleagues that were obviously going to get the Mr. Torres frown at what he considered late. No wonder he'd sent Joseph yesterday.

**

"I can't do this." I whispered laying my head down on my desk.

Winona groaned as she adjusted her glasses. "I'm gonna quit." She whispered, clasping her hands together. "This is too much on my blood pressure."

"Wait." Mr. Torres put his hand up. He adjusted his tie slightly but other than that, didn't give any inkling that he was as concerned about the outcome of the deal as we were.

Gideon leaned back in his chair and nervously brushed off his suit. "It's okay guys, we have this in the bag."

"Why are they taking so long to call back?" I whispered.

"Wait." Mr. Torres repeated calmly, his hand still up.

I groaned and looked at the time on my desk. Thank God, we got paid overtime, because my ass would have been walked out 2 hours ago. Slapping my hands down, I stood up. "Okay, I'm leaving----"

We all froze as the phone rang.

Mr. Torres calmly picked up the phone and adjusted his tie once more. "Yes."

I slowly sat back down and brought my hands against my cheek.

"Yes of course. Understood."

I dropped my head.

"Thank you. We'll reach out."

Winona leaned back in her chair. "Motherfuckers." She whispered as Mr. Torres slowly put down the phone and turned to us. A second past and then another as he took a deep breath.

Manuel Torres rubbed his temple and exhaled loudly. "Great job."

"Wait...Yes?" I whispered.

He nodded. "Find another sponoser, apparently there is recent bad blood between Hyun and Kawalski since yesterday, but they're accepting the proposal."

"Why did you make it seem like they rejected!" Winona exclaimed letting out a deep breath.

I closed my eyes and moaned in relief.

"Ms. Campbell, find another sponser by the end of the day, you're still be on overtime."

Money, money, Money. My eyes shot open. "My cousin works for Stone Corporations." I replied. "With some heavy bribing....I could ask her to put in a good word with the C.E.O."

Mr. Torress eyes widened in what I believe was impressiveness.

I smiled smugly. "I literally only keep her for extreme emergencies. She's pretty intense."

"Call. Now." He nodded. He turned. "Let's get this over with. Winona, Gideon, see you Monday."

"Monday?" Winona screeched and shot up. "Mr. Torres, you don't have to tell me twice! Congrats team, Winona out!"

Gideon nodded happily. "Honestly Mr. Torres, I hope you stick around." He shook his hand eagerly.

"Tika." I grinned into the phone as Mr. Torres sat down calmly across from me. "Hey cuz....I need the biggest favor in the world." I pleaded. There was no way I could fail now. Not with him waiting eagerly on her answer. "I need your boss as a sponsor."

I saw Mr. Torres, adjust his tie. Was that his indication of nervousness?

I held my phone to my ear. "I know...I'll owe you. I swear....promise....and yes I'll do your taxes....why are you...stop making me beg....okay....fuck you're the best." I whispered relieved. "I'll send you the proposal to look over. Okay...great...love ya...tell Scooter I said.....oh what do you mean it's over over? Since when?" I asked curiously. "Scooter is head over heels.....okay sheesh I won't say his name-----"

I turned to Mr. Torres tapping my desk urgently.

"Okay, I'm still at work. I gotta go. Stop being hardheaded and talk to Scooter. Love ya." I quickly hung up and smiled up at him. "She said that she'll ask but she's not sure...but she thinks she can get Toshiyo Inc to agree, she's on her way to Japan right now actually."

For the first time, Mr. Torres posture relaxed and he sighed. "Thank you." He whispered.

I blinked in surprise. What the hell was going on? He thanked me?

"Jaylen?"

I looked up at the two knocks on my door. My eyes widened. "Erasmo!" I grinned. "What are you doing here?

Mr. Torres whirled around.

"I went to your house, you weren't picking up your phone so-----Manuel?" Erasmo eyes landed on my boss.

Who stared back at my boyfriend, eyes wide, a tint of red appearing around his neck. "Mr. Marino..." Mr. Torres adjusted his tie. "What a pleasant surprise."

Erasmo looked back and forth from my supervisor to me. But I stared at him dumbly. What the actual fuck? My heart sank to my stomach as I cocked my head to the side. "Uhm....you two know each other?"

Erasmo blinked and to my surprise it seemed as if Mr. Torres blushed and shot out of his seat. He gave me a quick awkard nod. "Great closing on the deal today Ms. Campbell. You too take a rest, Send me the updated proposal and I shall see you Monday."

I looked from my boss to Erasmo and then back again. Erasmo hadn't stopped staring at Mr. Torres as he quickly gathered his folders.

What was actually happening here?

"Manuel....you're my girlfriend's boss." Erasmo stated casually as if he couldn't read the awkwardness of the room.

"Ah, your girlfriend...yes...I do...I do recall."

Wait what? My eyes widened as I turned to Mr. Torres who was not meeting my eyes. Recall? Recall? I turned to Erasmo in confusion, but his eyes weren't focused on me. He made his way to me slowly as I tried to process, exactly what in the fuck was going on in my office.

"Manuel's your boss." Erasmo finally turned to me. "Torres...ahhh...he's Mr. Torres..."

"How do you two know each other?" I asked, already knowing the answer. I could sense it. How else would Erasmo know him? Jesus fucking....my mind was whirling at the familiarity of why his name had rung a bell in the beginning.

"I should be on my way." Mr. Torres nodded. "You two have a nice evening."

I watched as my prim and proper boss almost scuttled out of my office, closing the door behind him purposefully. The door shutting caused me to turn and look up at Erasmo in confusion.

He stared back at me with a neutral expression.

I squinted my eyes.

He cocked his head to the side, reading my face.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he simply waited, almost curiously.

I pointed to the door slowly. Erasmo looked back at the now closed door and then slowly turned back to me.

"Uhm...." My voice trailed off as I tried to gather all the thoughts racing in my mind to the endless possibilities that could have been the cause of this situation.

Without talking, Erasmo slowly put his hands in his pocket and waited for me to make the first move.

Oh fuck it. "Are you fucking, my boss?" I asked shrugging. I mean, he was a dream provider. That's what he did right?

Erasmo calmly took a step back, his body a bit stiff, hands still in pocket. "Would it bother you, if I was?" He asked slowly and cautiously.

That's when I recognized the look. He was putting his guard up. He'd expected that question from me. Did he think I was upset? Was I upset? No....yes....I don't know....maybe confused.

"Uhm...honestly..." I spoke up as he watched me carefully. Those green eyes remained on my unwavering. "I don't know....it's.....weird." I squinted. "Strange....." I looked away from him and focused on the spot Mr. Torres stood. "Honestly, he's so uptight that....I can't even imagine him having sex." I whispered as I thought outloud.

"Are you upset?"

I turned back to Erasmo almost forgetting he was in the room. "I don't know." I replied honestly. "I really don't know how to feel in this moment." I hit my desk and stood up with a huge sigh. "Ask me again after a full glass of wine-----"

My sentence was cut off as he cupped my face and pressed his lips eagerly against mine. I automatically kissed him back as he moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around my body to pull us closer.

"Whoa...whoa..." I chuckled and pulled my head back slightly. "What's up with you?"

He bit down on his bottom lip. "Can I....can I please taste you?" He whispered.

My eyes widened. "Right now?" I looked around my office.

To my surprise, Erasmo grabbed my waist firmly and hoisted my up on my desk.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed as my ass, landed on the cherry wood desk and stepped between my legs. "Hey!" I laughed. "You don't have to fuck me just because you're fucking my boss."

Instead of answering he dropped to his knees and pushed my skirt up to my hips.

"Erasmo, I'm serious....it's okay." But I scooted as he pulled my thong down my butt and all the way off, getting hooked momentarily on my left heel.

"You're upset." He whispered, scooting my ass on the edge of the desk.

"I'm not upset---"

"And if I upset you, maybe I need to be put in my place." He replied, his breath warming my thighs. "Right between your thighs."

What the hell had I gotten myself into? I couldn't protest as he parted my legs and dove with determination. My mouth parted in excitement and fear. I had floor to ceiling windows but at this hour, the business across was already gone. I looked out the window to be sure, as I bit down a moan. But not only that, my door was closed but not locked. What if somebody walked back in here.... "Ohhh...." I closed my eyes and grabbed his head. Fuck, that tongue. I leaned back, supporting myself with one hand as my other hand tangled in his hair. What had I ever done to deserve this?

"That feels so good..." I whispered breathlessly as I pressed his face further into me. I hadn't even been thinking of sex. I hadn't even been thinking of his lips and that tongue work, but the slurping noises and the wetness of his tongue, caused my nipples to harden almost to the point it ached. I rotated my hips, this time using both my hands to grab his head as I used my abs to lean back without falling.....for a minute.

I wasn't an exceptional athlete. My legs parted wider as slowly let myself fall back on my desk. He followed as he lifted himself partially. My breathing heavy as I tried to hold it in, staring up at the ceiling but it seemed to be moving. He twirled and sucked on my clit as he entered two fingers into me.

I wanted to tell him, that I didn't think that I was upset. That I was just confused and caught off guard. He didn't have to do this....but then again....maybe he did. He did because it was a sin for this talent to go to waste.

"Erasmo...." I moaned loudly, holding his head in tightly between my thighs as intense waves of pleasures built and built, until it cascaded through my body, causing me to bite down hard on my bottom lip as my abs contracted and released. I refused to scream out in my office, I refused. There were still people in the building. God, there were people in the building and somebody could walk in and see us.....I moaned louder as another unexpected flow of pleasure hit me from the thought alone.

I heaved as he kissed my thighs and rubbed my sides. "Was that good?" He whispered.

I moaned in agreement and closed my eyes. Sighing loudly from contentment.

"Did I do a good job?" he asked, rising to his feet and pulling me up to his body. The lower half of his face from his nose to his chin seemed to glisten with my juices.

"The best." I replied lazily. So good, I wanted to pass out just for a few minutes.

Erasmo hugged me as he kissed me, allowing me to taste and smell myself on his lips. His hand fumbled between our bodies, brushing against my sex and I didn't know exactly what he was doing until, I felt his erection poke at my entrance.

Damn he was this hard? I kissed him more as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Erasmo immediately slammed inside me, holding my waist close to his body as he fucked me fast and hard.

Oh shit. I gasped and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, gripping my waist tightly as he leaned me back slightly digging deeper inside me.

His panting caused me to once again, feel my orgasm on the horizon.

"Oh God...yes...." I cried into his shoulder as I squeezed my eyes shut. This was too good. This was way too fucking good.

"Jaylem...Jaylen..." He panted, his voice getting rougher with every breath.

Please say my name like that for the rest of my life.

"I'm sorry I forgot to leave----"

No! This cannot be happening.

I squeezed my eyes even tighter, refusing to look at the intruder, the footsteps that had entered the room. I couldn't stop, my orgasm was....right....there....

Erasmo not missing a beat gasped as we came simultaneously, fucking me across the desk hard. Groaning loudly, as the door once more closed with a soft thud.

We held on to each other as we tried to catch our breaths. I finally allowed my eyes to open, but refused to release him of look back.

No way in hell had that just happened.

"Erasmo..." I whispered.

He kissed my neck and held me. "Yeah...."

"That was my boss wasn't it?"

"Yeah..." he replied kissing my neck again.

"I'm so fired." I whispered as I felt his dick twitch inside me.

To my surprise Erasmo hugged me even tighter, not slipping out of me. "You liked it." He whispered. "Getting caught."

"Now, is not the time. My life is on the line." I whispered, still feeling the aftermath of my orgasm. My voice low and peaceful, not quite connecting with the extremity of the situation at hand.

"Jaylen?"

"Yes."

"He likes to watch."

"Huhmmm?" I responded softly in confusion, still trying to get myself out of my orgasm induced tranquil state.

"Manuel." Erasmo slowly pulled back, his limp dick now slipping out of me as we made eye contact. "He likes to watch."

My eyes widened as I tried to comprehend what Erasmo was telling me.

He sweetly pecked my lips and smiled. "Do you want to work from home? And a raise?"

My mouth dropped open.

**

"Wait! Wait!" I put my hand on his bare chest. The sheet, sliding down to reveal my breasts as I propped my head up to look at him. "So, you mean to tell me that Mr. Torres is a virgin?"

Erasmo lifted his eyes from my exposed breast and grinned. "Yeah, as far as we all know his never had sex. He's literally never penetrated anybody or anything on this earth."

"That's impossible." I replied.

"It's all in his head." Erasmo replied. "I'm not a therapist but it definitely links to his nanny. Who raised him by the way. This strict devout catholic lady who ingrained into his head since he was a kid that sex was bad."

"Okay but we all basically had that thought as a kid." I replied. "But then our teenage years come around and well, it's not so much bad, it's...don't get caught."

"I think it got worse." Erasmo replied. "Like he doesn't touch us....or himself." He moved his arm to wrap around my neck. "He gets off on reprimanding and watching and then goes takes a shower to...cleanse himself and we leave."

"He dreams..." I stated slowly. "Of watching other people have sex but reprimands them."

Erasmo nodded. "Yeah." He chuckled. "I can't believe I didn't put two and two together, that he was your boss." He shook his head. "He's always very shy and nice....didn't match the description you were giving him."

Erasmo brought his arm from my shoulder a little lower so he could playfully cup my left breast and give it a squeeze. "I almost thought you probably had a thing going on with your new boss." He admitted softly.

I gasped. "Whatever gave you that idea?" I laughed in shock. "I literally told you he was on my ass since day one."

Erasmo's thumb brushed several times over my nipple, causing the bud to harden in response as he squeezed it lightly. He sighed. "I don't know." He whispered, turning in bed and leaning his head into the crook of my neck.

"You're too sexy to be this insecure." I hit his shoulder. "I should be the one frantic that everyone I met has probably been introduced to your dick."

Instead of answering, he simply lowered his head, mouth parted slightly as he slipped my nipple into his mouth.

I smiled and closed my eyes at the sensation of his warm mouth and wet tongue sucking on me.

"Not everyone." He whispered against my breast before sucking on it again.

I opened my eyes gently rubbed his head, tingles of pleasure rippling through my chest and stomach. "Does this comfort you?"

Eyes closed, he nodded and hugged against me tighter.

"Me too." I whispered.

Erasmo stopped sucking and opened his eyes to look up at me. Such beautiful intense green eyes, filled with a flash of emotions, before he smiled and released my breast. "I love you." He whispered, scooting back up my body to kiss me softly.

"I thought we weren't saying that." I whispered against his lips.

He frowned as if thinking. "Really? Because I thought you said you love me too."

"I highly doubt I said I love you."

"You did." He replied confidently.

I giggled and shook my head. "Nope, I have a 3 month dating rule----"

"You said it." He grinned, brushing his nose against mine. "I love you, and you love me."

"Damn, had I known you were such a sap---"

He chuckled. "You love me. Say it. Just say it."

I smirked and cupped his face. "Mommy loves you."

Erasmo froze as his eyes locked with mine. I held his gaze as he frantically searched my face, his breathing slightly elevated.

"Me, mommy...not your other mommy." I whispered.

Erasmo exhaled deeply and slowly climbed ontop of me, his hands on pressed down above my shoulders. "Say it again."

I wrapped my arm up around his back. "Mommy loves you. And I'll stop faking about it."

He licked his bottom lip and let out a shaky breath. "How much?"

"This much!" I laughed and squeezed him, tight, bringing him ontop of me. He grunted in surprise as I put my leg over and turned us around in the bed. Now he was beneath me and I was straddling him. The sheets tangled around our lower bodies.

"But I have rules." I pointed my finger at him.

He stared up at me appreciatevely with a small smile.

"Whatever we do, we do it in the house and the house only. We're in no way shape or form taking any of this mommy thing out of our house."

"Absolutely." He responded.

"Next." I put my hand on my hips. "I know you've been holding back. I can sense you've been holding back. What else do you want besides sucking my nipples for comfort?"

He arched an eyebrow.

I laughed giddily. "I'm serious! You literally give me every and anything I want." I put my hands on his bare chest. "I want to do the same for you....within reason." I arched an eyebrow back at him. "What do you like....sexually?"

Erasmo blinked in surprise and cleared his throat. "Well...I like to take charge but sometimes...." He ran his hands softly up my waist. "Sometimes, I would like you to dominate me."

My eyes widened. "Dominate? Like BDSM type stuff?"

"Not necessarily, Whatever you're comfortable with!" he replied quickly.

"I've never done----"

"No, never mind don't worry----"

"Like whips and chains and collars----"

"NO!" Erasmo laughed. "No...not like..." He chuckled and held my waist. "Sometimes...you can punish me." He whispered.

"You do like to be punished...." responded. Remembering the times I'd slapped him.

He bit down on his bottom lip. "I like restraints sometimes...." his hand slid up my stomach to my chest. "You can make me beg....." he whispered, running his hand up to my neck.

My heart jumped as chills ran through my body.

"I'll do anything to be your good boy." his low voice washed over my body as I swallowed hard.

"Yeah?" My voice cracked.

"Yeah." He replied.

Our eyes locked as a second passed between us. And then another, and a couple more.

I chewed on my bottom lip nervously.

His eyes seemed to lit up as he watched me. "What are you thinking?"

I swallowed hard and slid my hands up and down his chest. "I want to fuck you."

**

"Are you sure?"

Erasmo chuckled as he looked back at me. He was on his hands and knees on his bed, his ass, nicely lubed and shiny. The sex toy I held in my hand was just as shiny.

"I'm sure." He responded. I watched as he stroked himself.

I'd done that. I'd gotten him that hard. No ass eating needed...well at least not today. But this glass dildo looked more expensive than my entire condo. I would protect it with my life. Just put it in. Slowly and carefully, come on, you've seen the porn.

I poked him carefully, rubbing the tip against his puckered hole. I could see the muscle contracting.

Erasmo moaned softly and that encouraged me. I carefully pushed it in, my heart racing as if I was going to break him. He exhaled, accepting the toy, opening up to it slowly, inch by inch. He panted and stroked himself.

"Okay wait..." He whispered.

I froze and checked on him. "Did I hurt you?"

"Take it out and put it a little further." He instructed.

"Oh." I replied slowly sliding it out. I teased the entrance a bit which I was rewarded with slight breathless moan before slowly entering him, digging a bit deeper.

"Ah Jaylen..." He moaned, closing his eyes.

Instinctively I pulled back slowly to the tip and pushed it back in.

Erasmo hung his head.

Feeling a little more assured. I repeated my action, over and over again, picking up the pace by his breathing. I was feeling myself as Erasmo moaned loudly as he jerked himself off. Confident as I slid the dildo in and out of his ass, I reached and fondled his balls.

"Jay....Jay...fuck...." he groaned, his ass moving with my intrusion. Head thrown back.

Fuck, I could get used to this.

"Jaylen....Jaylen...love....don't stop."

"Oh, I'm not stopping." I responded proudly as I fucked him faster, pouring more lube on him as he'd instructed. There was no way, my boy was going to get dry.

Erasmo shook slightly as he arched as his back and hissed. "Fuck...I'm gonna cum..."

"Cum for mama..."

"Oh fuck...fuck...Jay...fuck....aaahhhh...." He gasped as he shook. I watched with pleasure at the scene he created before me as he shot his load on his hand and the sheets and shook.

I slowly slid out of him confidently as his asshole pulsated before me, he turned and laid on his back gasping for air as he closed his eyes.

I smiled, watching him recuperate. I did that.

Erasmo slowly opened his eyes and chuckled. "You sure that was your first time?"

I laughed. "Oh, I'm going to like this." I looked at the sea green glass dildo in my hand. "You know...it's about the same shape and size of your own dick."

He sighed contently. "It was custom made."

"Oh so fancy." I giggled, reaching out and putting it on the night stand before flopping down next to him. "Still recovering from that amazing fuck?" I teased.

Erasmo chuckled softly. "Wanna join me in the shower and see if I've recovered?" He whispered.

**

I was simply relishing in the fact that I didn't have to go to work until Monday. Maybe this is why I fucked until I could barely feel my legs. He'd used on of the water vibrators on me and I begged him to tell the company to give me five more in different colors.

Now we were ready for bed and today's events played in my mind as laid my head against his chest.

"Jaylen?"

"Yeah?" I smiled and looked up at him.

"Uhm....tell me about your family." He whispered softly.

"Oh..." I chuckled. "Uhm....well my mom and dad retired in Tulsa. They're doing good. We talk once a week."

He smiled.

"Uhm...I have an older brother."

"Yeah?"

I nodded. "Yeah he's like 16 years older than me. Jordan." I shrugged. "I never really got to know him, I mean he was off at college and then he was in the military for a bit and now he works for like the FBI or something if I remember. The age difference was too much we don't really talk but he always seemed more like an uncle than a brother."

"Cool." He whispered. "I would have thought you were an only child."

I laughed. "I basically am." I tapped his chest. "What about you?"

He shook his head. "I'm an only child."

"Oh I gathered." I grinned. "A spoiled brat by your nana I bet."

He smiled sadly. "Yeah...tried to make up for losing her daughter...I don't think I made it any easier."

I hugged him and kissed his shoulder. "What about your dad?"

Erasmo shrugged and chuckled. "Who Serigo?" He shrugged again. "He makes an appearance when he can."

"Not a good father?" I whispered.

Erasmo paused for a couple seconds and then shook his head. "No...but...not out of malice...I don't think he knows how to be, so he...makes up for it in different ways." He smiled sadly. "He tried when I was like 14 or 15 and it was the worse two years of both of our lives and we literally told each other....we'll see each other occasionally."

His soft laugh actually sounded genuine.

"You ever wanted any brothers or sisters?" I asked.

"I had Lola." Erasmo snickered. "And once you grow up with Lola you pray to be the only child." He laughed. "But I was the favorite so, I guess it didn't matter."

I sucked my teeth playfully. "Such a spoiled little brat."

He laughed. "Yeah...." He trailed off. "I don't think it helped."

I laughed and he smiled at me as he watched me sweetly.

"Well at least you're honest." I grinned.

His smile slowly faded as he watched me carefully.

"What?" I asked, seeing the seriousness in his eyes.

"I'm wondering how long it'll take you before you leave me."

My face fell. "Don't say things like that." I whispered my heart aching.

Erasmo looked away and chuckled as he stared up at the ceiling.

I sighed and got up out of bed. "If you're gonna act like that, I'm just gonna go home." I stated in annoyance. "Don't ruin something that's going great." I made my way out of his bedroom and turned on the lights to put on the white keds I left at his place, over the booty shorts and his muscle tank shirt I was wearing.

"Where are you going?"

"I told you, I'm going home. I don't want a pity party." I grabbed my purse and walked to the bedroom door. "I'll just call myself an uber? Who knows maybe Gail is making his rounds tonight."

Erasmo sat up on his elbows as he watched me. "Yeah call him, he'll like that. He'll probably cry to you about how his wife is filing for divorce."

I turned around quickly and stared at him in horror. "What? How do you know?"

Erasmo shrugged. "Maybe he's just a chronic cheat and this uber thing is his perfect disguise and she got sick and tired of him-----"

"YOu have got to be kidding me!" I yelled at him. "You told her!"

He sat up and put his hands up in defense. "I didn't."

I scoffed and turned around as I took my phone from my purse. "Unbelievable."

"Why are you defending him?" Erasmo shot out of his bed. "Shouldn't we be collectively agreeing that he's a worthless piece of shit."

"I came on to him!" I turned around. "It was two seconds of a bad decision and now I'm a homewrecker."

"No." Erasmo stated as he followed me around his living room. "He fucked up. Your innocent for lack of knowledge....and honestly I don't like the way he cheated his way into your bed."

My mouth dropped open. "Okay...okay whatever...this whole Gail thing is done. Fine! Whatever, let it go. I'm going home." I headed for his front door but he rushed to it, blocking me.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, okay don't go. Don't go."

I stomped my foot and crossed my arms. "Move." I ordered. Surprised myself at the authority behind my voice.

Erasmo held my gaze for a couple seconds of silence before reluctantly stepping to the side. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." He whispered as I grabbed the door handle and yanked his door open.

To my surprise he put his hand out and shut the door closed.

I turned to stare at him, eyes wide in disbelief. "I said move."

"No."