It’s already Friday, and I’ve spent an entire week training Harper and enjoying the training process. She’s intelligent and I found it easy to train her.

On the dark side, I’ve been messaged and hit on in person by I’d swear thirty women this week. Normally, a man wouldn’t complain about that, but I’m not looking. And if I were looking, it wouldn’t be a fan.

On the bright side, I’ve gotten to know Harper very well and she’s an amazing person. She’s a great friend already, and we’ve talked almost every day. I’ve had no interest in sleeping with her and that’s amazing fucking news! That means I might be able to hang out with her, and no strings need to be attached to that hangout.

“Mr. Adams.” Rya, my receptionist, grabs my attention. “You have a Megan Waterson here.”

“Shit!” I say and close my laptop. “Can you tell her I’m in a meeting? And if Harper shows up, have her come in here right away. Tell Megan whatever it is she has, I’ll have to look at it another day.”

Rya bites back her smile because she fucking knows! There’s no way Rya didn’t hear Megan moaning last week or even me when I came.

“Yes, sir.” She turns around and quickly leaves the office.

“Who’s that?” Harper’s voice returns my attention to the door.

“Who?” I ask, growing confused.

She points into the hallway. “The girl is trying to get back here. She gave me the biggest stink eye. Is she…”

“Can you help me?” I plead. “She’s trying to sleep with me. Just lie and tell her you’re my current hookup or…”

           “Ewe!” She says jokingly. “No! I’m not a ‘hookup’. I might be willing to tell her I’m your girlfriend, but even then. I don’t want my ass whooped.”

           “She’s not,” I argue. “I promise she…”

“Noah!” Megan smiles as she walks in. “Who do we have here?”

“What are you doing here, Megan?” I say, quickly standing. “Where is your husband?”

           She looks Harper up and down, analyzing her. “I came to see you.”

I shake my head. “This is my girlfriend, Harper.”

She scoffs a single laugh. “Funny. You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend when we were busy last week.”

“Recent girlfriend,” Harper interjects with a slight attitude. “You’re married? Because I’m not.”

Harper is quick to wrap her arms around my shoulders. “He started training me this week, and one thing led to another, and that was it. We also were ‘busy’ this past week.”

Megan narrows her eyes, stepping closer. “You two don’t look like a couple. Something seems…”

She doesn’t get to finish talking before Harper brings her soft and warm lips to mine. Smart, Harper!

I kiss her back, my lips pressing against hers and my body recognizing the excitement and wild feeling burning deep inside of me. Her kiss is wildly amazing.

Without warning my cock rises rapidly which causes me to pull away.

Harper fights my pull away and returns her lips to mine, slapping my ass. My body lights up in a wildfire of dopamine, and my heart does this weird twisting thing I never felt with Ivy. It feels right. It feels good. It feels like someone I could kiss every day.

She parts her lips, and like a puzzle piece fitting, I slide my tongue into her mouth, her tongue connecting to it, dropping my world. It’s a world only she and I are in, and my brain tells me that’s okay.

What is this feeling? Why is her soft kiss so fucking arousing!

           My cock is alerting me to pleasure someone, but that’s not the case and it doesn’t know that. She’s kissing me to hide the truth from Megan and now I want to bury my cock into any girl just to get rid of the feeling inside of me. Damn it, I miss the fact of being able to have sex whenever I wanted it.

Our bodies bump together and my cock presses against her lower stomach. She peels her lips from mine, her eyes widening while a small gasp pours out of her.

I silently say ‘sorry’, and she nods, quickly looking back at Megan. “Is that enough proof, Megan?”

Megan clears her throat, looking pissed. “Sure is.”

Harper’s lips curl into a ‘winning’ smile. “Now, if you don’t mind, we have work to do. You can always check next week if he’s single or still mine. Odds are he’ll still be mine.”

Megan is quick to leave. I…am stuck standing here with a rock-hard cock and no idea how to explain to Harper that her quick kiss turned me on as badly as it did. Except for that’s exactly how I would explain it.

Harper turns back toward me, looking down, widening her eyes, and returning them to me and my lost expression.

“Not bad.” She smiles and flashes her eyebrows. “I’m not sorry for kissing you. I assumed that’s what you wanted. Except now you have something that doesn’t seem to go away.”

“Yeah.” I breathe with uncertainty. “I’m sorry you had to feel that and now see it. I’m going to defend myself and say I’ve kissed mostly the same girl for most of my life, and just kissing her like I kissed you never sent me into a raging arousal. Yet, I was so used to her and having sex that I don’t think my body ever needed to. And since there is a…lack of sex in my life, I think my body thought it was about to have sex…”

“You don’t have to explain.” She interjects, purposely brushing her hand across mine and sending what I can only tell myself feels like zings of arousal through my body. “I’ve had some crazy things happen to me over situations like this, too.”

“You have?” I ask, trying to make conversation in hopes that my cock falls limp because it’s not fucking moving at the moment.

She nods. “We’re human. And sex is a massive part of the human race. A man getting aroused from a kiss is natural. It was just unexpected.”

But the way her soft and inviting lips pressed against mine. And the way my body fell into her world. It’s nothing I’ve ever experienced.

“Noted,” I say, turning around to walk toward my desk. “It’s Friday, and thanks to that incident, we did lose a small amount of time. But we also don’t have a lot to do today, which is nice. My Fridays usually consist of figuring out customers' files and going over what could be different for them. I try not to schedule too many appointments on Friday and…”

           “Is that going to go away?” She asks while pointing between my legs. “I’m sorry, I just…usually a male doesn’t stay hard this long.”

“Yeah, they do,” I argue and fight to sit down. “I’m a little different. We just kissed. I…enjoyed that kiss and since I’m not actively having sex, it’s a little tough.”

She bites her lip and shakes her head, looking uncertain. “I cannot believe I am asking this, but don’t you actively pleasure yourself? And what does actively mean in your world? Because it sounds like that girl was with you recently.”

“That girl!” I interrupt in a soft anger. “Took advantage of me last week. I’d rather not use any other words for that scenario, but it was against my better judgment and absolutely against my free will. And Harper, I have no idea why, but I’m comfortable talking to you about sex. So, if you’re asking, I guess I can tell you the answers. You started reading my book. You have an idea. When I was married, we were sexually active two to three times a day. Now it’s nothing. And no, I don’t pleasure myself. I have in the past. And I will if there is no other possible way. But if I want sex, I can find it quite easily…not saying I will…but I can.”

A look of confused excitement dances in her eyes. “Looks like I just took that away from you.”

I shrug. “She was different. She was controlling and forced me.”

“Can I ask how?” She questions, and it’s evident she’s starting to put two and two together. “And where? Oh my God! Did she seduce you in this office?”

I force myself not to smile. “I can assure you my office has been cleaned many times since then. And it was in my chair. And again! It was not my choice. I’m single so it doesn’t matter, but I fought hard to get her off me.”

She scoffs with disgust. “Unbuttoning your pants isn’t fighting hard, Noah. You gave in.”

I slowly shake my head while trying to give her my best ‘it’s a lot more than that’ look. “That’s not how that happened, Harper. And quite frankly, it’s none of your business. But if I’m going to entertain explaining to you how a girl took advantage of me, I will. Here’s what you can do. Sit down on my lap, grab my cock, stroke it while I try to force you off me.”

Interest fills her eyes. “Roleplaying to explain what happened? Go on.”

“Then kiss my neck, force your lips onto mine, even while I say no. I’m a male, so yes, it does turn me on. Then after I finally get you off of me and my aching cock, because even though I can control it, it still hurts from the powerful arousal waiting to explode from it. I want you to slide your mouth onto it…but! You’ve been taught how to slide your mouth over it in ways that no man has ever felt, and it brings him so close to climax in mere seconds after you start that he’s now fighting you and his damn mind.”

She looks like she’s getting aroused.

I turn my head and bite back my smile. “And to remind you, this all took place in a matter of moments, with me fighting her off me. I cannot stress how she slid her mouth on me. I’ve never felt that. And then, in one single fucking swoop, her panty-less ass which was wearing a sundress, quickly sat on me and slid me in with ease. I also cannot stress that she must do Kegels. She argued with me that she was the tightest woman I’d ever fuck and although I didn’t want to. When she forced herself on me, she wasn’t fucking lying.”

I am telling this woman too much information.

I pause and swallow. “I’m sorry, Harper. I am telling you too much information. How are you still sitting here and listening to me?”

“It’s fine.” She’s quick to interject. “We are friends at this point. You’re more than welcome to tell me whatever you want. I’m here to listen, and although I have my differences, I’d never judge. And I’ve heard it before from old friends of mine.”

God! This girl is something else!

My lips produce a half-smile. “To sum it up, she swooped in, had her hand, mouth, and scarily tight pussy on my cock in a matter of less than five minutes. And again, too much info, but I enjoy sex. I don’t like it to last for such a short period. Which is more reason to believe she forced all of it on me.”

She narrows her eyes, closing one of them with a look of disbelief and uncertainty in her expression. “And you’re telling me you didn’t want any of it? Not even the slightest bit? You just sat there and took it because she wasn’t given any other choice?”

I nod. “Basically. For obvious reasons, I wasn’t fully against it. I mean, I’m a lot bigger than her, so I could have stopped her and didn’t. But again, that’s because she was so quick to get me to the point of culmination that I couldn’t hold back.”

She lowers her head, her eyes still looking into mine. “But you wanted no part of it.”

I gently tap my hand on the table. “You see this table.”

           She nods softly, looking innocent. “Yes.” She breathes, almost inaudible.

“If I wanted to fuck her, I would have thrown her over this table. I would have buried my face into her pussy, so I knew she was fully fed before I even considered sliding my cock into her pussy. Is that enough for you?”

She looks like a deer in headlights while slowly shaking her head from left to right and swallowing. “Finish, Noah.”

Wow. Harper is something different. I’m not even at the point of wanting to sleep with her, but she intrigues me.

“Okay. If I would have wanted her, I would have slid my tongue across her clit, gently playing with her and teasing her while she was bent over. I would have waited until her legs started to tremble and come was trickling down her inner thighs before I decided to slide my cock into her.”

           Her eyes dance with arousing excitement. “Wouldn’t she…wouldn’t…” Harper stutters, fighting for the words. “She could have stopped you.”

           I slowly shake my head and exhale with amusement. “No. Her wrists would have been tied. When I want a woman to orgasm before I even begin to fuck her, I tie her up, whether she likes it or not.”

           Harper's lips press tight together as she gawks at me, her eyes widening. “But why?”

           I smile, realizing my cock is not going limp. “I think that’s enough talk. You’re still young and have a lot to learn. And I don’t think you’d learn it from me.”

           She shrugs her shoulders. “Sounds like our friendship has already taught me more than I could ever imagine.”