*
He'd promised himself that this time he'd exhausted her enough – between the sex and the alcohol and the spanking – that she would still be there when he woke up. But he was wrong. Granted, he wasn't much of an early bird and she was, but still. Just once, he'd like to be able to roll over and into her, first thing in the morning. His morning wood was always worse than ever the next day after he'd indulged himself with her, as if his body considered the last night – or rare nights – to be just an appetizer and had grown very hungry for much, much more of her.
He opened a bleary eye to stare at the clock on his nightstand that said it was after ten, and he knew from the fact that the other side of the bed was stone cold that she had been gone for a while. He certainly had things to do, but he couldn't quite seem to get himself motivated to do them yet, which was very unusual for him.
All Tek could think about was Mari, and he knew it would be like this for a while, until he worked her out of his system before they came together again and seared each other's souls.
* * *
Halfway across town, Mari was having much the same problem. Her interior design firm was still small enough that she really had to be on her game at all times, and right now, she just...wasn't. All she wanted to do was put her head down on her desk and sleep. Six A.M. had come much too early for her this morning, and she had cum much too late last night.
She had a sex hangover – scenes of the past evening she'd shared with him flitted through her mind at frequent and always inopportune moments, so much so that she felt as if she was constantly on the verge of orgasming, and that just wouldn't do in the middle of her office. It was all Tek's fault. She had half a mind to call him and give him a piece of her mind, but she knew that wouldn't be anywhere near enough for him and that, if she did so, she ran the very real risk of ending up back in bed with him tonight.
That wouldn't be a very good idea. Nope. Not at all.
It would be wonderful, and hot, and would go a long way towards assuaging the incessant throbbing between her legs that had her clenching them together under her big desk to absolutely no avail, but it was out of the question.
Forces beyond their control had decreed that they could not be together, and they both knew they needed to respect that.
Occasional fling notwithstanding, of course. No one had ever said they couldn't have sex together – well, her father had tried, rather weakly, she thought, but then he was sick by then and no one knew it. But even Cash, when he had taken over after the inevitable had happened had reaffirmed Father's decree that they couldn't formalize the situation between them and become actual mates.
Not that she was sure it was something he'd still consider, even if they could. They hadn't talked about the idea in years, since her father had first handed down the decision. Of all of the club members, Tek was the very least likely to "mate for life" as far as she could tell.
Mari began to bang her head against her desk, much less softly than she should have. But she welcomed the pain as a distraction both from the heartache that the reality of the situation between herself and Tek always caused her and the ever-present need. It was always a thousand times worse the next day to week or so after they'd been together – to feel him forcing her open with that thick, hard cock of his.
She shouldn't have ended up with him last night, either, of course, but she had gotten a bit tipsy at the club and he had volunteered to drive her home. Good thing her assistant didn't mind early morning calls from her boss. Renee had answered her phone just as cheerfully as always – for which Mari wanted to kill her, of course, but she couldn't since she needed her – and had arrived a few houses down from Tek's driveway within minutes. Renee had dropped her off at her car – where, thankfully, the rest