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I unlocked my car. Becca slid into the passenger seat and groaned. “This is the longest I’ve sat down all day.”
“You can sleep in the car if you want. I don’t mind.”
“Really? That’s so rude, though.”
“No, it’s not. How long have you been up?” I asked as I pulled out of the parking lot.
“I got up at six,” Becca mumbled.
“That’s way too long. Do you want me to drive you back to your apartment?” I asked.
Becca turned to look at me, her cheek smashed against the seat. “I really want to see you, and I want to sleep in my own bed. Would you like to spend the night at my apartment?”
I was stunned. Becca was a notoriously private person. It took her six weeks to stop looking at me like I was going to rob her whenever I walked into her living room. This was a huge step. I remembered my drawer. I had a couple of nice enough shirts for tomorrow. There was an unopened travel toothbrush in the medicine cabinet.
“Sure, that sounds great. Are you hungry? Do you need dinner?”
Becca yawned again. “If you order a pizza from Al’s, it’ll be at my apartment by the time we get home. That’s what I do sometimes,” she said.
“Okay. What kind of pizza do you like?”
“Margherita with thin crust, extra basil,” she grumbled. I called and placed the order.
By the time I pulled up to the curb of Becca’s building, she was sound asleep and snoring quietly. I felt bad waking her up.
“Hey, we’re here,” I said softly, shaking her shoulder. Becca awoke with a start and peered out the window as she unbuckled her seatbelt.
“I see the pizza,” she said. There was a cardboard box on the front steps. Becca walked up and grabbed it.
“Oooh, and there’s a coupon! Excellent!” She stuffed the coupon in her back pocket and fished out her keys.
We rode the elevator up to her apartment in silence. Once Becca got to her apartment, she collapsed onto the couch and kicked her shoes off.
I took the pizza box into the kitchen and looked around in the cabinets until I found plates. I brought her a plate and set my own plate on the coffee table. Becca stretched and placed her feet on my lap as she took a bite.
“They never miss,” she muttered happily. We ate our pizza in silence. Becca nibbled on the crust and set her plate back on the coffee table, leaning back against the arm of the couch until her back cracked.
“Ow?” I asked.
“No, that was amazing. I’ve been nothing but knots all week. I need another massage,” she mused.
“Well then, sit down.” I gestured toward the floor.
“Are you sure?” Becca asked.
“If your secret talent is that you’re a cookie maestro, then my secret talent is that I give a mean massage,” I said, cracking my knuckles.
Becca moved onto the floor and settled her shoulders between my knees. I ran my thumb along her shoulder blades until I found a knot and began to work it between my fingers. I could feel Becca’s muscles rippling beneath my hands. Becca groaned in pleasure.
“You weren’t kidding,” she sighed as I moved onto the knot between her shoulders. I started to make a chopping motion with my hand. Then I rolled the muscles upward with my fingers. Becca groaned again.
“You’ve got magic hands,” she grumbled.
“I’d like to think so,” I teased, kissing the space where her neck met her shoulder. Becca grinned and turned to face me, capturing my lips. Her hands wandered down toward my belt, and I felt myself harden as she undid my belt.
She reached into my pants and found my erection, gripping the base of my cock and stroking upward. I almost came right then.
“I’ve been really tense all week. I need some stress relief. She worked her hands along my shaft once more. My dick twitched with eagerness at her touch. Becca deepened our kiss.
