We Just Work Together 4: The Morning After

Category Series
By Lauren Emily
Time 7 minutes

6:36 a.m.

Evie hits Snooze for the fifth time.

“We better get up,” Liam mumbles into the back of her neck. 

She’s the little spoon again, only this time they’re in her bed. She opens her eyes, sees her framed comic book covers on the walls, feels Liam behind her. A juxtaposition of new and familiar that’s kind of nice. 

Evie hears a rustle as Liam shifts away. She rolls onto her back, trying not to kill him with her morning breath.

Liam’s examining something. “What’s this?”

Oh god.

“Oh cool,” Liam says, palming the pink tube. Not sure why Evie keeps this under her pillow, but how convenient. “My lips are super dry–”

“Don’t put that in your mouth!” Evie screeches. 

Liam clutches his ear. “Jeez, woman!” He twists the tube. “Does it taste like strawberries? I don’t care – oh,” the 'lip balm' emits a tiny but powerful buzz, “oh,” he says, grinning.

She throws the sheet over her head with a squeak. Still holding the buzzing toy, he joins her, scooching close enough to nuzzle her ear. 

“You do realize,” he murmurs, kissing her earlobe, “that my mouth’s already been,” he kisses her neck until she shivers, “everywhere on you.” Liam holds up the toy between them. “Show me?”

She’s never used her vibrator in front of someone. Throwing off the sheet, Evie takes Liam’s hand and, holding her toy together, she guides their entwined fingers.

“Right there,” Evie whispers when the flat end of the vibe presses against her clit. The toy – best bachelorette party gift ever – is tiny, but powerful and has come in handy many a morning when Evie has awakened anxious or just plain horny. She used it yesterday, thinking of Liam. 

“Fuck,” Evie murmurs at the ceiling, forgetting her initial embarrassment and the awkwardness of waking up with her coworker again. She arches her back, giving into pure sensation. Evie opens her eyes, watches Liam watching her. She can feel his cock awaken, hard and heavy, and her clit throbs.

“Good morning,” he says in her ear – echoes of yesterday, before the meeting, the conference room table, last night when they fucked on her couch.  Buzzzzzz goes the vibe as Evie edges closer to orgasm, pleading, “Don’t stop.”

“So wet,” Liam murmurs in her ear. “Wanna spread your legs for me, sweetheart?” he asks, and as she does, his fingers slip away from the toy and two push inside her.

“Oh god,” Evie groans, pressing the vibe harder against her clit as Liam’s fingers move in and out, then curl up to find her G-spot. She tries to savor the glorious pressure, the dual stimulation, but at the same time, it’s too much to handle. “Oh, daddy!” she cries, voice soaring and hips bucking as Liam kisses her ear and tells her what a good girl she is.

“Mmmmm,” Evie murmurs, rolling on top of him, and Liam’s in heaven, this soft, naked girl rubbing her still-wet pussy against his leg. “I’ll do whatever you want,” she whispers and he has to think about baseball so he doesn’t blow right then and there.

“I need to fuck you,” he says, voice thick with want as he flips her over. “Condom?” he asks while gently rubbing her clit, and she sighs “top drawer,” pointing to her bedside table.

While Liam suits up, Evie looks at him over her shoulder, tempting him. He drives into her, and even through the condom, he can feel how wet she is. “Oh Jesus,” Liam says and Evie sighs, breathy and feminine. Her pussy squeezes around him and Liam knows he’s not going to last long. He entwines his fingers in her hair and tugs while she plays with her clit, and together they come, hard and loud.

7:11 a.m.

With Liam still in the shower, Evie heads to her doll-sized kitchen.

She’s scooping coffee into the basket when she hears a “hey” and sees him in the entryway, rumpled and completely sexy.

Trying to stay cool, Evie juts her chin at him. “Yesterday’s clothes.”

Liam looks down, shrugs. “Yeah, well, I had an eventful night.” Grinning, he comes closer. “This seductress summoned me to her lair…”

She giggles. “I’m a secretary, not a seductress.”

“Ha!” Liam steps behind her and slides his arm around her waist. Evie reminds herself not to like this too much. Putting herself out there, getting used to a guy, any guy, has never worked out. But he’s so warm and solid and he smells good…

Evie turns around. “You know, over the past three days we’ve, uh –

“Fucked the shit out of each other?” Liam touches his forehead to hers.

“Yeah, that,” Evie says. “But really, I hardly know you. I mean, how do you take your coffee? Do you even drink coffee?”

Liam kisses her, cool and minty from her toothpaste. “Yes. Black. See? I’m easy.”

She shakes her head. “No one’s ever that easy.”

Liam tucks away a stray piece of her hair and leans closer as she tries to catch her breath. “Relax, E,” he says, right in her ear. “I like you.”

He does

Evie can’t handle this much, this early, so she reaches for the back of his neck, touches her lips to his. The kiss quickly deepens, a tangle of lips and tongues. She starts to grind against him and his hands grope her ass –

“Oh look, it’s the couch wreckers.”

Liam shrieks – he hates when people sneak up on him – and Evie yells, “Goddammit, Jules!”

A tall redhead in a silk robe stands in the entryway, smirking. 

Shit. He told Evie how he felt, then immediately screamed like a six-year-old girl. 

Evie sighs. “Well, now you know I have a roommate. Liam, Jules. Jules, Liam.”

“Sorry about the couch,” he mumbles, reaching over to shake her hand.

“You make a lot of noise,” Jules observes, still smirking. 

Evie shakes her head. “Forgive her, she was raised by wolves.” Avoiding Liam’s eyes, she starts rummaging in the cupboard. “I’m gonna get us to-go cups.” She looks around. “I need to get my bag. Jules, can you put milk and sugar in this?”

“I got it,” Liam says. Should he have told her so soon? It kind of popped out, because apparently, he loses control when he’s within two feet of her. But now she’s nervous, though it might just be about getting to work late. Right?

“Thanks,” Evie says, finally meeting his eyes. She smiles and kisses him on the cheek before rushing down the hall.

“Fridge is over there,” Jules says, still watching him. As Liam dresses Evie’s coffee, she edges closer. Her smirk is gone. “You’re the first guy she’s had over, you know.” 

Liam keeps stirring, trying not to look surprised. 

“I mean,” Jules continues, “I bring dudes over all the time, but Evie’s… protective, of her space. Of herself. I think this is a good thing. Obviously, she enjoyed you.” There’s that smirk again. Liam rolls his eyes. “Sorry. Anyway, we’ve been best friends since college. Just…” She trails off and Liam looks over at her now completely serious face. “Don’t be an asshole, okay?”

“You ready?” Evie calls from the hallway. 

“I won’t,” Liam says to Jules. “Be right there!” he calls back.

8:52 a.m.

“Hold on,” Evie says, just before they get to the office. She feels bad – Liam’s been so sweet, putting just enough milk and sugar in her coffee (has he noticed, how she dresses it at work?). Plus all the orgasms. And he said he and Jules had a “good talk,” whatever that meant. 

“What’s up?” Liam asks, taking a slug from her Wicked souvenir cup. The sight is so cute, she feels bad about what she’s going to say.

Evie bites her lip. “I don’t think we should go in together.”

Liam cocks his head, and she can tell he’s thinking something along the lines of we already got caught, and now she’s worried about discretion? He gestures to the side of the building. She follows.

“What’s going on?” he asks. “You’ve been quiet since we left. Did I wear you out?” He tries to laugh, but it comes out more like a bark. Is she making him nervous? Why? How?

Evie takes a deep breath and says, 

“I can’t do this.”

Liam feels his heart drop down to his stomach. 

“Okay...” he says slowly. “I mean, I respect your decision, but I’m confused. Did I do something?”

“I don’t think I’m enough?” She won’t look at him. She’s been so confident, and now she’s clearly uncertain and he doesn’t know what to do.  I knew I shouldn’t have told her. 

“I, uh, respectfully disagree,” he says. He should shut up, he knows. Just leave it for the three days of great sex that is was. But something in him wants to fight. For her. “Are things moving too fast? Because we can dial it back –“

“I’ve never dated anyone, okay?”

Evie presses a hand to her flaming face, willing the ground to swallow her up.

Liam says nothing. She finds herself babbling, words running over each other.

“I mean, I’m not a virgin, obviously, but I haven’t had a relationship since high school – high school, does that even count? I sleep with guys, but then they ghost me, or flat out reject me, or one time this guy had a girlfriend and I’d already fucked him, and my whole life, I’ve put myself out there over and over, and it’s never worked out.” She takes a deep breath. “At some point, I just separated my body from my heart. And then I sleep with my fucking coworker and I don’t know what to do, and you think you like me, but I don’t have the first idea how to get to know you without screwing it up completely.”

She finally has the courage to look at Liam.

Who’s smiling.

“I’m so sorry!” Liam says to a (justifiably) horrified Evie. “I don’t know why my face did that.”

“I just poured my heart out, and you think it’s funny?”

“I didn’t mean to smile,” Liam says. Now he’s embarrassed. “That was a dick move.” 

This is the hard part, he realizes. They’ve texted, messaged, flirted, had a shit-ton of sex. But now, they have to talk. 

“I’m sorry,” he says again. “I’m not good at this either – turning one thing into another. And you’re right, we don’t know each other, but Evie . . .” He turns to face her. “I have a good feeling about this. About you. We can get there.”

“Get where, exactly?” 

Why is he pushing this? I’m giving him an out, and he’s not leaving.

She doesn’t let him answer. If she doesn’t end this now, she’ll end up a rejected mess. Who’ll have to quit her job – so, make that an unemployed rejected mess.

This is why Evie never bothers with men anymore. Sex is easy. This is too messy. Too real. 

“I’ve seen this play out,” she says. “With Jules, with all of my friends. With me. We freak out over guys. Get really excited, then really stressed, and ultimately? They’re assholes. All of them.”

Liam’s face falls, and she knows it’s done. 

“Thanks so much, Evie.” Liam’s quiet. Just enough of an edge in his voice that she knows he’s hurt. “Thanks for assuming I’m terrible and I’m going to put you through shit.”

An uncomfortable silence, then Liam says, “Look, most of us do suck. I’ve done and said things I’m not proud of. I can’t guarantee I’ll never hurt you because it doesn’t work that way.” He pauses, sighs. “I shouldn’t have told you so quick. I mean, you’re clearly not ready.” Liam looks down at his shoes.

It’s done. He’s out. 

So why does her chest hurt so goddamn much?

She turns to him and puts a hand on his face, feels the softness of his beard. He pulls her close and their kiss is frantic and hungry, the last they’ll have of each other. Evie savors every stroke of his tongue, his soft lips, the bitter taste of black coffee. They break apart.

“Good luck, Evie,” Liam says with the saddest smile she’s ever seen. He turns the corner and is gone.

Posted on Aug 09, 2017

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