Only Once

Chapter 4

"Please don't go to work," she begged from the bed. Her head rested lazily on the pillow, her arm outstretched towards Michael.
"I can't not go," Michael laughed, combing through his hair with his hand.
"Sure you can, you're the boss." Isabelle pointed out, even though she knew it wouldn't change his mind.
"You have work soon too," he reminded her.
"Fine." She groaned.
"Come and give me a kiss goodbye at least," Isabelle pouted.
"You'd think I was leaving for a month or something." Michael laughed again, leaning down to the bed. Resting a knee and a hand on the bed. He kissed her gently, and Isabelle didn't hesitate to deepen the kiss immediately.
She'd been doing that a lot the past week she'd been home. Part of her wished that the more sex they had would take away from her mistake.
She had caught him off guard, and pulled him onto the bed with her. She moved towards him, rapping her bare leg around his torso, pulling herself against him.
"Are you sure you have to go to work?" She asked, nipping at his ear.
"Yeess," he hissed as her hand reached down to cup the front of his pants.
Her hand slipped easily down the front of his dress pants, she kissed him more, moving her hand against him.
Removing her hand, she began undoing his belt.
However, this didn't work out as planned, and Michael pulled back. Breathing hard, he redid his belt buckle and took a step away from the bed.
Shaking his head, he smiled.
"I will see you later tonight, have a good day at work."
"You too," she pouted as he left the room.
It wasn't that her libido had gone up recently, she just found herself wanting to do everything and anything, as much as possible since she had gotten back.
Part of her, was searching for the heat and need from her night on the beach. Another, just really liked sex. Michael couldn't complain about the recent amount of orgasms they each had, and neither could she.
Now, an everyday affair, Isabelle found herself suggesting new things they'd never done before, and even dressing up in hot costumes to surprise him in when she got home. Although the heat was still lacking, she wasn't complaining about the intense high or the glow to her skin that the sex had been giving her.
Being able to be constantly busy made it easier for Isabelle to forget Scott. Also, it made the voice in the back of her head, the one reminding her of the underwear that was stuffed in the boot disappear for a while.

"How's your day going, Karen?" Michael asked the receptionist that worked at his law firm. She was in her mid-twenties. She was completing her last year of school. Karen was only a few years younger than Michael, but you would never be able to tell. Karen's face was smooth, unblemished and free of wrinkles. She had auburn hair that was cut to her shoulders, and big black lenses that covered her blue eyes.
"Going well, thank you. What about you, sir?"
"My day's been wonderful so far, every day since Isabelle has gotten back has been wonderful, actually." He smiled. He loved Isabelle, and the sex. The sex was amazing. Especially since it was happening every night, in the shower, on the couch, in the bed, in the evening and even as wake up calls. God, was it great.
Passing Karen's desk, he walked straight to Allen's office. Allen and Michael had started their very own law firm as soon as they graduated school. The two of them had been friends for a long time. Getting the business running was hard at first, who wanted to hire to inexperienced lawyers? No one. However, after almost four years, the business was really taking off. They were expanding, and they were climbing the rankings to become San Francisco's leading law firm.
"Michael, my man!" Allen clapped him on the shoulder. "Tonight's the night, right?"
"You know it." Michael responded to his friend.
He had big plans for the night to come, he'd been planning the evening for a long time now.
Allen was slightly pudgy, but his face was thin. Unfortunately for Allen, he had not been aging lightly. His normally dark hair had flecks of grey, giving off a salt-and-pepper image and his forehead was beginning to form wrinkles. Despite this, Allen was still a lady's man. He went on a new date every other week it seemed, usually with a new girl. Michael didn't know how the other man did it.
"Have you met with the new staff recently? Some are very promising. Especially King and Wolfe. I stopped in with them both the other day."
"I'd been about to go see Wolfe actually, I found his résumé to be very impressive."
"Nice face too, could be good for the public image."
"Good idea," Michael nodded. "We'll have to look into that."