He put his fork onto the empty dessert plate and handed her a small bundle of cloth. “Here,” he said, “put this on.” “What’s this?” she asked, looking down at the red fabric, noticing the subtle pattern worked into it. She shook it out, and it spilled over her hand; a padded strip of silk, about three feet long and three inches wide. Mystified, she looked up at him. He was smiling a secret smile that she had not seen on h...

This story follows on from "Falling Water." You can read it as a stand-alone, but you'll get a little more background if you read that story first. Jordan came out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips. Rachel could see that he had dried his torso, but his hair was still wet. She had wrapped herself in a terrycloth robe while he finished in the bathroom, and suddenly felt like a bad hostess for not giving it to him...

“Oh, that feels so good.” “Mmmm, for me too.” “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this, but I’m so glad I did. I’ve read about people fucking at work, but never tried it. I never –ah!—dared.” “There are always people at my work, or I’d have suggested there.” “I love this. And people will come in on Monday and wonder why the conference room –ah!— smells like –ah!— sex.” “We’ll have to be careful not to leave any DNA ar...