I gasped sharply as I felt my orgasm come to an end. Loosening my fingers that had took holds of Richards's hair; I rolled off of him to sit up against the headboard. Pulling the sheets up to cover my breasts I leaned back, brushing a hand through my tousled hair. I looked over at him; he was still lying on his back, eyes closed and breaths easing to a normal pace. The beads of sweat glistened off of his sculpted chest beautifully, for he was an even more beautiful man. But I needn't have that thought running through my head; after all he was only here for the sex.

"Are you hungry?" I asked, rubbing the back of my neck as I turned my head towards him.

"Hmm?" he said opening his eyes, blink them a few times. "What?"

"I said are you hungry?" I said removing the covers from my naked form, walking to the end of the bed to pick up my silk robe. Tying the belt that was attached to the robe, I walked over to his side of my bed and sat next to him.

He grasped my arm in his hand, rubbing my light brown skin softly, almost lovingly. "Yeah, what do you have?" he asked me sitting up, his legs swinging over the bedside, as he placed one of his legs on either side of me.

"I made some pasta last night," I said, my hands covering his that drew circles on my thighs. "I could heat you up some if you want."

He continued caressing my thighs—if he kept at that we'd never make it out of this bed. He moved his hands to wrap around my waist, his face nuzzling in the crook of my neck. Why was he doing this? Touching me like he did that is. It was bad enough that we were already friends-with-benefits, but did he have to add this amount of intimacy into the picture? I only accepted it because I enjoyed the feel of him on my skin, but it broke my heart that I was too damn afraid to tell him how I felt. And then he had to touch me the way he did, but I guess that's a guy thing.

"Yeah, yeah I'll take some," he said dropping his hands as I removed myself to head to the kitchen.

My bare feet made its way to my small kitchen, Richard not far behind, but he already had on his jeans that he came over here with. That was all he had on though, the jeans fitting snug on him, that amazing happy trail that led to one of the things I loved most about him. I shook those thoughts from my head, reaching into the fridge to take out the small pot of spaghetti & meatballs and the small pan of garlic bread I cooked from scratch. There was no point in making a huge batch, especially since I lived by myself in this small apartment. He took a seat at the small table that seated four, and angled the chair so he could watch me. Damn I swear when he looked at me that way, I wanted to drop all my morals and just jump on him.

He really did make it hard on me whenever I was around him, one minute we could be just talking, and hanging out together with friends, and then the next he would have me on all fours crying out his name like no tomorrow. I set enough food for two inside the microwave, and set it for two minutes. I turned and walked over, two cups of in my hand; one filled with coffee for him, the other tea for me—he always needed his coffee.

"Thanks Erica," he said taking the hot cup from my hands as he sipped on it.

"Mhmm," I replied, taking a seat from across him. "What time are you going in tomorrow?" I asked taking a sip from my cup as well.

He sighed at first, "Actually I'll be in a little late, round ten or eleven. There are a few things I gotta take care of before work tomorrow." He leaned back into the cushion of the chair, his feet outstretching across the shaggy rug.

"I see," I replied. I didn't pry into what he was doing. I always tried to refrain from being a nosy person.

The beep went off, and I stood to go get out the hot food. Richard's hand grabbed my arm, stopping me.

"Sit down, I'll get it," he smirked at me, walking over to the microwave as I sat back in my chair. Smiling inwardly at my friend. This man was truly amazing; no wonder I was in love with him. Something I had no intention, whatsoever of doing when I stepped into this agreement.

He came back over, setting my food in front of me first, then his as he took his seat. I watched him twirl the fork around the long noodle before he placed it in his place. Following the bite of spaghetti with a bite of garlic bread. And then another bite of the spaghetti from his fork, followed by more garlic bread. I hadn't realized I was watching him scarf down the food I cooked until he said something.

"What?" he said, an innocent look on his face. "I'm hungry alright." He whined continuing to eat the food as if he had never eaten before. "You did quite the number on me in there little lady."

I could feel the blush coming on me; I couldn't believe he said that. I immediately started eating my own food, ignoring the hotness of it. I was not a bad cook, if I may say so myself—my mother taught me well. We continued eating in silence, until I felt the sharpness of my teeth bite down on my tongue.

"Holy sh—!" I cried out, dropping the fork onto my plate. Holding my mouth in pain as I jumped from my seat. I was sure I looked incredibly stupid as I pranced around the small room, holding my mouth in pain.

I didn't stop pacing the room while yelling out strings of profanities, until I felt a strong pair of hands grasp around me. "Someone's a potty mouth…" he said in a sing-song voice. I looked at him at glared, he held up his hands in defense, "with good reason." He quickly said. Placing his hands on me again, rubbing his hands up and down my arms.

"Let me see," he said, placing a finger on my chin. I stood still and groaned as I stuck my tongue out for him to inspect. "It's not that bad, I'm sure you just need a kiss to make it better."

I sighed out at that. Why did he do that? I looked at him, trying hard to withhold my feeling from showing in my eyes. I didn't want him to know—well I did, but I wasn't one that was fond of rejection. Both of us had just ended bad relationships, and neither of us was just yet ready to hop into a new one. So we simply settled for friends with benefits, it was much easier this way—but also harder this way.

I understood that everything he did was with the best intentions, but even the sweetest of words had the bitterest taste. He just didn't understand that some of the things he did, made me fall more and more in love with him.

He inclined his head towards mine, and I was too damn weak to not kiss him. I allowed his lips to touch my own, his overpowering mine easily. His tongue pushed against my lips; wanting entrance and I parted them; giving it to him. His hands found their way to the back of my head, pushing us closer. My own hands snaked around his neck, holding onto him as we let our tongues fight for dominance. I already knew he would win in the end. I felt a hand slip beneath my robe, his fingers trailing towards my core. I moaned out, his fingers teasing me.

Great, another reason for me to be mad at him and love him at the same time. I didn't understand how a man could be so blind to what his actions did to another person. Didn't he even have the slightest idea that I had feeling for him? I mean I knew he knew I was attracted to him, but didn't he see that there was more to it than that?

"Stop," I breathed out heavily, placing a hand in between us. Pushing him from me. "Just…stop."

"What?" he said confused, as I made my way to the kitchen, opening the Tupperware cabinet. "Did I do something wrong?"

I stopped and looked at him. Wanting so badly to tell him that I was falling for him. Just tell him, perhaps he felt the same way. "No," I sighed, taking out a container. "You did something right."

He looked at me confused and dumbfounded. He watched me fill the container with the food that was on his plate, making it to-go for him. I closed the top, and handed it to him. The look on his face was enough to make me want to go and cry.

"Then what Erica?" he said, taking the food from my hand. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I lied. Walking to the living room to pick up his shirt that lay on the couch. "I just—I need to get some rest. It's already 11:07, and I've gotta get up early."

He glanced down at his watch, looking back up at me as he took his short from my hands. "Yeah you're right, it's uh, it's gettin' late. I should go."

I nodded as he set the food down on the counter to slip his shirt on. Picking up the food he walked over to where his keys and wallet lay. Taking them both as I walked him to the door where he slipped on his shoes.

"Guess I'll see you tomorrow at the office then?" he said as I opened the door.

I looked at him and nodded, him stepping out into the hallway.

"Alright, I'll uhh, I'll see you 'round Erica." He turned and left. I yelled out a drive safe before I closed and locked the door.

I walked back over to my seat and began eating again. Tears already forming in my eyes. I dropped the fork and let the tears come pouring down. My head hung low in my hands, as I cried my eyes out for this man. That just gave me the push I needed to make my decision—I was gonna transfer to another FBI branch, Richard was too much for me and I couldn't be around him, feeling like this anymore.

I was gonna leave.

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