A/N: I wasn't planning on writing this, but I couldn't help myself. Thank you so much for your kind reviews! Here's the smutty follow up to the first part - hope you like it!

Mike responds to Nadine's kiss with fervor, clamping his hands onto her waist and backing her against the counter. He licks at her lips lightly, and when she opens her mouth to him, he slips his tongue inside. With very little effort, he picks her up and she automatically wraps her legs around his waist; he walks them blindly down the hall and up the stairs to the bedroom without ever breaking their kiss.

He tosses her onto the bed before crawling on top of her, and Nadine works on undoing the buttons of his shirt as they kiss, and then pushes it off his shoulders. He pulls her up to a sitting position so that he can do the same. Her heaving chest draws his eyes down; she's wearing a deliciously low-cut lacy black bra that makes him lose his breath a little. He gently traces the edges of it with his finger, making her shiver.

"Did you wear this for me?" He murmurs, admiring her half-naked form.

Nadine reaches for his belt. "Depends," she says, undoing his belt and then unfastening his pants. "Do you like it?" She slowly draws the zipper down, palming him through the fabric, and all logical thought in Mike's head is scrambled. She backs them off the bed so that they are both standing, and pushes his pants and boxers to the floor so that he can step out of them. She grabs hold of his erection with a smooth hand, stroking him slowly.

"I love it," he finally says, barely coherent. He presses his forehead to hers and tries to stay focused. He skims the waistband of her slacks. Why was she still wearing this? She'd already gotten him naked, yet she was still half-clothed. He unbuttons them deftly and slides them down her hips. She's wearing matching lace panties.

Mike takes half a step back so he can take her in. Nadine gracefully steps out of her slacks and looks up to see his eyes running over her hungrily. An attractive blush blooms over her face and upper chest.

"You are so sexy." He growls, and pulls her forward with his hands on her backside, crashing his lips onto hers. Nadine squeaks in surprise but kisses him back with just as much fervor, pressing her hips against his.

She breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough so that she can speak against his lips. "I'm sorry for blindsiding you," she murmurs. She reaches down to continue stroking him with her hand while slowly moving her lips along his jaw, nipping at his skin. When she reaches his ear, she whispers, "Can I show you how sorry I am?" She presses a hard kiss against the side of his neck and before he can process, she has already dropped to her knees in front of him. The sight of her looking up at him as she bites her lip seductively, wearing nothing but very skimpy lingerie, will forever be etched into his memory.

Nadine grips his thighs with both hands and pulls him forward, running her tongue along his erection and making him groan. She takes him between her lips and moves down his length. His hands automatically go to her head, fingers winding through her soft curls as he struggles to keep his eyes open. The sensation along with the visual is almost too much for him to take, but there is no way he's going to miss this. She moans as she draws back slowly. She swirls her tongue over the tip of him before sliding back down again.

"Fuck," Mike swears. He rocks his hips against her mouth. She bobs her head over him, increasing her pace, and hums in pleasure. The vibrations against his flesh make him tremble, and knowing that she enjoys this turns him on even more. "God, Nadine." He tightens his grip in her hair involuntarily.

"Fuck, that's so good," he pants, and Nadine suddenly redoubles her efforts, catching him off guard. She uses her hand to pump him in concert with her mouth, twisting her wrist with every stroke. "Nadine, ah - fuck - I'm so close." His hand closes on her shoulder, trying to push her away, but she only snakes her other arm around him, pulling him in closer and holding him there. And then she relaxes her throat and slides her mouth all the way down to the base of his cock with ease, taking him by surprise.

He comes almost instantly, spilling down her throat. Stars explode behind his eyes as he groans. He takes two steps around her and collapses on the bed, staring up at the ceiling in a daze. "Oh my god, Nadine," he breathes, his heart rate slowly falling back to normal. "I accept your apology."

She smirks, rising and wiping her mouth delicately with the back of her hand. She crawls on top of him on the bed. "Good," she says, and leans down to give him a light kiss.

"I didn't know you could do that."

"I can do a lot of things." She replies cheekily.

He pulls back a little to look at her. She's flushed; one bra strap is falling off of her shoulder; her hair is mussed; her lips are swollen. She's breathing harder than normal, and beneath her bra he can see the peaks of her hard nipples. She's all worked up. He bets that she's soaking wet.

Mike slides a hand into her underwear to see. Right now he wants nothing more than to flip her onto her back and fuck her through the mattress, but his body still needs a little time to recover. No matter. As Nadine's eyes flutter closed and her thighs quiver, he knows definitively that he loves this just as much.

"Fuck, you're dripping," he whispers. He reaches around her with his other hand and flicks open her bra clasp. He pulls her bra off of her and flings it across the room carelessly, then leans up to capture a hard nipple between his lips. He flicks his tongue over it and, when she pushes her chest against his mouth, gives it a gentle bite. He moves to the other one, sucking on it until she squeals. He presses kisses all the way up her chest and neck as he continues to touch her gently and growls, "Does it turn you on to suck me off?"

"It turns me on to make you come," she counters.

Suddenly, Mike is done with teasing her. Without warning, he plunges two fingers into her, making her gasp, her eyes flying open in shock and pleasure. He pumps her a few times, and she's so wet that he meets no resistance. He can hear her arousal, and it drives him absolutely crazy.

"Mike," she moans. He pulls his hand away briefly so that he can slide her panties down and off her legs.

"Get up here." He growls, and drags her body up to his mouth. He pulls her hips down to his face and holds her there so that she can't squirm away, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

Nadine cries out, the sensations intense, almost too much. She falls back a little, propping herself up on trembling arms.

Suddenly Mike flips her onto her back and grasps her legs in both hands, slowly pressing them open as wide as she can go, putting her into a full split with ease. "So flexible," he marvels, his eyes running up and down her form, just admiring her. She squirms impatiently, wanting him to hurry up and get on with what he started, but he doesn't budge, still drinking her in.

Finally, she runs her hands over his scalp before entangling her fingers through his short hair and gently pushing his head down. It makes him grin, and he can feel himself growing hard again, rapidly. When he finally runs his tongue along her center, she moans in relief. He licks her again, then flutters his tongue over her clit. He lets go of one of her legs so that he can push his fingers into her. He works them in and out slowly.

"Just like that," she murmurs, rocking her hips against his face. He crooks his fingers just slightly to reach that spot inside her on every stroke, and she stops breathing for a moment. Her grip tightens on his hair. Her back arches. "Mike I'm gonna come," she whimpers.

"Come for me, gorgeous." He works his fingers faster and sucks hard on her clit.

Nadine cries out; her thighs clamp around his ears and her hips rise off the bed. She twists her hands into the sheets as she shakes uncontrollably.

Mike laps at her gently as she catches her breath. He kisses his way up her body, feeling her muscles still quivering under his lips. "You are so hot." He tells her before covering her lips with his. Now he wants to fuck her through the mattress.

As if she could read his mind, Nadine reaches down and wraps her hand around him gently, stroking him. "Ready?" She murmurs against his lips. She guides him to her center and Mike pushes forward, sliding into her to the hilt and making her gasp. She automatically wraps her legs around him. He holds his hips still, just savoring the feeling of her hot and tight and wet around him. He groans when she squeezes her inner muscles around him.

"Move it," she says teasingly.

"Yes ma'am; moving." He slides out almost completely before pushing into her again, eliciting a low moan from Nadine. He thrusts in a slow and controlled rhythm, and she rolls her hips in counterpoint. She wraps her arms around him, holding him close so they are skin to skin. "Fuck, you feel fantastic," he groans. He sucks on the flesh at the base of her neck, surely leaving a mark but she is far past caring. He starts to move faster. Nadine is moaning softly in his ear and he doesn't think he can last for her when she's doing that.

He rises up on his knees, and grabs a pillow and shoves it under Nadine's hips. He grips her thigh with one hand and gently pins her pelvis down with the other. He starts to move again. The change in angle and added pressure makes her eyes widen.

"Fuck," she whispers, biting her lip.

"Feel good?" He drives into her harder and faster, and her eyes close and her head tilts back.

"Don't stop," she orders breathlessly. She grabs her breasts in her own hands, rolling her nipples between her fingers as he pounds into her.

His hand on her pelvis slides further down so that he can touch her clit with his thumb. He taps on it gently and the sensations zing through her. Nadine comes with a scream.

The visual, combined with the noises coming out of her mouth and the feeling of her walls contracting around him is enough to make him lose control, too. He fucks her frantically for a few more seconds before he spills inside of her, moaning. He rolls them over, draping her small frame over his. Nadine shudders again for a long moment, her muscles tightening around him gently. Her hands curl into the sheets.

"You okay?"

"Mmm - still coming," she murmurs, luxuriating in the lingering waves of her aftershock.

Mike takes a deep breath in an attempt to keep his head from exploding. He wraps his arms around her sated form, stroking her back soothingly to slowly bring her down from her high. He presses a kiss to her hair. She is going to be the death of him.

Eventually, Nadine rolls off of him to grab a tissue from the nightstand to wipe herself up. She tosses it in the wastebasket before turning back to Mike, snuggling up against his side. They both find themselves drifting to sleep, at their most relaxed since the week began.

"Wanna talk about exclusivity?" She asks, even though she can barely keep her eyes open.

He's in no better shape than she is. "Tomorrow. Waffles for breakfast?"

"Absolutely."

They're asleep in seconds.

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