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“Yes.” He pauses, “And no. It was easier to throw myself into this job. Even though I can be a dick I do actually like this job. I love the variety. But I guess that I forgot there can be anything but this.”

A stunning and daunting thought occurs to me. “There hasn’t been anyone since…”

“Since Shelly left?” he finishes for me. “There’ve been a few. But nothing serious. Mostly a meeting of the late-night-rendezvous type.” He grins.

I file away his fiancée’s name in case I need to know it later. “Well, that’s a relief,” I say, laughing. “That would be a lot of pressure on me.”

“Even it you had been the only one it would have been amazing.”

“Thanks,” I say, blushing.

He’s looking at me, and I’m amazed by the range of emotions that his eyes can portray. I’ve seen them angry, cold, hungry, lustful. Right now they’re soft, almost tender. We’re lying close, but he moves in closer, pressing his lips against mine. A bolt of pure energy goes through me as I realize that this is the first time we’ve kissed. There’s something incredibly intimate about saving a kiss as your last boundary with a person. It’s a different kind of connection, and this one plunges to my gut, pulling on something there and making me tingly inside.

His tongue traces my lips, and I open for him. He kisses me deeply and possessively, but this is also soft and questioning. Something deeper.

He pulls me closer, and I feel his body hardening against me. My own body stirs in response. I would have thought it impossible to want more after everything, but I do. I feel addicted to the feel of him over me and inside me. And maybe it’s because I’ve never had sex this good. Ever. Or maybe it’s because there’s something here. He breaks away from my lips, smiling. “I already want to fuck you again, Ms. Brown.”

He rolls over me, and I enjoy the feeling of his body pressing me into the mattress. “Slow this time,” I say. “I want to be able to walk tomorrow.”

Chris’s grin is almost unbearable as he retrieves another condom and rolls it onto his cock. He slides into me slowly, and I shiver. I am sore from the last time, but it’s a pleasant soreness, the kind that comes from sex that you’re absolutely not going to forget.

When he’s deep inside me he pauses. “You heard my sad story, but I don’t know anything about you.”

I scoff, a little breathless from his weight and the fact that his cock is filling me to the brim. “Maybe that can wait until later.”

“No I think this is the perfect time.” He smirks, moving his hips a little so I can feel just how full of him I am.

“I don’t have any sad stories.”

“A happy story then.” He kisses me, and his tongue teases mine until my body is begging for him to plunge into me the same way his tongue is plunging into my mouth. “I’m not going any further until you tell me a story,” he says. “Any story.”

“Why any story?”

He smiles. “Because I think we’ll have time for all the stories. Right now I just want one.”

There’s a tightening in my chest and I find myself smiling back at him. All the stories. He thinks there will be time for more stories. I don’t know exactly what that means, but it makes my insides glow and I find myself searching for a story to tell him. “Well, before I was in marketing, I was a medical student.”

He looks surprised. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” I say. “My parents wanted me to go to medical school, and I didn’t really know enough about myself to know that it’s not at all what I wanted. But I loved Grey’s Anatomy and I thought that if I could land myself a hot doctor husband everything be fine.” I roll my eyes at myself. “So I managed to get selected for a Seattle residency—because once again, I thought my life was going to be a Grey’s Anatomy episode—and I hated every second of it.”

“Why?”

“In school I liked it because I loved the science of it. But I also had time to pursue other things. I took art classes and electives. It never felt real. When you’re in pre-med you never have to face the reality that someone could die because of what you do. In med school you realize that, and I didn’t want that kind decision on my shoulders. But I loved Seattle, so I left the hospital and stayed in the city. I realized I loved doing more creative work, and I kind of fell into marketing. Though I haven’t had the chance for any of my stuff to be used yet.” I make a face. “Sorry, that wasn’t exactly a glowing, happy story.”

“I said any story,” he says, moving his hips.

“You did say that.”

“We’ll save the story about how exactly you started working for Ellison for another time,” he says, as he rocks into me.

This time it’s not fierce or fast. We rock together, or hips rolling and meeting in a perfect sensuous dance. Chris wraps his arms underneath me, tilting my hips up into his, and suddenly the way he’s filling me sets off sparks. His mouth is on mine, and my cry gets lost in him. I curl myself around him, locking my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, reveling in the feeling of being completely merged with someone else.

In this position his cock feels even bigger than our first time, and his smooth thrusts drag against the walls of my pussy in a way that’s making me pant. Our lips never leave each other, even though our bodies are starting to feel the beginning of that frenzy. But I don’t want that again. I guide him with my body, letting him slide into me, slowly, a steady climb to an inevitable summit. My orgasm starts low in my gut, a deep quaking of pleasure that crawls over my limbs until I’m shaking, my whole body in the throes of an intense vast pleasure. I can feel my pussy spasming on his cock, and I know that this is just the first. He’s not there yet.

Chris’s lips move to my neck, and I let go. I hold onto his body, and savor the feeling of him returning to me over and over. Every time he enters me he draws out my pleasure, and I feel a second spark coming, something hot and bright and entirely different. He grinds against my clit with every thrust, and that small spark gets brighter as he gets close to his own orgasm. He’s thrusting with more purpose now, intentionally dragging his body across my clit. I’m so close to touching that bright feeling, so close. Then Chris leans close, his lips against my ear and he whispers to me, “Come for me.”

He grinds against me again, and I do. My vision goes bright, and I groan as I hold onto him, shuddering, feeling myself come on his cock. My nerves sizzle with this intensity, and I’m not sure where I am but I don’t want to ever come back from this feeling. In my ear I hear the soft sounds of effort as Chris presses into me, his own climax desperately close. I’m still hazy with pleasure, but I manage to get enough control to squeeze down on his cock as hard as I can. “Your turn,” I whisper, and I feel him release.

The muscles in his back go taut, and his thrusts are short and staccato. His cock is so big that I can feel every twitch of it inside me. He finishes, and we lie there for a moment, breathing together, our foreheads touching. And then in the next breath we’ve come back to where we are, much closer than we were. Chris cleans himself up, and comes back to the bed, pulling me against him under the covers.

We haven’t said anything to each other, and I feel like we should. But there’s a wave of exhaustion crashing over me, and I don’t have the energy to find the right words to say. The last thing I feel is Chris settling behind me, his arm tucked around my waist.





10





Scarlett





The sounds of coffee wake me in the morning. I open my eyes to see Chris already dressed, shaking coffee into the machine. “Morning,” I say, sleepily.

“Morning,” he says. He doesn’t look at me, and the word doesn’t contain any emotion. It’s not warm, not cold, just “morning.” He pushes the button on the coffee maker and sits down at the table, flipping through papers. Probably stuff for the meeting.

I glance at the clock on the bedside table. Seven-thirty. “Shit,” I say. “I need to get ready.”

“I was letting you sleep,” Chris says. “They called and pushed the meeting a half-hour, so you’ve got some time.”

“Good.”

He’s still engrossed in his papers, and I feel like I should say something about last night, but maybe right now isn’t the best time. I hop out of the bed, hurrying to grab my clothes from my room and shower. I know he’s said that we have time, but I still want to be ready sooner rather than later. Thankfully I’ve never been a high maintenance girl, and forty minutes later I’m turning in front of the mirror to make sure my outfit looks good from all sides. I grab myself a cup of coffee, being more than careful not to spill any of it.

And then I grab my things. I have special materials for this presentation with Chris, all tucked away in my bag. I make sure to give the room another glance to make sure Chris didn’t forget anything the way he did yesterday, but the room is clean, and we both seem to have everything. Chris hasn’t mentioned anything about last night, but he seems to be in a good mood, he whistles as we head down to the lobby and he continues quietly jiving to his own personal soundtrack as we make our way uptown to The Pleasure Chest office.