“No, I didn’t,” I said.
“E.G., you did. I heard you. Pretty clearly.”
“I didn’t callyouAllison.”
I’d just had that thought in my head. I had Flowers underneath me, my body was exploding in a glorious orgasm. I felt so fucking fantastic. In a way I didn’t think I was ever supposed to feel again.
I’m sorry, Allison.
I didn’t realize I’d said it out loud.
“It’s okay,” she said, patting my chest like I was a misbehaved boy. “I understand.”
“Flowers, you don’t understand shit,” I laughed.
“Whatever. Just don’t try anything funny later on if you wake up, because I’m not having sex again.”
“Got it.”
“Because you blew it,” she reiterated.
“Understood.” I could tell her multiple orgasms weren’t exactly the norm, but I didn’t need to.
Because two hours later, she woke me up, straddling me, a condom in her hand as she wordlessly asked me to show her how to use it. I was painfully hard, and she was already wet as she pressed me inside her.
We both sighed at the intense connection.
“Okay, maybe once more,” she whispered.
“Okay. I’ll try not to screw it up this time.”
I wasn’t great. But I made her come again. And then again.
THIRTY-THREE
GRANT
He wanted to keep every memory sacred.
Tuesday Morning
“We’ve got a serious problem,”Flowers said, as she closed the door to my office.
I glanced up from my computer and noticed she had neither my coffee nor my newspapers.
Damn, I was afraid of this.
I’d purposely told her to stay home on Monday. Neither of us had slept much Sunday night, I knew she was…fatigued from our sexual activities. Not to mention, probably sore.
I would not let myself be aroused by that. About what I’d done to make her sore.
My hope was that after a day she would be able to put things in perspective and return to the office and her job as if nothing had changed.
Which was stupid. Of course everything had changed. We’d made love. Multiple times. We’d acknowledged that our sexual attraction had always been part of our relationship. But I was still hoping we could go back to some sort of normalcy just until I was ready to jettison her.
It would make both our lives easier. I was certain of it.
Except, she was standing in my office, her arms crossed over her chest, looking like something was seriously wrong.
