I take her missionary style. Giving it to her, soft and sweet as she comes down from her latest orgasm. When she’s recovered, I pick up the pace.
I ram into her over and over, chasing the edge until I explode inside the condom, emptying myself so hard I see fireworks bursting behind my eyelids.
For a second, the world goes silent. There’s only the erratic drumming of my heartbeat in my ears and her soft breath fanning across my lips as I nearly collapse on top of her in a sweaty, spent heap. My weight presses down on her, but she strums her fingers across my shoulders, fully sated.
I know one thing.
I never want to let her go, but I roll off her and dispose of the condom. Lacey goes into the bathroom, then comes back, nestling her head in the crook of my neck.
I comb my fingers through her hair, enjoying the sound of her breathing. Loving the way she fits perfectly snug against me.
“What’s the first thing you remember?”
“Would it be cheating if I said waking up to you on the beach?”
“You remember that?”
“Parts of it.”
I kiss her forehead. “I’ll allow it.”
“Gee, how sweet of you.”
“You really don’t remember anything about yourself?”
“When I try to think about the past, it’s this fuzzy picture show. I catch glimpses of shapes, but the more I try to focus on making them out, the more my head hurts.”
“Maybe you should stop trying.”
She pulls away, looking up at me.
She chews on her thumbnail. “I don’t think I have a husband. If I did, wouldn’t I remember something about him?”
“Maybe he didn’t leave an impression,” I tease, but in reality, the thought of any other man having any kind of claim on her makes me sick to my stomach.
“I know this will sound awful, but if I do, I don’t want to know. Not if it means I’m going to lose this. Here with you…you feel like the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Currently, I’m the only thing that’s happened to you.”
“I’m being serious.”
“I know. I’m trying not to think about the heavy shit right now.”
“I wish we could stay like this forever.”
“Good thing you don’t have to make any decisions right now.”
She nods, and the conversation dies. I continue stroking her hair and her side until sleep eventually claims both of us.
I awaken to Lacey plastered against my side, her head on my chest, her leg hooked over my thigh. Careful not to wake her, I slip out from under her body and grab a quick shower before going downstairs to see what I can rustle up for breakfast.
Prez is coming out of his office with Buford. The two of them wearing hard expressions. Ones that say I’m not going to like what I’m about to hear.
“I’ll give you a ring if I hear anything else.” He gives me a nod on his way out.
“We need to talk,” Prez tells me, and I follow him back into his office. “Close the door.”
“What’d you find out?”
