Page 431 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

Maybe he deposited it into his bank account. Or he spent it on whatever he was saving for.

Could’ve gone to the hospital bills.

Catch up on the mortgage.

Maybe Celie stole it.

I push it back under his bed,

then I’m sitting on top of it.

As much as I want to fantasize about where fifty grand went, the memory of Thanksgiving night invades me instead, and I close my eyes, letting flashes of us race across my mind:

Sweat sliding between us.

Breathing heavy. Moaning.

‘Allison…’ he groans

as his cock grinds through me,

every jagged vein, every ridge,

every inch soaked in me,

his chest fighting a tremor under my palms.

I hold on, nails sinking into his skin,

spine tingling…

His eyes⁠—

black holes,

bottomless,

gasping for air.

Everything breaks at once—the exhaustion from the last fifty-six hours, the scent of him, the craving for him, my fucking sanity.

It rips through me,

shattering me from the inside out,

and I let go,

letting the orgasm finally take me,

not realizing I’m lying on my back,

hand in my pants,

finger on my clit,

‘til I hit climax.

It rips out, riotous with an electric rush.