Page 7 of Happily Ever Maybe

“Oh my God, are you okay?”

“Just ride me, girl. I’ll deal with the bruises later.”

I laughed, I couldn’t help it. Andthen I rode him, hands on his shoulders, ass up in the air as I moved up anddown. He kept me steady, a bruising force I knew I would crave until the end ofmy days. Even if it was stupid.

He flipped me to all fours and got behind me, pummeling me.This was good because I couldn’t meet his gaze. And he couldn’t meet mine.

I was coming again, and he followed me. He didn’t just roarmy name. He whispered sweet nothings that meant nothing because theyhad to.

We collapsed, and I looked at him over my shoulder, his cockstill pulsing inside me.

“Well, that’s one way to end an assignment.”

He grinned and shook his head, slowly working his way out ofme. I knew I would be sore in the morning, yet it was what I yearned for.

“I should probably go deal with the cameras.”

As soon as he said the words, I cursed and quickly sat up,not caring that I was naked in front of him. After all, he had just licked andtouched every inch of me. “Fuck. How did we forgetthat?”

“Well, we’re security specialists. Of course, we fucking forgot about the cameras.”

I wanted to laugh at his sarcastic response, but a sense ofurgency took over. I didn’t need my friends and coworkers seeing my ass in theair as Gus pounded into me. No, thank you. “You take care of the condom and themain unit. I’ll deal with the side one.”

And with that, any romance or sexual tension between usburst because we had to clean up the evidence. Including the desk. The scent ofsex was still in the air, and I had just fucked one ofmy best friends in our place of work, where anyone could have walked in.

In terms of mistakes in my life, this was a major one. Guswasn’t the mistake. I couldn’t let him think he was either. Because that wouldbe shitty for both of us. But when, where, why, andhow? Yeah, those were the fucking mistakes.

Gus met my gaze after I slipped my shirt over my head.

“So. You okay?”

The joking part of me wanted to say, of course, then laughit off and say we’d always be friends. That it wasn’t him, and it wasn’t me. Itwas just life.

But I met his gaze and knew this would become something we’dhave to deal with. We didn’t do relationships. We hadwork, friends, and nights of fun with others.

We didn’t have commitments beyond our duty. Only this mightchange things.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Bright and early?”

“I can’t wait for the full debrief,” he said, the relief inhis eyes hurting more than it should.

But when I held out my hand, he just rolled his eyes andshook it.

“Really? We’re going to shake hands?”

“I don’t know, it seemed right. After all, life moves on.But we scratched that itch, right?” I asked, my voice far too bright andcheery.

If he heard it, he didn’t let on. He squeezed my hand,leaned forward, and kissed me softly on the cheek.

“I’ll see you in the morning. And,Jen?”

I swallowed hard. “Yes?”

“You might always be a distraction, but that’s on me. Andyou didn’t fuck things up, I promise.”

I stood frozen, wanting to say something. I couldn’t wantmore from him, so I couldn’t let myself feel. Therefore, in answer, I grabbedmy things and let him follow me out after we closed downthe shop.

We would move on. This was just one time, to get it out ofour systems.