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Gideon made each silent stab count, relishing the intense pressure around his cock. Tamar was definitely and quietly coming. He upped his tempo, hardly cognizant of anything but the drive to get to that white-hot moment, and the urgent need to be absolutely silent when reaching it.

“In the last meeting you said Gideon’s project was doing well,” Keynan said.

Gideon couldn’t last any longer, and he gave in to the heated rush of pleasure. He hugged his lover, his Tamar, closed his eyes, and let red stars explode.

“Well, they are both the right candidates for the job.”

“I’m glad we had this talk, Nathanela,” Keynan said. “I’m hungry, shall we?”

“Certainly.” N’s voice grew weaker. The door closed after them, throwing the room once again into utter darkness. He hugged Tamar strongly. She was shaking against him, and it took him a second to realize she was laughing, almost choking on her dry heaves.

Gideon pulled out slowly.

“Sorry,” he whispered, “you’re probably leaking all over the place.”

“I’m good,” Tamar said, gasping. “Wow, that was close.”

“Yes.”

“Keynan liked me in the red dress too, Gideon.” Her laughter rolled. He bent down and helped Tamar into her underwear.

“Who wouldn’t?” he asked, looking up at her as she burst into another laugh. His heart thumped strongly, realizing seconds before his mind caught up. He was in love with her. Had been for a while. This was not a simple physical attraction, nor a mere infatuation. It was a deep unfamiliar ache that made her, all of a sudden, the most important person in his life. But Gideon knew that, above all else, this awareness that had gripped him - he needed to keep it to himself.

Swimming With Dolphins

(46 days to end of year finish line, 20 days to new position)

34. Tamar

For the first time since fourth grade, Tamar crammed herself into a swimming suit.

It was black and had bust wires, which confined her chest, and still her cleavage was canyon deep. The tummy control constrained her breathing. Her thighs bulged out where the tight hold of the suit cut lines into her hips.

She would stay in her room and call in sick.

“Ready?” Marina asked. The two triangles of her red bikini top didn’t keep her large boobs from spilling out. Her belly rounded above the bottom piece. She wore a sheer sarong that hid nothing, and she obviously couldn’t care less.

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