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“Remind me to get you ten more onesies with this flap thing,” he growled, then pushed me forward to undo it so that my lower part was more accessible.

Before I could take another breath, he lifted me as if I was made of air, then plunged inside of me as if I was composed of water. Close enough—my pussy was dripping wet, and his thickness glided effortlessly in and I shivered as I accommodated his length. Somehow, he felt more...significant than usual, and that was saying something. I’d never had sex in this position, but there was always the first time on the saddle.

“Remember, slow, grind on it, Preciosa. Make me beg for it,” he coached.

Say less. At this point, I had come enough that I could take my time. Remembering the beats of the drums in Aguimar, I let a faraway rhythm guide me, letting the spirit of my love for Adrián lead the way.

We got lost in the most intimate dance; every undulation of mine met with a deep thrust of his, every one of my moans mingling with his desperate groans. The melody of wetness surrounding flesh reminded me of how well Adrián fit me in every regard. Time became unmeasurable, nonexistent as we gave each other the pleasure of a thousand lives together.

“Genevieve, te amo. Take me, Preciosa.” Adrián barely got the words out, more a grunt than anything else. I rested my body against his chest, one hand of his on my neck, his mouth pressed against my shoulder, his other hand on my clit. The mental fog returned, and I knew what to do. Relaxing it all, I gripped Adrián’s length one last time as he drove inside me with abandon, and I faded away in the most glorious orgasm as Adrián imbued me with his warmth.

“Such a magnificent girl. Mi amor.”

Twenty-Six

Genevieve

Monday arrived too soon; after a weekend of relaxation and disconnect, I again found myself leery of returning to the office. I hated this feeling; I’d never had it before, but now here I was, second-guessing my motivations. What exactly should be my next step? I felt I had a few loose ends that didn’t allow me to enjoy what should be an exciting time in my life.

Prepared for a grueling day of meetings, I focused on this morning’s meditation, attempting to clear my mind of all the unanswered questions. What to do about work? What to do about my disappointment about our wedding? How to balance my drive with my wish to prioritize my personal life?

With Adrián involved, the meditation instead led to a quick make-out session that required reapplying my makeup. Even with all of that, I left with a smile on my face that started to fade as I walked into my office.

“What’s wrong?” Anita asked me as she sat down in front of my desk. She’d planned an extended stay this week after the general manager’s meeting to visit some of the Tropics hotels in South Florida. I’d offered to go with her, but that idea had been quickly squashed.

“Nothing, just wanted to stay home and frolic with my man.”

“Oh, excuse me, girl, now that you have a fiancé, you’re not desperate to come to the office?” She chuckled.

“Listen, don’t start with me, why are you still here in the States? Any other time you’d be rushing to go back to be home with your fiancé.”

Anita’s eye roll and full-body shudder were as telling as anything else.

“I know I’m your boss, but I want to believe I’m your friend too...this is me asking as a friend, is everything okay?”

Anita sighed, then pushed back in her chair. After a brief hesitation, she scoped the office and got up and closed the door.

“First of all, that man stays in my business...and now he jumps in, on my hotel visits, talking about it’s my region, so I have to go,” Anita scoffed, and I wondered what I had missed; she and Anibal were always on each other’s throats for some reason, but it had gotten worse lately.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m... Calito and I decided to take a break. He’s having some doubts about the direction of our lives... I hate that it’s come to this. He and I have known each other since we were kids.” Her saddened gaze prickled at me. I wanted to tell her it would be okay, that things would work out with her fiancé. I had to believe that. That love could conquer the differences and fill in the areas where things didn’t fully align.

“It’s going to be okay. You and Calito have weathered so much together. I have faith in y’all’s connection.”

Anita smiled unconvincingly, then shrugged.

“At least that’s one person that is rooting for us.”

“I’m sure others are...” I murmured, unsure of how to proceed, her sadness was palpable in the room, and it fed into my fears for Adrián and me. Right now, things made sense between us because we were being intentional, but when he accepted the job here, and I continued to travel and get busy...what would our everyday look like? What did we want our everyday to look like? I didn’t want to be counting pennies daily for love, but...the alternative was equally as scary. I shoved the thoughts aside, wanting to focus on Anita, and comforting her.

“Girl, enough about me. I hate being down. The break is a good idea, and we said whatever happens over the break is fair game. I mean, he’s the only man I’ve ever been with so...yeah, maybe I should lean into that.”

Oop. Okay, I wasn’t touching that with a stick.

Accepting her change of topic, I gathered my courage to ask her something that had been on my mind for a minute. With Adrián not having family or close friends yet for our ceremony at the courthouse on Friday, I’d been hesitant to bring up the conversation about witnesses.

“Okay, girl...you do you! But know I’m here if you feel like talking. If you’re around after lunch, I’d love to have you join my call with Black Travel Chronicles. I’m pitching them a full collaboration. Oh, and... I’d love for you to be our witness for our court appointment on Friday.” I rushed to the last part nervous about her answer.

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