Page 105 of Mistaken Identity

“And why is that a problem?”

“I don’t know… I mean, it might not be. I—I just wasn’t sure if we could…”

He frowned for a second, like he was trying to work out my meaning, and then he smiled. “Oh… I see. You wanna know if we can still make love?”

I sighed. “Yes.”

“That’s up to you, baby. Do you want to?”

“I don’t really know. It’s not something I’ve ever had to think about before.”

He nodded his head. “Do you wanna try?”

“I guess…”

He stood, pulling me up with him, and looked down into my eyes. “Before we go any further, are you in pain?”

“No. Does that make a difference?”

“Of course. If you’d said yes, we’d have waited a while… until tomorrow, or the next day, or whenever the pain stopped.”

“Oh, I see.”

“But, as it is… come with me.”

He led me to his bathroom, and once we were both undressed, he took me into the shower, turning on the water, then raised one of my legs up, bending it over his arm.

“You’re so fucking sexy… you know that, don’t you?” I shook my head, and he smiled. “Well, you are. Now, if this hurts, tell me,” he said, as he entered me. It didn’t hurt at all, but he was gentle, considerate… and I luxuriated in him. When we came, it was even more intense than usual, and afterwards, he held me in his arms beneath the water.

“Does having my period mean we can only do this is the shower?” I asked, and he leaned back.

“No. We can carry on exactly as we were before.”

“But… but won’t the bed get messy? And won’t we, for that matter?”

He chuckled. “We can use a towel… or we can limit ourselves to the shower, if you prefer.” He kissed me. “Whatever makes you comfortable, babe.”

I rested against him, my head on his chest. “You do, Hunter… you make me comfortable.”

It might be Friday again, but it’s still only lunchtime. Hunter’s had a busy morning, meeting with the design team that are working on the new website for Ecstatic Sports, and although it ended about thirty minutes ago, I haven’t disturbed him. I know he’ll have a ton of work to catch up with. We may have won this new contract, but that doesn’t mean there’s been any let-up in the pressure. If anything, it’s even greater than it was before… because now we have to deliver.

“Are you hungry?” His voice startles me and I turn in my chair to find he’s leaning against his doorframe.

“Yes.”

He reaches into his pocket for his wallet, coming over to my desk and putting it beside my keyboard. “I’d say we could go to lunch together, but that would probably give away our secret… and anyway, I’ve got about a thousand emails to go through.”

“What have you been doing for the last half hour?”

“Thinking about you,” he says. “Why don’t you go down to the deli and get us something nice? Then we can eat together in my office.”

I look down at his wallet. “You don’t think that would give away our secret?”

“Not if we pretend we’re working.”

I smile. “What do you want to eat?”

He leans over, his hands on the arms of my chair. “You.”

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