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Not that there’s anything between us—other than a decade of friendship and trust. I can’t let myself think of more, wish for anything more.

Except right this minute, Elliot needs more from me.

“She loved it when you pulled her hair,” says Elliot. I can see his arm working even in the dim light of the car. Thank Christ our neighbors aren’t home yet.

I grunt in agreement, swallowing a moan as I shove my pants down my thighs, letting my strangled dick free at last. I give it one good hard stroke, up and down, before I’m able to speak again.

“You know what she really liked, Elliot?” He’s panting in my ear now. Even if I’d never glanced out the window to see him, I’d know exactly what he was doing. The sound of flesh on flesh is unmistakable now.

Christ, I’m going to come so hard.

“She liked you watching us, watching me get her off. It made her so hot, Elliot. She soaked through my jeans just from you watching us. Can you imagine how many times we could make her come if I actually fucked her next time?”

I match my strokes to his as best I can, speeding up to match him. I’m so hot for it I can barely breathe, but he needs me for this, needs me to get him there. I can’t stop now.

“Maybe next time I’ll pull her into my lap. Just flip her skirt up and let her climb on for a ride. Would you like that, Elliot? I can sit her up so she takes your cock in her mouth while she fucks me.”

“Jesus, fuck.” He’s stifling the groan, but I can hear him coming and that’s all I need to send me over the edge.

“God damn it. Elliot.” It’s all I can do to keep from moaning his name as I come.

The quiet sets in as we both catch our breath.

“I gotta go,” he says after a minute. “I’ll see you at home later.”

I watch as his headlights come back on, wiping the sticky fluid on my thighs as he backs out of the driveway and takes off down the street.

12

Joelle

“Joelle! Delivery for you up front!” The hostess doesn’t even stop on her way through the kitchen long enough for me to ask what she’s talking about. I don’t get deliveries here.

The lunch rush has died off so I wash my hands and head to the counter by the door. Suzanne, the hostess who called me up here, is grinning with glee as she points to the edge of the counter.

There on the ledge is the biggest bouquet of daisies I’ve ever seen, in every color imaginable. There must be three dozen at least. Other employees are already stopping to rib me.

“Secret admirer?”

“Joelle’s got a boyfriend!”

Suzanne intervenes, thank God.

“All right, children, enough. Let the woman enjoy her flowers.” She shoos everybody away and hands me the card. When I raise an eyebrow, she shrugs. “Hey, it was either me hanging on to it or those vultures getting into it.”

I open the card as she walks back to her station.

I can’t stop thinking about you. -A.

Alex. And there’s a phone number written on the back of the card.

I hide my face in the blooms, inhaling their sweet scent as I scramble to get my body under control. I haven’t seen Alex since the night of the storm, almost a week ago now. Elliot hasn’t mentioned him and despite the new understanding between us, I didn’t dare to bring him up.

I program the number into my cell phone then tuck the card back down between the flowers, careful to keep it out of the soil. It’ll get messed up if I put it in my pocket at work, and since this marks the first time a man’s ever bought me flowers, I’m already planning to keep that card forever.

Which makes what I’m about to do all that much harder. As much as I want him, I can’t keep stringing him along like this. It’s not fair to him or to Elliot, for me to spend time with either man and be thinking about the other. It’s not fair to them that I want them both. It’s frustrating as hell that I found them both at the same time and can’t seem to make myself choose.

It’s just not fair. Worse, it’s cruel to drag things out any longer.

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