Her fingers grip the edge of the desk as I fuck her while mine grip her hips.

I worry that maybe I’m being too rough with her, but then, she turns around to look at me over her shoulder. “Is that all you got?”

Man, this woman knows how to push all my buttons.

I pound into her harder, making her moans grow louder. I keep one hand firmly on her hip while the other reaches forward to grab her hair. She seems to love that because her moans turn into practical screams.

I pull her up so that I can whisper in her ear. “Are you going to be a good girl and come for me one more time?”

“Depends. Are you going to make me?”

Sweet Jesus. I think I may have finally met my match with Liz.

I have been with a lot of women. I don’t say that boastfully. It’s just a fact. I was a famous UFC fighter. That got me a lot of play. I always had a beautiful woman to take home with me. Some were models who laid there like dead fish. And others acted like literal porn stars.

But I don’t think I’ve ever had as much fun as I have with Liz. Her passion is unmatched. And as much as I hated that attitude of hers, there’s something sexy about it when I get to fuck it right out of her.

Still holding onto her hair, I reach around to rub her clit one more time. I know I’m not going to feel her come again without doing it myself.

It doesn’t take long before she’s screaming my name and bucking against me. As expected, I follow right behind her and fill the condom.

I sit back in the chair and pull her into my lap, wrapping my arms around her.

“We just keep getting better at that,” she says breathlessly.

“No fucking joke.”

thirty-two

Remarkably Unhelpful

Liz

“Okay, beautiful, you have to tell me what’s going on,” Jack says. We moved into his bed where I got him naked to cuddle me.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Well, you show up here, soaking wet…in more than one way.” He winks. “And you tell me your car broke down, and then, you take off all your clothes. Mind you, I’m not complaining, but it seems like there may be an underlying problem.”

Without making eye contact, I say, “Esther officially decided to sell the inn.”

He rubs his hand over his face, starting with his eyes and ending at his beard. “Shit, Liz, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t even know why I’m so upset,” I admit. “I didn’t even really want this job. I took it because I had no other options. But then, I started, and it felt like maybe there was somewhere in this town that I still fit. That sounds silly.”

“No, it doesn’t. It’s okay to change your mind about things. You changed your mind about me.”

“True,” I manage to give him a small smile. “I just can’t believe the inn is closing. That thing’s been around longer than I’ve been alive.”

“Based on what everyone says, I’m surprised it’s not busier. Everybody seems to love it.”

“It used to be way more popular. When I was younger, guys would stay there long-term because they were working at the lumber yards. They’d rotate in and out for weeks at a time. But a lot of the surrounding towns built more housing, so it wasn’t needed as much. The workers just moved closer. At one point, a company came in to try to turn Lilly Leaf Falls into a cute little tourist town.”

“What happened with that?” He asks.

“People around here don’t like outsiders coming in to tell them what’s wrong with their town.”

“Even if that person is trying to help?”