Page 50 of Return on Love

But he’s not done yet. He comes up, slowly kissing my navel and sending shivers throughout my body, removing his jeans as he moves up. I can feel his hardness against my softness. He rolls on a condom and it’s a sight to behold. Slowly, he lines himself with my entrance.

“Shall I?”

I nod. If there’s one thing I’m sure of is that I want him inside me. Like right now.

He gently pushes himself inside me. I can sense his eyes on me, making sure I’m okay. “You let me know if it’s too much, okay?”

I nod, but I want him flat against me, as deep as he can go. He takes his time, inch by inch till he can’t go further. He adjusts a little and oh my god, he’s hit the spot that I’d only ever heard of so far. I let out a loud moan.

“Yeah, baby. This feels so good,” he whispers into my ear. And then our bodies move in a perfect rhythm. I try to kiss him, but the pleasure is too great to control the movement of my lips.

“Faster,” I moan into his ears and he’s riding me like there’s no tomorrow, till I feel the rush of pleasure again and almost simultaneously he does too.

He stays there for sometime his body convulsing as I hold him tight and then rolls to the side. By the huge smile on his face, and the heavy breathing of his lungs, I can see he enjoyed it as much as I did. Two times, one after the other! I’d thought it was just a myth. I turn around and he spoons me from the back, and we lie there on the soft bed for some time, silent, comfortable, happy and very satisfied.

We’re lying on the bed when the doorbell rings. “Food. You stay here. I’ll be back,” he says, giving me a peck on the cheek and rolling off to his side. He quickly disposes of the condom, puts on his shorts and takes the delivery. By the time he’s back, I’m fully dressed.

“Oh, you’re already dressed?” he says. I love that he’s a little disappointed. “Should I have let the delivery be and stayed on?”

“No no. It was Max. He was staring at me from the door, and I felt he was kinda judging me. So I had to wear my clothes.”

He laughs out so loud. I love his laughter. It makes his eyes shine like the ocean on a bright, warm day. “Because of Max? He’s a dog. You know that, right? Left to himself, he’d do it out on the streets. Animals understand these needs better than humans.”

The dinner is muted, except for the Beethoven playing in the background. It’s an awkward silence. The one that seeps around because a line has been crossed and things can probably never go back to how they were.

“So,” he finally says. “What now?”

I look up. I really don’t know. Now that my hormones are not going on a rampage, and my brain gets to think instead of some other parts of my body, I’m at a loss. I shrug. “Well, I don’t think this… you know, us doing it… is acceptable. I mean, you’re a client.”

“Does that mean we’re… something?”

Something? What are we? Enemies who like to have sex? Can’t really say that, can I?

“You’re my client. And I wasn’t supposed to do this.”

“Forget the client bit, Eva.”

I don’t know what he wants me to say. Maybe he still thinks it’s a mistake and that I’ve hurt his chances of funding. Well, he can rest assured about that. I’m not suing him for anything. “I’m not looking for a relationship, if that’s what you’re worried about. Let’s say friends with benefits. Or rather a onetime benefit, because if I’m to continue working in my firm, which I obviously intend to, I cannot be shacking up with my client.”

“What if Weber handles MooreGames directly? Can we do it again, then?”

I smile at him. He’s as desperate as I feel. “I don’t know.” I shrug. “Let’s think about it and see.”

It’s quiet again for sometime. I finally decide to change the topic and talk about our childhood and grad school. “Why did you hate me in grad school?” I ask. It’s the question I’ve wanted to ask him ever since our paths crossed again.

“I didn’t. You hated me. That’s what everybody said. Because I puked on you the first time we met.”

“What? No! You puked on me because you found me disgusting. That’s what happened.”

“Really! You think that’s how people puke? How disgusting do you think you are? I had some infection, and it just happened to come out then, because as soon as I saw you in that dress, I was so overwhelmed. I wanted to say sorry, but you’d run off by the time I came out of the washroom. And then you gave me these glares every time you saw me.”

“You were overwhelmed? By me?”

“You might find me silly, but I’d seen you on your first day on campus and I followed you around. I never had the courage to ask you out or anything. And then I puked on you. And everyone, including Alex, said you hated me, so I just steered clear. I didn’t tell anyone how I felt.”

“Yeah, way to put it back on me. Wasn’t it you who told the prof that you couldn’t do the project with me?”

“The Creative Writing course? That was because that morning, I’d got to know about my Dad’s accident. He was in the hospital, and in a terrible state. I knew I wouldn’t be able to put in much effort and the last thing I wanted was to affect your grades because of me. I knew grades were important for you.”

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