Page 99 of Over the Edge

She shifts away and then on to her feet. I turn to face the piano and pull the bench back, taking a seat on the cool wood.

“Come here,” I beckon.

I spread my thighs so she can fit between them and stroke my cock. Carefully, she steps into place. I line myself up with her entrance and she cautiously shifts down.

“Sit, Evelyn. I know you can take me after getting your pussy all nice and ready, so sit.”

She does, slamming down the rest of the way until I’m completely inside her. A breathy gasp breezes past her lips then she readjusts, lifting and lowering.

Have you ever been to heaven? Because this is it.Sheis it.

I gather her hair and move it to one shoulder then press a kiss to her neck. “I’m not starting until I hear the first note. Or we can stay like this as long as you like, I don’t mind.”

“Fine,” she snaps. She tips slightly forward to reach the keys, fingers delicately taking position.

She presses down on an E and I thrust, snapping my hips.

“Shit,” she groans. “You’re going to mess me up.”

“Count on it,” I promise as I rock into her again.

Evelyn squares her shoulders then starts again with a new determination. This time she gets past the first three measures before making a mistake. She plays through it.

I follow her tempo and her intensity, matching my own rhythm to what she’s playing on the keys. I can tell the moment she catches on because she speeds up and my movements quicken, the percussive sound of our bodies a back beat to our composition.

She punches out a rapid staccato and I reach up to roll her nipple between my fingers.

Her body grows tighter as we reach the final chorus as if she’s holding back her orgasm. She clenches around me, testing my limits along with hers.

But this is music. Raw. Perfect. Music. A performance no one else will ever get.

The last strains of music ring through the room, growing louder through a roaring crescendo as I surge into her.

Giving her all I am, all I have, until she comes. And then so do I.

35

Garrett

Iwake up and look over at Evelyn. All of the emotions from the last few days have a moment to settle in my mind as the barest traces of dawn steal through the gap in the curtains.

She’s sleeping easily; moments ago, I was too. Acknowledging the comfort I feel in the spot next to her terrifies me.

I want this. To belong in the silent moments with her. Fill the gaps of life with her in my arms.

The thought starts to tear at me the more I watch the rise and fall of her chest. It only eases up when I’m out of the bed, looking away.

Before I know it, I’m out the door and driving. I pull over an hour later to send a text, but I keep going. I’m running—I’m just not sure if it’s toward something or away from it.

It’s a blur. The red and gold trees. The city grows closer on the horizon until it swallows me into traffic. The elevator I’ve taken countless times over the last seven years moves too fast and slow all at once. I sink into a chair on the other side of Holt’s desk and I know this is it.

“I’m going to ask a second time. Are you sure?” Holt asks.

As she tilts her head, the light filtering in from the office window catches on one of her diamond stud earrings. It’s the first time back at the firm in over a month and it’s disorienting to see everything exactly the same as when I left.

I don’t hesitate. I’ve played this out in my head over and over all the way to the city. “Yes.”

“All right then. We’ll discuss next steps on Monday. Please, make sure to block off two hours to meet with me in the morning and I’ll be sending an email to make sure everything goes smoothly.”

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