Page 23 of Not Quite Perfect

“It is. But that’s only part of it.” I stared into her eyes for a few seconds, willing her to see the truth in my words. To see them, and to feel them to the depths of her kind, generous soul. “It would also say that I started falling in love with that woman the first night we met.”

Victoria’s eyes went wide. “David ...”

I pressed my finger to her lips. I had zero expectation of hearing a similar confession, nor did I want her to say something she didn’t mean just to placate my ego. “ I just wanted you to know how I feel.”

She pressed a kiss to my finger and pulled away. “I …” She sucked in a deep breath. “I want this with you. So, so much.”

I should have been happy to hear those words, but I also heard what shewasn’tsaying. There was a ‘but’ in there somewhere.

“But?”

Her hands slid away from my neck, and she took a step back. I unlocked my legs to let her go, and watched as she shuffled several to the other side of the room.

I could have crossed my kitchen in a few quick strides to be back by her side, but the distance the separated us seemed somehow prophetic. As if the divide that existed between us wouldn’t be an easy one to conquer.

“But the timing is all wrong,” she answered sadly, turning to face me once again.

“It’s certainly not the best.”

I wasn’t a stupid man. I knew we faced an uphill battle, but I also knew it wasn’t an insurmountable one. The problem was, Victoria thought it was.

She rested her pert, juicy ass against the table, her palms pressed flat into the wood behind her. She wore an air of inevitability, and her face was laced with sadness that I knew was reflected on my own. “I care about you,” she eventually said. “Please don’t ever doubt that.”

“I don’t. I know you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.”

She blew out a breath and glanced away. “So, what do we do now?”

I sighed and hopped off the counter. I didn’t have the foggiest notion how to answer. If it were solely up to me, I’d heft Victoria into my arms and carry her to my bedroom where I’d spend the rest of the day making love to her, but itwasn’tonly up to me.

In fact, it wasn’t up to me at all.

I was powerless to deny Victoria what she wanted, even if that was to pretend this had ever happened. It wouldn’t be easy, but for her sake, I’d try my damnedest.

“Now, I suppose you take that shower, and we see each other tonight.”

Victoria pushed off the table, and her eyes zeroed in on mine with purpose. “Would you hate me terribly if I said before then I wanted you to make love to me again?”

I reached for her hand and laced our fingers together. Bringing it to my lips, I placed a kiss on the inside of her palm. “I could never hate you.”

“You’re not mad that I’m sending you mixed signals?”

I shook my head and began leading Victoria toward my bedroom. “I know what we have is real,” I said, pulling her into my room and down onto the bed. Propped up on my elbow, I added, “But I also know you need time.”

I straddled her, and began undoing the buttons at her chest, teasing her as I went.

“Time?” Her voice came out as a whisper.

My eyes found hers. “Time to convince yourself that what we’re doing isn’t wrong. Time to realize that you’re in love with me, too.”

Her eyes turned glassy, her unshed tears sparkling up at me. “I don’t need time for that, David. I’ve known I was in love with you from our very first kiss.”

“Good,” I said, taking my dick in hand and coating it with the evidence of her arousal. “Don’t ever forget it.” I captured her mouth and thrust deep, my cock sliding into her wet heat.

And then I spent the next two hours doing everything I could to make sure Victoria would remember this moment for the rest of her life.

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Victoria

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