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“I’m ready,” Tory mutters shyly after a few seconds, refusing to look me in the eye.

Damn, she’s adorable and so sexy…

Moving slowly, I sheath myself completely in her heat. After the first thrust, I had to hold still, knowing that if I kept moving… if I gave myself up to the exquisite tightness and her heat, I would explode. I want her first time to be one she’ll never forget.

Maybe that way, I’ll stay in her memories after she’s gone.

I withdraw slowly, then slip inside her again. She gasps and shuts her eyes. Neither of us speaks. There’s no need. She has one hand on my shoulder, the other slowly stroking my back, from the nape of my neck to the base of my spine.

“You feel so good,” she whispers to me... and I can’t hold back any longer. I plunge inside her, deep into that maddening clutch, that heat. Victoria moans loudly, her hands locked onto my shoulders. She rolls her hips to meet my thrusts and her cries of pleasure urged me on faster.

“Oh, baby,” I gasp as she put her lips against my ear, whispering my name over and over, like a chant… or maybe it’s a plea.

She cries out my name as she tumbles over the edge, taking me down with her. I throw my head back with a cry of ecstasy. At that moment, I surrender all of myself to her. I let myself loose in the taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her so close against me, skin to skin. Time and space had no meaning anymore.

There’s just Tory.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

“Why are you looking at me that way, my friend?” I ask Pocus, who, even now, is still staring at me with a slightly perplexed frown.

“You look… different,” Pocus says slowly, his frown deepening considerably.

“Different?” I ask, feigning ignorance.

“Yeah,” Pocus shakes his head slightly. “I can’t put my finger on it, but I sense a shift… contentment that wasn’t there before. You seem… complete. If that makes any sense.”

I chuckle slightly. “It does, my friend. You speak the truth.”

Pocus narrows his eyes suspiciously. “Does this have something to do with Tory?”

I can’t seem to resist a smile at the mention of her name. “It has everything to do with her.”

“I’ll take it you both talked?”

“We did more than talk,” I reply with a small shrug. “But yeah, I guess we exchanged words at some point.”

Pocus throws his head back and laughs. “Ah, my friend. Look at you. Man, I’m happy for you. I was worrying a bit about you ever finding a partner.” He grins playfully at me.

“Partner?” I scoff, and struggle not to give in to the bitterness that threatens to dampen my good spirits. “Don’t know about that.”

Pocus frowns at me. “What do you mean you don’t know about that? She’s your woman now, isn’t she?”

“She has to leave soon. She warned me I couldn’t stop her when the time came. So, I guess this is just what you call… uh… a living in the moment kind of thing.”

Pocus sighs softly and sits back in his chair. “But you love her.”

It isn’t an accusation. There’s no hint of judgment or pity in his eyes, just the compassion of a man who understands my predicament, even if he can’t relate.

“It’s not like I can help the things that I feel for her. So I’ve decided to take everything she’s willing to offer. Maybe my heart will shatter when she has to go, but I promised not to hold her back.”

“You’ll figure this shit out, my friend,” Pocus says emphatically.

I guess he could tell that my heart already had cracks in it. “Time will tell,” I say with a shrug, pouring myself a glass from the bottle of whiskey between us.

I down the liquid, closing my eyes to savor the quick burn in my throat and the spirit’s movement down my chest. I’d only wanted to think of the present and how beautiful it is, but it seems I can’t escape the bitter dose of reality.Tomorrow will surely come.

“Anderson called,” Pocus says, breaking the mellow silence that had settled between us.

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