Page 10 of Three Times You

And then Step appeared out of the shadows.

“Hello, Gin. Seeing you in this state of misery is devastating for me. I look at you now, and I’m even more ashamed. I wish I’d never done what I did. I’d go back in time and erase that moment if I could, but I can’t. They haven’t invented a time machine to make it possible. Onlyyou can do it, if you choose to, with a simple smile and by putting all this pain behind you. I beg of you, do it. Give me this new opportunity, and I swear to you, it will never happen again.”

Step threw both arms wide, shut his eyes, and waited for his fate to be sealed, one way or another. He heard Gin’s chair push back, and he squeezed his eyes shut even tighter, took a deep breath, and hoped against hope. At last, he felt her embrace him, fully and passionately.

Step opened his eyes. Gin was pressed against his chest. She pulled back a little and smiled at him. “Will you marry me, Gin?” She nodded, smiling through her tears.

They kissed. From the back of the restaurant, through the glass window of the kitchen door, the waiter and the chef watched the scene. “At last,” the chef sighed, “dinner can begin.”

Chapter 12

In the dim light of the bedroom, Gin undresses me. She unbuttons my shirt and quickly untucks it from my trousers, popping the last button off. We laugh. My belt has a snap buckle so I help her undo it, and then she goes for my trousers’ fly and pulls it down. She gets to her feet and, in the blink of an eye, lets her dress fall to the floor.

She removes her panties and bra and stands there naked, walking toward me and putting her arms around me while our bodies quiver with desire and she unabashedly takes my penis in her hand. “It’s his fault, but I love him. He’s made me the happiest woman on this earth…”And she adds, “So I want to give him a special thank-you…”She drops down, squats in front of me, and starts kissing my penis. Every so often, she looks up and gives me a mischievous smile, sexier than ever before, or is it just the way she looks to me right now?

Gin takes a drink of champagne and kneels down again, just like before, and I feel an incredible shiver, cold liquid and carbonation, and her mouth, her tongue, and the champagne pouring over it. She hands me the bottle and leaves the room and turns off all the lights in the house. Then I can hear her rummaging around somewhere, drawers being opened, a match being struck. She comes back to the bedroom and hands me a glass, and I lean forward and sniff at it. Rum.

“I know how much you like it. I bought the Zacapa Centenario, the best one, the most delicious…I’d better not have any, I’m not supposed to drink alcohol.”

And she smiles. I taste it, and then I take a long sip.

Then she takes my hand. “Come with me. There’s something I’ve been wanting to do.”

She leads me through the dark, empty house. Nearly everything is shrouded in shadow now. In the living room, in the study, and in the dining room, I see candles, one in every room. And she continues to pull me forward until we arrive in my office. She pushes a few things aside atop the desk and then sits down on it.

“There, you have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of doing this, as if I were your secretary and I’d been coming on to you.”

And I laugh at the boldness of that phrasing. “Yes, come on to me…”And I kiss her. And she spreads her legs and places one foot on the armrest of my chair, the other on the office drawers next to the desk, and relaxes there, sweetly akimbo, looking me in the eyes. Then she takes my cock in her hand and delicately guides it inside her. And she starts moving back and forth, thrusting her pelvis.

“Hey…what’s come over you?”

“Why?”

“You’re always incredibly sexy, but you’ve never been like this before.”

“It’s just that you’ve never noticed.” And Gin frees her legs and then wraps them tightly around me, clinging like a vine. She moves her hand on the desk, bumping against the mouse on the little pad, and the movement is enough to turn on the computer screen.

Gin notices. “Hey, people are going to see us through the window.”

And for a moment, behind her back, I glimpse the open Safari page, the command line on top, the chronology, and then below it, my searches, everything I saw before, the pictures of Babi, her life, and her wedding. Then the computer screen goes dark again. And Gin laughs.

“That’s a relief. They didn’t see us, did they?”

“No, I don’t think they did.”

“Let’s hope not.” I can hear that Gin’s breathless because she’s liking this, and that excites me even more. She lies down on her stomach on top of the desk, her legs extended, slightly splayed, and once again she guides me inside of her. She holds tight to the desk and tries to anchor herself as I move faster and faster inside of her.

“Wait. Take your time.” She pulls away and picks up the glass of rum. “I want him to have a taste of it too.” She takes a long drink, but then she doesn’t swallow. She kneels over, and with a mouthful of rum, she takes me in her mouth.

It drives me crazy. It burns, but it’s incredibly pleasurable. “I can’t take it. It’s unbelievable.”

Then she stands, pulls me up, and drops me on the sofa, climbing on top of me, and in a second, I’m inside her. She moves back and forth on top of me, fast and then faster, until she whispers in my ear, “I’m coming, my love.”

And then I come with her. We remain there, arms wrapped around each other, our mouths close to each other, reeking of rum and sex. I can hear our hearts pumping frantically. We breathe in silence while our heartbeats gradually begin to slow down. Gin’s hair is hanging over her face but I can see her eyes and her satisfied smile.

“You sent me straight to Omega.”

“You’re wild. You’ve never been like this before,” I say.

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