Page 14 of Coming Around Again

What a fucking idiot I am.

I start to cry, and like the old Des would have done, he’s concerned for me. He apologizes for not understanding how he’d made me feel, and for not trying harder to get in touch with me.

I apologize for not giving him time or the benefit of the doubt.

And while we’re apologizing, while I’m wiping the tears away, something happens. That old magic. That old attraction kicks in, and all of a sudden, we are touching. Kissing. Stroking, caressing, kissing, kissing some more, and kissing again.

I want him desperately.

When he picks me up, my whole body is YES YES YES YES EVERYTHING YES MORE NOW YES, but he goes slow enough that I know it’s because he wants to make sure that I’m sure.

Just like old times.

And just like old times, I’m sure.

Just like old times, he can make me come so easily that I don’t know how I could have lived without his mouth, his fingers, his beautiful cock.

When he’s deep in me and our hands are locked together, when he’s kissing me like I’m the other half of his soul, the ache is gone—and I’m seeing the future.

I love the feeling of being joined.

I love the feeling of his hot jet deep in my channel.

I love the feeling of being loved by Desmond.

We make love twice more during the night. Once, it is gentle and patient and slow and teasing, edging each other to reach higher points of pleasure. The other time, it is urgent and rushed, passion overflowing, rougher than before. He pulls me atop him to ride him, but when I come, he flips me to my stomach to take me from behind, reaching around my hip to rub frantically at my clit while I cry out, overwhelmed by desire, and this time he says beautiful dirty things to me. Telling me I’m a good girl, I’m so sexy, he wants me so much, my cunt is a miracle, he can’t get enough of my honey, give him more, arch my back and give him my pussy, all of it, yes baby, you like this don’t you, you want my cock don’t you, and when I’m crying out yes yes yes fuck me Des more Des please please don’t stop fucking me, I explode in orgasm and he’s coming in me, so deep I can almost feel him in my throat.

And then we sleep again, sweetly, curled around each other in peace.

Until his morning alarm shrieks us awake, and it occurs to me what I’ve done.

I have put myself in exactly the same place I was in when I was working at the resort and he was a guest.

I could lose my job.

I could fuck everything up—not just my career, but my whole life.

“What’s wrong?” Desmond asks me.

I tell him.

I’ve worked too hard to lose my career now. I’ve worked too hard to build a life for myself to risk it by dating my superior at work.

I can’t even stay long enough to put all my clothes on. I toss on blouse and trousers without underwear, without shoes. I drive to Viv’s at breakneck speed and dash into the shower, pulling my hair up into a messy bun that I will redo for work without washing.

I wash away his kisses. His seed. I wash away the pleasure of the night, and my heart aches.

I am such an idiot.

8

DESMOND

I knock on Aunt Carla’s closed door. Most of the upper management personnel of GoPlay keep their office doors open, except when they’re in a meeting or desperately trying to churn out a report on a deadline, but Human Resources has more need for privacy. I’d just sent her a message on the internal messaging system asking for a short private meeting.

She opens the door and waves me in. “Hi, Des! Is everything okay?”

I don’t know where to start. I wave a hand, trying to find words.

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