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She came, feeling like rubber. It was taking every bit of her remaining wits to stay upright against the wall. The visual of Natalie losing it made Ed climax soon after. He stopped, pinning her to the wall. Ed slowly dropped her body until both her feet were firmly on the floor. He panted and attempted to pull himself together.

“Have you done that a lot?” she asked, also out of breath.

“No. Never,” Ed said. “I’ve seen it in… well, I’ve seen it.”

“In porn. You can say porn, Edwin. We’re not five. I’m not going to rag on you for wanking to dirty movies. In fact, if you hadn’t come her and my vibrator hadn’t been without a charge, I would have probably found some myself and gone to town. Or, rather, just thought of you eating me out tirelessly. That usually does it.”

Ed blushed and shook his head. “It doesn’t bother you?”

“Why? Why would it?”

“Some women get… upset about it.”

“I’m not your ex. There is no way a video of some woman with fake tits is going to complete with me. I’m way more fun.”

Ed chuckled. “You are so different, Nat. You called it.”

“I found your porn stash. In your wardrobe while I was looking for a shirt to steal. How is it you own physical porn? How fucking old are you?”

“I’m a pensioner in the swimming world.”

“A pensioner who can fuck me against a wall. Oh, take me then,” she giggled.

“I thought you were tired. That you didn’t have time? And now… exuberant?”

“Oh, you did me good. I can’t possibly wind down. It’s a blessing and a curse, Edwin.”

“You are odd. And I love you.” Ed gave her a quick, sweet kiss. “So do you want me to get lost?”

“Can you rub my feet while we watch some telly?”

“Rub your feet?!” Ed feigned surprise before smiling. “Yes, Nat, I can.”

She gave him an excited kiss and then sat down on the couch.

“I missed you. I’ll miss you again. God. I swear you are more gorgeous than you left me.”

She put her feet up on his lap. “I am haggard, my makeup is gone, and—”

“No, you’re lovely. I’d have you no other way, Nat.”

She blushed as he rubbed her feet. They flipped through the channels, landing on a panel show. Their life felt like the perfect balance of white-hot sex and domestic bliss. With her ex, she’d had domestic bliss and good sex. It would never have been described as white hot. He never would have gotten on his knees to eat her out or fucked her against a wall. Natalie didn’t want to call it, but she could get used to this. It was perfectly peaceful.

“What will I do without you again?” Ed sighed.

“I think you’ll be liberating your old-man porn stash, yeah?” Natalie giggled.

“Don’t you judge!”

7

A REAL GIRLFRIEND

Lucy crawled into bed late next to Winston, afraid to wake him. He’d been passed out when she arrived. She’d debated whether waking him was selfish, but he was insistent he wanted her up in his room now. So, along with the puppy and Frida, she climbed into bed. Winston groaned a bit and then wrapped his arms around her like tentacles. He held her close. She faded into his arms, falling asleep right away. The tour was a slog. She desperately needed the sleep.

She awoke to the brutal sound of her alarm the next morning. Winston grumbled and moved next to her.

“Sorry, sorry,” Lucy insisted. “The King scheduled this morning meeting and—”

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