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When he released my fingers, I placed both hands behind me, on his knees. He met my thrusts with his own, growling out my name as he did. I reached down and rolled his balls in one hand. The pace of his thrustsincreased.

“Come for me,” Iwhispered.

I wanted to see if he could. If he could give in to his release when I asked. Hedid.

His back arched off the bed, and I watched as his stomach muscles tightened, showing defined abs. I loved the body beneath me; I loved theman.

I smiled as he slowly opened hiseyes.

“Fuck, Lauren. You didn’t come,” hesaid.

“I don’t need to, I got as much pleasure watching you as you do watchingme.”

I slowly raised myself from him. I walked to his bathroom and grabbed some tissues, cleaning myself up before walking back and handing him some. He laughed at thegesture.

“I didn’t want to drip all over your floor,” Isaid.

He reached out his hand and pulled me down on top ofhim.

“Listen to you now. Would you have said that a few weeksago?”

“No, I guess you’ve awoken something inme.”

“Do you likeit?”

“I loveit.”

He gently slapped my backside. “Move, I need mycoffee.”

I laughed as I rolled to the side. We sat side by side anddrank.

“I’m going to miss this, when you’re gone,” hesaid.

“So amI.”

“Youdon’t…”

“Mackenzie, can we do one thing?” I asked, cutting him off. “I really want this weekend; in fact, I don’t want to wait until the weekend. Then we need to sit down andtalk.”

He looked at me and slowly nodded. I wasn’t sure on the meaning of the expression that flashed over his face. “I'll call Veronica, we’ll go thisafternoon.”

I smiled. “Thank you. It’s the last thing on my list. Well, second to last. There’s oneother.”

“And thatis?”

“I’m not telling youyet.”

I tried to disguise the wave of sadness that rolled over me.One morenight.

* * *

Mackenzie wasa little quieter than normal as we each packed an overnight bag. I was both sad and excited. I was going to tell him I’d fallen in love with him, and then it was his choice what to do with that. I’d resigned myself that whatever we had might be over, and I’d have to assure him that I could still work for him and not let my feelings get in the way. Or that was the lie I was trying to convince myselfof.

What I did do, and whether this was for purely selfish reasons or not, I sent a quick email to the solicitor and asked her to put forward the proposal to Scott. She hadn’t discovered who had sent the money, but would investigate via the banks. I wanted my divorce to be concluded quickly. I wanted to move on with my life, whatever path that was about to take. But I still wanted to know who my benefactorwas.

“You’re quiet,” I said, as we drove toSurrey.

“Am I? Just thinking, that’sall.”

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