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I’m… I’m… My husband died of leukemia two years ago.”
    Ben touched her hair gently. “I’m sorry.”
    “Yeah, well, like I said, we can’t control everything,” Grace replied with a shrug. She rose to a sitting position and drew her knees to her chest.
    “Don’t pull away from me.” He unwound her and laid her down on the bed, stretching his long body on top of hers.
    Grace made a small sound, whimpering as he kissed her.
    “Promise me,” Ben began, breaking off the kiss.
    “Promise you what?”
    “That you won’t disappear,” he said. “Not yet, anyway.” And he ducked his head to close his mouth around one of her nipples.
    Grace felt laughter bubble up, and it spilled out. “Maybe I will,” she replied, teasing him, “Maybe. But right now I need to get back to my room.”
    “Umm,” Ben hummed as he sucked.
    “Ben, I… Ooooh God, Ben,” was all Grace could manage as he stretched out her arms and turned his attention to her other breast. She was instantly wet and ready for him.
    He slid a finger between her legs, touching her, stroking her as he flicked his tongue across her nipple.
    Abruptly he rose to his knees between her legs, his erection jutting toward her.
    “You are so beautiful, Grace,” he said, running his hands down her thighs. “Look at you. God, you’re lovely.”
    As he ran his thumbs along the inside of her upper thighs, Grace reached out to stroke him. She ran her fingers and both palms slowly over the hard, silky length of him, caressing his sensitive tip, finally cupping his heavy scrotum with both her hands. Ben made a sound from deep in his throat and closed his eyes. He continued to explore her with his fingers, finding her clit. He rubbed circles around it with both thumbs, taking care not to use too much pressure.
    “Grace.” His voice was rough with desire, and he pulled her up onto to her knees. Ben held her by her hips and suspended her right over his erection.
    At that moment, Grace looked into his eyes. Fires smoldered inside him, fires that consumed her, and she came, crying out, the instant he entered her.
    Ben didn’t stop. He thrust relentlessly as she came, holding her, lifting her up and down his rigid length with strong arms and hands. When Grace climaxed again Ben pressed her back onto the bed. He pumped deep inside, reaching his own powerful orgasm with a roar. He lay over her, his face buried in her neck, his teeth nibbling on the sensitive tendons there, a hand on her breast, his calloused fingers still toying with her nipple.
    Grace felt like she could come again if she moved just a tiny bit, but she didn’t have the strength. Besides, there was no need to be greedy. She’d just had more orgasms in one morning than she’d managed to have with intercourse in her entire life. A song by Barry White played in her head. Grace kept hearing the words, you’re the first, the last, my everything , and she suddenly began to giggle.
    Ben lifted his head. “What?” He lifted one eyebrow in amusement.
    “Barry White.” Grace giggled, and she launched into an off-key rendition of the song.
    Ben began to laugh uproariously as a great weight lifted from him. For the first time in two years, he felt like a man instead of a failure.
    This time, no matter what happened, he would not fail. Not Tom, not Grace, not Julie if she was watching him, but most of all, he wouldn’t fail himself.

My Everything◊J. R. Barrett
     
 
     
 
    Grace ran uphill. It felt good to pump her legs against gravity, although the thought of pumping muscles reminded her of one motion in particular. She smiled.
    She’d used Ben’s room phone to call the front desk. He’d loaned her a tee shirt so she could be decent when the bellman arrived at her door with a copy of her key.
    Despite the baggy shirt covering her to her knees, Grace didn’t feel decent when the bellman had arrived. She’d felt decadent, as if she’d been treated to a weekend at a spa, a spa that smelled