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fast, so deep.
    “Come
for me,” she says. “I want you to come hard.”
    “Where?”
I ask.
    “In
my mouth,” she moans. “I want to taste you.”
    I
lift her off of me and set her gently on the bed.
    Raising
myself to my knees, her mouth is hot, inviting, and my muscles contract in a
beautiful release, and I’m reminded of what I’ve been missing for too long.
    I
brush the hair out of her face as she sucks me down and by the time I’m done,
my muscles are gelatin. She laughs as I fall backward onto the bed, saying, “ Shit. Holy shit!”
    *                     *                      *
    Spending
the night wasn’t exactly what I had planned, but it was nice, just for a little
while, to feel connected to someone else the way I’m finally willing to
recognize that I hadn’t been with Amy for a long, long time.
    She
makes coffee and, filling up two capped mugs, she asks if she can get a ride to
work.
    “Of
course,” I tell her.
    “We
can’t walk in together, though,” she says. “In fact, you should probably get in
there first so you can meet up with your crew. I’ll come in a few minutes
later.”
    “All
right,” I shrug.
    I
wasn’t particularly looking forward to finding out how news of yesterday, even
implied, would go over with Jessica. This sort of thing can make a professional
relationship go pear-shaped really fucking fast.
    The
guys, they might tease me or prod me for details which, as a gentleman, however
self-professed that title may be, I’m not going to give. I could handle that part
of things, but I can’t very well hold onto my new apartment if I lose this job.
    It’s
a quiet drive. Linda and I really don’t know what to say to each other now that
the heat of passion has started to cool.
    We
get to the building and I park around the block, telling Linda she can go in
first if she wants.
    “No,”
Linda answers, “I’ve gotten there later than you every day since you’ve been
working there. I like to think that in a case like this, it’s best not to do
anything to interrupt the normal run of things.”
    “All
right,” I tell her. “I’ll see you in there.”
    “Eric,”
she says.
    “Yeah?”
    “I
don’t know what you’re looking for, and I probably should have told you this
before we hooked up, but I’m in a place where I’m just looking to have fun
right now. I hope that doesn’t disappoint you,” she says.
    “I’m
in about the same place,” I tell her. “We’re good.”
    “Great,”
she says. “That being the case, what are you doing tonight?”
    I
laugh and tell her that I have to finish packing. The statement’s partially
true, as I do have to get everything ready to move tomorrow, but everything’s
already boxed up. It’s just a matter of getting my clothes and toiletries put
away. Really, I’m simply looking forward to a nice night alone before the
hassle of getting everything moved tomorrow.
    “I’ll
see you in a minute, then,” she says.
    “See
you in there,” I say and get out of the truck.
    The
morning air is bracing, and I walk with calm and confidence around the corner
toward the store.
    Ian’s
standing outside having a cigarette, and as I walk up, he says, “ Mornin ’ boss. How’s tricks?”
    “Doing
all right,” I tell him. “You know, just to stay on the boss’s good side, you
might want to smoke in the alleyway away from the front of the store.”
    “All
right,” he says, “but she isn’t in yet.”
    “She’s
not?” I ask.
    “Nope,”
he says. “Nobody’s here. Did she give you a key or what? It’s been open every
other day we’ve been here.”
    “No,
she just told me that she’d be here well before we show up.”
    “Maybe
you should give her a call and see if we’re going to be working today.”
    “I
don’t have her number,” I tell him. “All I have is the store’s number.”
    “She’s
pretty closed-off, isn’t she?” Ian asks. “Why doesn’t she want us to work