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This was all the coaxing I needed to continue. I swirled my tongue around the tip before grabbing his erection around its base with both hands and taking it deep into the back of my throat. I worked him hard and fast, increasing the tempo, aware that we only had a limited amount of time. I was pleased when he came after only a few minutes. Licking up every last drop, I saw that his eyes were still watching me.

“You didn’t have to,” he voiced softly.

“I never feel like I do. I wanted to, as this was kind of a fantasy for me, with you at your desk looking good in your suit, and me sucking you off behind it.”

I watched a shudder run through him and let go so that he could get things, ah, put away. I smiled, satisfied with the fact that I had taken one Joshua Singer by surprise, and he wasn’t yet recovered.

“SO, you have two more schools to eliminate, and I have an email from Mark to show you,” Josh said as we enjoyed a barbeque dinner back at his house later that evening.

He brought over his laptop, and I read the email out loud about the possible housing for Yale. “Building is being refurbished, and I may need to move apartments at some point, but the one-bedroom looks more than reasonable regarding price,” I remarked.

I went and got my laptop in order to update my spreadsheet. “All right, I’ll eliminate Columbia: housing is way too pricey for me to remain in New York.” I couldn’t gauge what he was thinking, but I’d be damned if I made my decision regarding law school about him. “And as much as I loved Stanford for undergrad, I want something new, so now I’m down to Harvard and Yale.”

“Well, there you have it. And then there were two.”

“Actually, I already know my decision. I mean, there’s no contest on the housing prices. Yale it is.”

“Congratulations.” He crossed and leaned down to kiss me softly.

I emailed Mark to confirm the housing situation and my lease start date of August first. This would allow me enough time to get things moved in before starting classes at the end of that month. I just had to send in my commitment letter, and in no time I’d be starting my new life. It wasn’t lost on me that instead of the excitement over starting a new chapter, I felt sad I would have to leave the old one behind.

CHAPTER TWENTY

T he next three months were a blur of trips all over the world. Josh and I spent nearly every night together, and it was getting harder to imagine not doing so. We didn’t discuss me leaving, but I knew it weighed on both of our minds. When we arrived back home in New York on a Wednesday mid-June, I knew it was time for me to give notice at work.

I was at my desk and had just finished typing up my official letter of resignation. I wondered how Josh would react and kept telling myself it didn’t matter.

Pulling back from these thoughts, I glanced at Nigel and saw he was looking pale. He’d been fighting an illness all week. “Nigel, why don’t you go home? I can tell you’re not feeling well.”

“I may take you up on that. It’s only a cold, but with David’s last treatment three days ago and him being so weak, I want to be sure he doesn’t catch anything.”

“I completely understand. And I have this tomorrow, too, okay?”

“All right, my dear. I might have to take you up on that.”

“Get some rest.” I watched him go and hoped he felt better soon.

Josh was currently on a conference call and didn’t look to have anything scheduled immediately after. I emailed a meeting request that was simply labeled ‘discussion’ and waited for his confirmation.

He accepted and then came out to my office area during our appointed time looking amused. “Everything okay?”

Fighting my nerves, I stood up and grabbed my letter of resignation. “Yes, fine. I just need a few minutes with you. Nigel left early as he was feeling sick.”

“He sent me an email. I hope he can get some rest. Did you want to come into my office?”

“Uh, yes. Sure.” I swallowed hard, following him in and closing his door.

He took a seat on the edge of his desk, looking casual as he studied me. “You look nervous.”

“I probably shouldn’t have made this so formal. I mean, we both knew it was coming. But I know for HR I need an actual date. Here.” I handed him my typed letter of resignation detailing that my last day would be the twelfth of July, one month away.

He read it as he walked around to his chair and took a seat. “If you email a copy to HR and CC me, they can get the ball moving,” he said thickly.

“Right, okay.” I didn’t know what I’d been expecting, but this wasn’t it. I bit my lip, trying to fight my tears, not knowing why I wasn’t relieved that he was processing this like any boss would.

“Was that all you wanted to discuss?”

I shuffled my feet. “Uh, well I’m planning on going to Australia after my last day and would vacate your apartment when I get back. I should be completely moved out by August first.”