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I traced a finger over the now drenched cotton of her underwear. The wetness meant it stuck to her slit. I buried my head in her neck.
“I want to take you right here, Lenny,” I said, probing my finger against the wet cotton.
“Do it,” Lenny said. Her words came out in a sultry slur that had me probing even harder against the cotton. “I’m yours, Vic, I’m always yours. You can take me wherever.”
“Jesus Christ, Lenny,” I hissed. I don’t think she has any idea the effect she has on me, or the way she drives me up a wall with her words. How do I not react to that? Take me wherever. Fuck, that’s got to be the hottest thing any woman has ever said.
I slid my hand underneath her underwear, feeling her bare pussy. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Fuck. You’re so good,” I said to her, feeling her wet my hand with her juices. “You’re such a good girl getting wet for me.”
“Oh, Vic, please . . .” Lenny trailed off, pressing herself into my hand.
That’s got to be one of the best feelings in the world, though, right? When the woman you love presses her pussy into your hand. It’s like you’ve got the whole world in the palm of your hand. I could almost stay like this and be completely content. Almost. Knowing my girl’s not taken care of is why I’m not completely satisfied.
Carefully, I slid my finger up inside her, and like the good girl she is, she welcomed me home. Lenny clawed at my back and I chuckled. I’ve missed her. She’s a firecracker in every sense of the word. It’s not making love with Lenny until you have a few scratches.
I slid another finger inside and watched rapt as her eyes widened then relaxed in pure ecstasy. Anytime she moaned or started to scream, I caught it with my mouth. We didn’t want to gather a crowd, after all. I was pumping faster now, my thumb massaging her clit. My mouth was planted firmly on hers as I captured all of her screams.
It was insanity and bliss and union. We were unified. As she came, I collected her screams and her orgasm inside of me. I felt each and every one of her crescendos. When she finished, she settled into me, content. Slowly (reluctantly), I removed my fingers from her body. My entire palm was drenched in her fluids. She tasted sweet, salty, entirely Lenny.
I pushed Vic off of me. Once again, he gave me another mind-blowing, Earth-shattering orgasm. If a relationship were only about sex, then we would have zero problems. We would win the gold medal for relationships if it were just based on sex. Relationships weren’t just about sex, though, relationships were so goddamn more complicated.
“We can’t keep doing this,” I said, pulling my dress down.
“Just landlord and tenant?” Vic asked me, grinning. He was echoing the words I had spoken to him, when our relationship was too complicated for me.
I had tried to make it less confusing by defining us. It hadn’t worked then, and it wasn’t going to work now. That was the statement he was making. Vic and I were never going to be “just anything.”
I sighed, leaning into his body. He felt so right and I fit so perfectly; I could stay cuddled against him for eternity. Our skeletons would become decorations for next year’s Halloween party.
“Is this it? We’re going to be ghosts in each other’s lives?”
Would we ever be anything more? Could we ever be? I had tried to define us and failed miserably. When we tried to be together, that failed as well. I’m not sure if there is a future for me and Vic, but there sure as hell isn’t an expiration date. What did that make us?
“Once upon a time, you said you didn’t want to be an event planner for the rest of your life,” Vic remarked, his lips moving deliciously against my skull.
This felt so normal. It felt so right, being held by Vic. It almost felt like he was my boyfriend. Vic never would be my boyfriend, though. Or my husband. Or the father of my children. We were irrevocably tied in ways where labels seemed to fail.
“Once upon a time, you said you weren’t sure if your job made you happy anymore,” I countered. I stared up and into his black eyes, which were still as captivating as ever.
A little less than a year ago Vic left and I’d made the horrible decision of not leaving with him. I’d picked up the pieces of my life and put band-aids over the bullet wounds. Somehow I was still alive, still standing. I’d built a business with Zoe and Lissie. They relied on me.
But if he asked me to leave, and I mean really asked me to leave. I would go. I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. I wanted Vic to finally understand, I was in this.
“I would go anywhere with you Vic.”
“What if you didn’t have to go anywhere?”
“You would quit your job?” I asked, hope filling in my chest like a helium balloon. Would we finally be normal?
“No,” Vic responded.
Just like that the balloon popped.
“I could work less, though.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You could?”
