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“Fuck you,” she said, then moaned sharply as his dick pressed pointedly against her clit. She whined his name again, and he laughed, shaking his head to show he wasn’t budging. Though waiting her out might kill him.
“I can hold out longer than you,” he said, his fingers tugging gently at her nipple.
“Mmmph,” she groaned, writhing against the cabinet door.
“Just tell me you want this,” he said, his lips touching her jaw, teeth tugging tenderly at her earlobe, “you’re not losing anything by saying what we both know is true.”
“Then why do you want to hear it so much,” she said, her tone petulant. If he wasn’t standing between her thighs with her nipple between his fingers, he was pretty sure she would cross her arms over her chest like a pissy teenager.
“Because you’re fighting it so hard,” he said reasonably.
“You’re such a—”
“Abi, this is ridiculous,” he said, stopping whatever it was she was going to say. He was done with this. It wasn’t even a real argument. It was just a tease. And frankly, he was over it. He let go of her nipple and gripped her thigh, opening, angling her. She shut up, her eyes meeting his.
“Fuck me, Ilan. I want you to fuck me,” she said, all traces of whine gone from her tone. Her dark brown eyes were hard.
He didn’t respond with words. It would have been too easy and too condescending to say something likewas that so difficultor make a joke about how she existed just to be contrary. None of that mattered anyway. Instead, he pushed inside her, sheathing himself fully in one smooth movement. Abi gasped, her legs closing around his waist as though she were afraid he would disappear if she didn’t. He didn’t discourage her. Her arm twined around his neck, her other hand going up to brace against the cabinet.
Ilan bucked his hips into her, grunting as his fingers dug into her ass.Thiswas what he’d been craving. This, right here. This feel of all that warm, wet heat surround him, her bare breast pressed against his chest as he fucked her.
“Just like that,” she said, lifting her body, changing the angle just enough to make it feel the way she needed. He didn’t deny her, hips snapping into hers as he found a rhythm. His lips found hers, and she kissed him hard, attacking him with teeth and tongue, and he let her because she clearly knew what she was good at.
He was aware of her body clenching around him, aware that she was close, perhaps closer than she’d realized because she made a sound that was close to shock. He had passed the ability to stop, passed the ability to think about anything but the orgasm that was building inside him. He knew he should warn her. That he should do the polite thing and pull out, cum on her belly. But it just felt too good. Too perfect.
She said something close to his name, and then he was cumming. The orgasm hit him hard and opened his mouth, a long, sustained keening pulled from somewhere deep in his chest. It was too good. Too much. Not enough. He realized, just before he lost his senses completely, that his moan was her name.
* * *
Ilan woke panting. His body wet with sweat. He sat up, peeling the sheet away from himself, only to realize that it wasn’t just sweat he was drenched in. He fell back on the pillows, staring up at the dark ceiling. He should have known it was a dream. There were so many indicators that it was pure fantasy. Beginning with how agreeable she was. If nothing else, one of them would have said something about his fucking her without any kind of protection. In any case, he didn’t think he’d ever had a dream that vivid.
At least not since puberty.
He closed his eyes, wondering if he would even be able to have restful sleep after he got up, stripped the bed, and changed the sheets.
Then his alarm went off.
“Motherfucker.”
FOUR
“Miss Abi!” the little voice was piercing enough that she could hear it through her headphones. Abi removed an earbud, turning around on the ladder. She was in the storage closet, trying to reorganize some supplies for the three-year-olds. She typically had a solid four hours between when preschool was over for the day and when older kids and tutors started showing up for Hebrew School. It gave her time to work without the usual school day happening around her, but sometimes parents liked to just drop by and chat. She wasn’t surewhowas here, but whoever it was had to have the alarm code, which meant it was a much smaller list of people.
“I’m back here,” she said, stepping down gingerly from the stool. She’d never fallen before, but there was a first time for everything, and wouldn’t it just be perfect if she broke her ankle this week?
“Hey Abi,” a richer, more adult voice said just before Rachel Melfie rounded the corner and filled the doorway of the storage closet. “I hope you don’t mind, but I had to drop some papers off for the rabbi, and I knew you’d probably be here so I thought you might like a late lunch.”
“Are you kidding? That’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me all day!” Abi said, genuinely pleased. She hadn’t even realized it was lunchtime. Glancing at her watch, it was more like lunch-ish. Not quite lunchtime, but she wouldn’t quibble. Free food was free food.
“Oh great. Micah, you can go outside and play, but stay off the jungle gym.” The last bit was yelled as her little boy whooped, stamping back outside and into the yard of the playground. Rachel looked at Abi with something almost like an apology. “He’s been like that all week. I can’t decide if he’s about to have a growth spurt or what.”
“He’s probably just got some extra energy,” Abi said, moving stacks of papers off the desk in the front office of the preschool. From the window, they could watch the playground while they ate. Micah would be able to play, and his mom wouldn’t have to worry that he was overdoing. Rachel made a noise that could have been agreement or could have been something else. She hefted the paper bag she brought with her onto the table and immediately set to unloading things.
“I wasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood for so I got an avocado and pomegranate seed turkey roll up and chicken salad on a croissant. You pick. I’m good with either.”
“Oh, tough choice,” Abi said, chewing her bottom lip as she thought it over. “Would it be weird if we split both of them down the middle and did half and half?”
“Maybe, but I’m into it,” Rachel said, handing Abi a bottle of lemonade and a bag of chips. “Is it weird that I’m really glad you were here?”
