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Uh, that’s it. There was no sleep for me tonight.
With a loud sigh of surrender, I sat up on the sofa. Stretched a hand for the dimmer switch on the floor lamp, turning it on at its brightest without worrying that the light might wake up Joe in the other room.
Because Joe wasn’t sleeping here. Again.
When my phone binged the arrival of a text message at midnight, I was almost sure it wasn’t him. And I was right. In fact, it was Sam.
Sweet dreams.
The text said with a wink emoji.
Tossing the duvet off me, I stomped to the bathroom. I turned on the bathtub’s tap, removed the thin straps off my shoulders and let my nightdress pool at my feet before climbing into the tub as the water filled around me.
Maybe I should have taken this bath right away instead of a cold shower when I returned home. A soapy bath was relaxing. And hopefully, the bubbles would replace the remnant feeling of Sam’s touch on my skin.
Images from last night kept flashing in my head. I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. And my body had lots of reminders too. My lips were still swollen from his heavy kisses. My calf muscles were still sore from standing like that on those heels and my hips were bruised from the tight hold he held me with. Between my legs was still sensitive and sometimes, a tiny cramp from the overworked muscles down there reminded me of my incredible orgasm. If I touched myself right now, I could probably come all over again in twenty seconds. Thirty, at the most.
Despite the cold water, my body was furiously hot at the thought of Sam – of sex with Sam. Or maybe it wasn’t because of Sam. Perhaps it was because of the act of getting laid itself that I enjoyed so much. I needed sex. Anyone would
Seriously, Lucy? Who were you trying to kid? Like you would have allowed anyone else to corner you in a public restroom and fuck like rabbits on heat. Of course, it was Sam. That explosive orgasm was the purest tell-tale sign.
Sex with Sam was undeniably like fireworks. The beautiful result of chemical reactions. The sex was rushed, naughty, magnificently mindblowing and absolutely irresponsible. Shit, we hadn’t even used any protection. How could I have been so stupid? I didn’t need another scare if my period was late again. And it wasn’t just our sex that triggered these whirlwind sensations. It was that damned explosive spark. I felt it last night as much as I had felt last Sunday. Just thinking about it sent thrilling tingles all over my body.
Oh, Sam and his spark and his huge cock.
After our escapade in the diner’s restroom, it should have been a walk of shame. The teenagers at the diner had gawked at us when Sam and I showed our faces. The diner’s staff too. Except for retro music and the sound of food sizzling from the kitchen, the place had all gone silent. Everyone knew why my hair was all askew, why Sam’s shirt was untucked, why the ladies’ restroom was unavailable and what the grunts and moans were. Sam had wrapped a strong arm around my waist as he escorted us out, only pausing to collect our coats and pick up the dinner waiting for us as takeaway on the bar – the diner’s polite approach of shooing us away. Sam tossed a generous amount of cash on the bar to cover our bill plus extra payment for the nuisance we caused. Like my personal shield and bodyguard, Sam held my head nuzzled to his chest, as if to protect me from seeing the twenty pairs of eyes on us. But surprisingly, their stares did nothing to me. I was still too high up in euphoria for any of that to affect me.
Sam’s arm stayed around me all the way to my car. Then without pause, Sam pinned me to the door with his body and sucked my lips into his possession. He kissed me with his unwavering hunger and lust, reigniting the fire in me again. Until without warning, he tore away from me and disappeared within a second. No goodbye, no nothing. He just left me there, with the bag of discarded food dumped at my feet, panting and pining for more.
I craved him enough that now, hours later and in the middle of the night, I was touching myself and picturing him as the first wave of orgasm hit me.
Oh, Sam. What have you done to me?
* * *
“Come on, come on. Come… On.”
My finger taps on the elevator button impatiently.
I came into work an hour earlier than usual, purposely to avoid stumbling intohim. I’ve practically jogged from my car to the building and now the damned elevator was taking forever to show up. Just my luck.
There, finally. The doors opened.
I went in, hitting the button to my office floor a dozen times more than necessary. As I stepped out of the car, I finally relaxed a bit. Phew! The lights of my office corridor were turned off, which meant I was the first one in.
I left the corridor unlit and went to my office, shutting the door behind me. Without delay, I sat at my desk, switched on my laptop and immediately began going through my emails and checking the pending documents on my desk. If I drown myself entirely in work, the intense tension headache I had should disappear. Yes, that was how much I loved my work. It was my medicine. The more work, the less time to think.
And it worked fantastically. Ideas were pouring out of my brain one after the other and I dared not stop. Not even to get a quick caffeine boost.
It worked until I glimpsed the new email notification popping up.
Good morning, sunshine.
Followed by a kiss emoji.
Just like that, those few words stole away my entire muse and plummeted me back to earth.
I shut my laptop and picked up my phone. Was it just Sam who remembered to greet my morning? The lack of notifications on my phone was my concise answer. Since our annulled dinner plans, Joe and I still hadn’t talked yet. We haven’t crossed paths or communicated in any way. Maybe if I texted him and broke the more than twenty-four-hour radio silence, I could make him pause from his work and think of me. Like Sam’s message did to me.
