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When I arrive at the location from the app, I pull into the parking lot and let out a deep breath. I arrive at the exact same time I did last week just to be sure. I waste no time watching the show of people screwing all around the place and head for the discreet rooms. The attendant tells me which rooms are open and I walk as calmly and smoothly to the room we used before. The door is cracked but not closed, so I push it open with my fingertips.
There’s Eric, lying on the bed, under the covers, wearing the executioner’s mask once again. My stress is instantly gone, and my stomach flips with excitement at seeing him again.
“Hello,” he says in that deep voice. “Come here.”
I obey, setting my small purse on the table. As soon as I’m near the bed, he uses the remote to flip the light out, and the room is plunged into absolute darkness.
I kick off my shoes and peel the lace coverup from me, tossing it to the floor. I crawl onto the bed and feel around for the hood. I immediately pull it off and run my fingers along his scruffy jaw.
His hands find my hips and while holding one, he uses his other hand to slide my dress up, and then touches me, sliding one finger along my soaked slit.
Deciding to take a chance, I lean down and kiss him softly on the mouth, groaning at what his fingers are doing and the electric feel of kissing Eric again. I’ve missed his kisses so much. He reaches around in a familiar move and wraps his big arms around me in a hug, kissing me frantically and loving at the same time. He suddenly moves so now I’m on the mattress and he’s on top. He stops kissing and I hear a wrapper crinkling as he puts on a condom. He pushes my skirt up and slides inside, and we both groan. While he fucks me, I reach down and pull my dress over my head and it awkwardly sits like a scarf around my neck, but I don’t care. I grab his hand and guide it to my breast, where he fondles the silver bar there.
I close my eyes as I revel in the feel of him filling me up so perfectly, the sensual slide of his cock bringing me closer to orgasm. I mewl and whimper, needing more of him, raising my hips to meet his as he grips one hip tight, playing with my nipple with the other.
But I need more. I love him so much and want every single piece I can get from him. My heart is stupidly full and I’m setting myself up for disappointment. But for now, I’ll selfishly take every touch, kiss, and whisper.
“Kiss me,” I murmur.
He lets go of both and places his hands on the bed, and his lips crash to mine. He doesn’t stop his thrusts and I moan when our tongues tangle in this intimate and private kiss. I wrap my legs around his backside, using my bare heels to push his ass in harder.
The friction is perfect and I cry into his mouth as a wave of pleasure washes over me. I squeeze my pussy hard on his length while he speeds up his thrusts, chasing his release. I feel his dick get even harder and then he stills, moaning into my mouth as he comes, never breaking the kiss as his fingers tangle in my hair, and my hands explore his muscular back and shoulders.
Just like we used to.
We continue to kiss, we don’t break it. We lie there kissing while his cock softens inside of me, but we don’t stop. I’m not sure how much time passes, but we eventually break apart. I roll off the bed, sliding my dress down. I blindly locate my coverup, shrug it on, and then slip into my shoes. I find my way to the door as I listen to Eric breathing softly.
“I love you, Eric,” I murmur as I leave the room, hoping he heard me.
I hear the sheets rumple like he’s getting up—like he didn’t realize I was leaving—but I close the door behind me, smoothing down my hair as I fast-walk out of the DR area, through the club, and out the front door like I just robbed the place.
Once I reach my car, instead of being upset that Eric fucked who he thought was a stranger, I smile, knowing he knew it was me, and now he knows that I know...
I turn the radio on and find the classic rock station, turning up the volume when “Bringin’ On The Heartbreak” by Def Leppard blasts from the speakers.
I sing along at the top of my lungs, zipping down the window and singing out into the night to whoever wants to hear my terrible off-key singing, with not a care in the world.
I pull up to my house and into the garage, rolling up the window and killing the engine. I snatch my purse from the passenger seat, and walk up to the inside door. As I’m about to stab the button to close the garage door, I hear, “Christa!”
I turn, alarmed because it’s so late and dark, but my eyes widen when I see Eric standing there, his car still running, the door open.
I freeze, unsure what to do. My plan was to come home, sleep on it, and then tomorrow, devise a plan to contact him. Let him know I knew. That the way he made love to me—not just fucked me—told me he still loves me and that I won’t stand for us to be apart anymore. All of these lines crossing and miscommunication is coming to an end.
“Can I come in?” he asks, his hands in the pocket of black slacks, a black V-neck tee hugging his body tightly.
I nod, hoping he can see me, and hit the garage door button. I enter the house and walk to the front door, unlocking and opening it.
His Audi has been turned off and parked and he stands on my porch looking ten shades of apologetic, and something else I can’t place.
I open the screen door to allow him in, but he grabs me instead and kisses me silly. I gasp when his mouth recedes, and stare into his impossible blue eyes. “You’re here,” I breathe.
“Did you mean it?”
Confused, my brow furrowed, I ask, “Mean what?”
“That you loved me. Love me.”
I lick my lips like I do when I’m stressed, not breaking eye contact, and nod slowly. “Since the day I met you, and all the devastating days since.”
