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  “Short or…”

  “Tall,” he’s quick to answer.

  “Tough day?” I tease him as he slips off his jacket and gets comfortable, adjusting on the stool.

  “Long,” he answers and slips his hand over mine. The tips of his fingers toy with mine. “It’s got a good ending though.” He smirks, before lifting my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles one at a time.

  “Hasn’t anyone told you, flattery will get you everywhere,” I joke and he laughs. A deep rough sound that I love.

  “Maybe once or twice,” he answers and thanks the bartender as she places his beer in front of him.

  He doesn’t waste any time, taking a long swig although his left hand stays over mine. He doesn’t look at me after and suddenly the air feels different again. That instinctive flip in my stomach goes off and I pull my hand away to readjust in my seat.

  “You doing okay?” I ask him. My nerves get the better of me. I always trust my gut, I have all my life and it’s never steered me wrong. If things feel off, it’s because they are off.

  He hesitates before letting out a small huff that’s a humorless laugh and running his hand up the back of his neck.

  “I might be moving soon,” he tells me and wraps both of his hands around his beer.

  Flip, skitter, halt. That’s what my heart does.

  “Oh yeah,” I suck at keeping the nerves out of my voice. “Where to?” I ask him because it’s the polite thing to do. It’s the obvious question. Even though nerves dance along my heated skin.

  “Out of state, the company is still nailing down the details,” he answers me and I watch the cords in his neck tighten as he swallows.

  “Oh, when will you know?” Anticipation and slight relief are there, but still, this is a serious conversation. And we don’t have those. Not about us. If ever one of us needs something, we’re there for each other, but those moments are few and far between. I don’t recall a single conversation we’ve ever had about “us.” Although I’m completely aware, that’s exactly what this is.

  “This week.”

  “Really?” My brow shoots up my face and I can’t stop it. It gets a huff of laughter from Nick, who nods his head and takes another gulp of his beer. “Really,” he answers. “What do you think about that?”

  “About you no longer being available for our get togethers on a whim?” I clarify, merely to take up time so I can find the right answer.

  “Yeah,” his voice is low, coaxing. “Will you miss me?”

  There’s a pitter patter in my chest that lights up every nerve ending in me. “Of course I will,” I answer honestly.

  “Yeah,” he agrees, “I don’t know for sure yet.” The thick air around us dissipates into a casualness that’s familiar.

  “Company decision?” I question and he nods.

  “Yeah, something like that,” he teases and absently runs his thumb along the dew of his beer glass.

  “It’s weighing on you?” I question, noting how he seems lost in the conflict of whether or not to move.

  “It’s a big decision,” he says but the way he says it sounds as if it’s not so unordinary.

  “So if you moved… we wouldn’t be able to meet up in hotels anymore. And have our dirty little secret rendezvous.”

  “Is that what this is? I’m your dirty little secret?” he toys with me and I gently smack his arm and then return to nursing my drink.

  “Seriously though, is that why this feels different?” I almost ask, why it feels like all of this is a long goodbye, but I don’t.

  “Things just… they might change a little and I wasn’t sure what you’d think about it,” he tells me and a nervousness settles in my gut. Change. Sometimes when I use that word, my clients get this wide-eyed, defensive look. I can feel it coming over me.

  “We don’t need to talk about it,” I’m quick to shut it down. “All I want tonight is a kiss. Is that too much for a girl to ask?” I don’t want to talk about this right now. There are too many unknowns and what ifs and I am not ready to say goodbye when he’s just sat down. I know that’s where this is headed and I’m not ready. I’m not willing to agree to goodbye. Or to going back to being friends. That’s exactly what this feels like.

  “Mmm,” Nick hums and then leans close to me, kissing me and silencing my inward complaints. The kiss isn’t deep, but it’s soothing and when he breaks it, I keep my eyes closed for just a moment longer, wanting to make sure I remember it forever.

  I whisper with my eyes still closed, “God, I missed you.”

  Nicholas

  Her long blonde hair is a messy halo from her running her fingers through her locks. It only adds to the sex kitten look she has going on. I love that she did it for me, even more that she’s not ashamed to admit it out loud.

  If only I wasn’t afraid of losing this, these moments of inhibition with this captivating woman, I’d tell her right now what’s happening. I’d tell her everything’s changed and lay it out for her to accept or to walk away.

  “Your room?” she asks, her eyes half lidded as she bites down into her bottom lip.

  “Damn right,” I answer her beneath my breath, leaving cash on the bar and then helping her off her stool. Her small hand slips into mine and I lead her towards the elevators, listening to click of her heels and loving how she holds on to our clasped hands with her other, her shoulder brushing against mine as we walk, as if she needs to touch me, needs to have her body close to mine.

  I get it. I more than get it. I love it. Which is why I’m not ready for change, but something had to give. I live for these moments with her, after tonight, it’ll never be the same again.

  “You smell like man,” Olivia hums when the elevator dings and the doors slide open.

  “Is that right?” I question, hitting the button for my floor and waiting for the doors to close as my cock hardens to an unbearable degree.

  There’s a hair of an opening, before they shut completely, and I lift her hands above her head, gripping her wrists and pushing her small body against the elevator wall with mine. It’s quick, it’s instinctual. A simmering want and desire rushes through me, when she gasps and I catch it, sealing my mouth over hers with a kiss.

  “Nick,” she moans in my mouth and I love it. She rocks her body against my length and my response is a deep groan of need that vibrates through my chest.

  Nipping her bottom lip, I release her the second I feel the elevator slow. I only have a moment to adjust my cock in my pants and stare down at her breathless, sagging against the wall.

  “Two more minutes,” I tell her, hoping to ease the ache so obvious on her face. With my hand out, she takes it, righting herself and the doors open. No one’s here to watch us, no one in the hall, but still, we’re professional. Her clients could be on this floor after all, and she prefers discretion, apart from a kiss here and there.

  I can’t count the number of times I’ve slipped a key card into the door with Olivia behind me, caressing my arm and waiting patiently for the soft beep and gentle click of the door being opened. It’s a heady rush each and every time. The anticipation, the desire that flows freely between us. From the first time, a drunken night with a goodnight kiss turned into more, to two weeks ago, it only gets better with Olivia.

  She leaves me wanting more.

  Pushing the door open, I motion for her to enter first, and whether she’s tipsy from the wine or drunk on lust, Olivia slides past me, making sure her curves brush against me as she does.

  Her hips sway and the simmer in my blood only gets hotter.

  The door closes with a resounding click and I don’t have to command her, she turns at the foot of the bed, facing me as she unzips her dress and lets it fall from the curve of her shoulders down to a puddle of fine fabric at her feet. She makes a move to take her heels off next and I stop her.

  “No,” I order, “keep them on tonight.” My voice is deep and I let her hear every ounce of need I have for her. Her lips part just slightly, her brea
sts rising with the quick inhale in the quiet room, and I swear my cock leaks precum at the sight of her, turned on by the simple fact that I’ll fuck her tonight in those sex kitten heels.

  I could imagine her lying on the bed behind her, her legs in the air as I pound into her, then the slim heels dragging down my back as she screams my name. I could, but I don’t, because her hazel eyes entrance me, reflecting the same concoction of need and want in the moonlit room. The thick curtains are open, but the sheer ones are closed, giving a breathtaking view.

  The mountain range behind her, the bright moon that filters into the room against the plush white comforter. And in front of it all, a beautiful woman who wants me as badly as I want her, slowly but surely, unstrapping her bra and letting it fall to the floor.

  With her fingers moving to her hips, I motion for her to stop and finally move, closing the distance between us in three long strides. Every step closer, the collar around my neck feels tighter, suffocating me for still being dressed.

  She tilts her head for me to kiss her, but I don’t. Her eyes are closed and it takes a moment before she opens them, staring up at me as I tower over her naked form, all but heels and thin satin panties. “Hands at your sides,” I tell her and she listens. She loves the submission as much as I love the domination. She knows it all now, every command, every wish I have. “Fucking perfect,” I mutter beneath my breath, letting her see my gaze roam down her body.

  Trailing my thumb down her bottom lip, I let it fall to her collarbone, then lower, teasing her breasts one at a time. It’s the only touch I give her for now. Her soft moan fills the room and her eyes close as her head falls back, lost in pleasure.

  I take my time, still fully clothed, dragging my touch down her body to rid her of the red thong. She only touches me when I bend down, her hand on my shoulder, to step out of the underwear.

  Tossing it carelessly beside us, I keep my gaze on her, and plant a kiss just beneath her navel, then lower, dragging the tip of my nose down further until I’m right where I want to be, my lips at her clit. I suckle gently and her fingertips brush my shoulders, but she’s quick to correct herself.

  “Nick,” my name is a mix of a pant and a moan on her lips. I taste her, parting her lips and dipping two thick fingers inside her. She’s already wet, already whimpering. I stroke her, curling my fingers to be sure to hit the sweet spot at her front wall.

  “Please,” she begs with true desperation as she sways, without anything to keep her steady but the heels she chose to wear tonight. Her arousal coats my fingers as I stroke more ruthlessly, pulling her pleasure from her. Her smell, her soft sounds and even the heat of her body being so close is addictive. She’s a drug and I’ve been addicted for as long as I can remember.

  I can barely take it, crouched down in front of her, hard with my own need and desperate to be inside her. Quickening my movements, I suck on her clit and the instant gasp is followed by her nails digging into my shoulders as she clenches around my fingers and screams out my name.

  I withdraw in an instant, all too aware that she’s already gone over the edge, finding her orgasm.

  Smack! My hand lands hard on her ass in reprimand and she can’t even jump, her balance is so disturbed from her pleasure that she falls into me. “Bad girl,” I growl at her ear as I lift her by her ass, throwing her onto the bed behind her.

  I don’t waste the moment undressing. In an instant I’m between her legs, still clothed and nipping her neck. My right hand travels up her body, my left unzips my pants and pulls out my cock. I stroke it once, before slamming into her.

  She screams out, her neck arching, her mouth the perfect “o” and I stay just like that, buried to the hilt for only a moment. Just one to let her adjust. That’s when I finally kiss her, my tongue delving into her hot mouth and silencing her strangled screams of pleasure as I ravage her.

  Pistoning my hips, gripping her own to keep her where I want her. Her heels thud as they hit the floor, one by one, unable to stay on as I fuck her ruthlessly.

  She’s so tight, so hot and so close to coming again already. Her second release is what pushes me to have mine.

  I groan her name in the crook of her neck, feeling the warm air of her moans on my cheek as she cums with me. Pulsing around me as the waves of my own release pulse through me.

  Both of us breathless, both of us sated, I slip out slowly watching her wince as I do. She rolls on her side, breathing heavily with her eyes closed.

  I pull the covers around her before heading to the bathroom, finally stripping down and gathering a warm washcloth to take care of her.

  It’s silent until I climb in bed with her, everything taken care of so she can fall asleep. “Sleep well,” I tell her, knowing she’ll stay with me tonight

  She doesn’t though and I’m certain I can’t either.

  This could be our last time together. There’s no way I could possibly sleep. Her fingers trail along the grooves in my chest, and when she brings them up higher I lean down to kiss her hand.

  She hums in satisfaction, but she still doesn’t sleep. I could bore her to sleep, talking about the merger that just went through and how the company is sky rocketing, the stocks booming. She’d listen to it all, with the same expression she gives me now, as if I’m her beloved Prince Charming.

  “I don’t want to sleep,” she finally breaks the silence.

  “What do you want for Christmas, Olivia?” I ask her, running my thumb down the curve of her neck and feeling the pull of my lips into a smirk when she shivers.

  Naked and tired, Olivia stretches lazily and then sidles up closer to me under the sheets, “More of this,” she answers and I have to keep my expression the same, unmoving, so she doesn’t see the loss I feel deep inside. Her eyes are closed, but I don’t want to risk her seeing.

  “Nothing else?” I question, knowing she isn’t going to get more of these meet ups. Not for a while at least with all of the changes coming.

  Slowly peeking up at me, her hazel eyes a mix of wildfire and calming ocean shores, “Fine, all I want is a kiss.” Her voice is soft and her hand on my chest even softer. Leaning down to kiss her, I let the kiss linger, waiting for her to hum in approval. She does and I knew she would. I love that sound. I love how easily she kisses me.

  “I hate that I have to leave you tomorrow,” she says it so easily, so used to it. She’s alright with what we have. She would be fine with this for as long as I let it happen.

  “Hopefully I’ll see you soon,” I answer her and her eyes open, staring at my chest rather than meeting my gaze.

  “Do you know when that will be?” she questions.

  I hate that I have to answer her the way I do, “No,” I tell her.

  I bet she thinks she’s gotten away with hiding her disappointment, but I see it. “That’s alright,” she tells me, even though I know she feels that same ache in her chest I do at the thought of not having another night like this planned. She can’t say goodbye so easily.

  Her pointer traces my collarbone when she whispers what we’ve told each other every time for years now, “It’s never goodbye. Only until next time.”

  Olivia

  “Why do I choose the walk of shame?”

  Nick’s first response to my groggy morning question is a rough chuckle that jostles the bed. “I can go get your things,” he offers, “Or Autumn can bring them?”

  I shake my head, brushing my cheek against his firm chest before resting my head back against him, “It’s okay, I’ll walk it with pride,” I answer with a simper and lightheartedness.

  The early morning sun is peeking in and I check the clock to find it’s nearly eight. Last night filters in as my eyes adjust to morning and the easy rest in Nick’s bed changes into the reality that I need to leave it and I may never share one with him again.

  “You’re really leaving?” I question but I didn’t mean to. The disbelief simply slipped out.

  He breathes in deep and his chest moves with it, so I remove mys
elf from the cozy spot and sit up, covering myself with the sheets. As I do, the ache between my thighs intensifies. I’ll feel him for days.

  “Yeah, just one night this time. I have to get somethings settled,” Nick doesn’t look at me as he talks, instead he reaches for the bottle of water on the nightstand and hands it to me.

  “Thanks,” I tell him and my smile is weak. I drink down as many gulps as I can, trying to pause the unwanted thoughts filtering through my mind.

  “You okay?”

  “Huh?” I look up into Nick’s steely blues to find them riddled with concern. “Fine,” I lie. “I just have to get going.”

  With the excuse spilled, I gather the sheets, pushing them out of the way and search for my dress and underwear.

  “You don’t have to go. We can order in breakfast,” he offers but there’s no hope in his voice.

  I was already a drink down last night, but still. How did I go to bed with him one last time, knowing that he was leaving? How did I think I could do it? Stay here with him and say goodbye?

  I struggle with my strap and Nick climbs out of bed, still naked and in all his glory to help me.

  “Olivia,” his voice is gentle. “You don’t have to run off,” he whispers at my neck and then pulls my back into his chest.

  “I’m not running off,” I lie. “I just need a shower and to prepare.”

  I turn around, conscious of the fact that I haven’t brushed my teeth. I usually use his toothbrush, but I also typically stay. This morning isn’t typical. I can feel that in my bones.

  “Never goodbye. Only until next time.” He smiles when he says it and that’s why I can only nod, not trusting myself to speak. With a wave of my hand, I leave him there, and put on a brave face when I open the door to my shared room with Autumn. I don’t want her to know how much I’m breaking right now. Nothing is certain. He may not move. It may not be over. That thought is the only thing that keeps me glued together.