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she closed her eyes and let her head fall beside his. Nick’s breath rushed past her ear, each exhalation sharper and faster than the one before, and she rolled her hips a little more just to drive him out of his min d .
     
    “Jesus Christ,” he breathed. “That’s amazing. Fuck, I’m gonna come, I’m — ” He sucked in a sharp breath as his back arched beneath her. Deanna rolled her hips faster, harder, taking him as deep as she could.
     
    “Oh God, oh my God ...” Nick grabbed her hips and pulled her down in the same instant he thrust upward, burying his cock as far inside her as he could, and he moaned as his entire body shuddered with the force of his orgasm and his last ditch efforts to take a few deep, erratic strokes.
     
    With a soft whimper and one last shudder, he relaxed. S he collapsed over him. He stroked her hair and kissed her. Sparks still crackled along the length of her spine, and her entire body tingled as she and Nick lazily made out in between trying to catch their breath.
     
    And with the need sated, the delirium cleared, the passion cooled, Deanna’s heart pounded with an altogether different rhythm. Her stomach tightened. Reality set in.
     
    Nick’s hands slowly loosened their grasp on her hips. When she pushed herself up and looked down at him, when his eyes widened and lips parted, she didn’t have to ask if the same epiphany had worked its way into his mind.
     
    Oh shit.
     
    What did we just do?
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Four
     
     
     
    Nick and Deanna didn’t make any eye contact as they fixed their clothes. There was a public restroom not far away, and the need to clean themselves up and shake off all this sand was a convenient enough excuse for them to duck into separate concrete-enclosed spaces.
     
    Alone with his thoughts and his conscience, Nick avoided his own eyes in the dingy, graffiti-covered mirror as he brushed sand off his skin and clothes. He’d probably be chasing sand out of his hair for days, and his skin crawled as a few grains sprinkled from his hair, down the back of his neck and under his collar.
     
    Once he’d gotten rid of some of the sand, he turned on the faucet and cupped his hands under it. Splashing water on his face, all he could think was what the fuck did we just do?
     
    He’d noticed from day one that Deanna was attractive — who wouldn’t? — but she’d never been an option. She’d been married when they met, and by the time she divorced, Nick was with Kristina. This, what happened out there on the sand, had never crossed his mind. Sure, he’d had his share of impure thoughts about her before she’d introduced him to her sister, but he’d fantasized about plenty of women he never expected to actually touch.
     
    Taking a deep breath, Nick met his own eyes in the mirror. There was no going back now. It wasn’t that he’d intended to try to win Kristina back — this split was a long time coming, and needed to happen — but it shouldn’t have ended the way it did. Not with him dropping a bomb on her like that. Once the dust had settled, he needed to talk to her, see if they could mend fences and walk away peacefully. Maybe not as friends, but… something other than his departure this morning.
     
    But now? Jesus, how he could he look her in the eye and tell her he never meant to hurt her, that he still loved her, now that he’d fucked Deanna?
     
    He’d have to man up and figure it out, though. After all, he couldn’t hide in this restroom forever, no matter how much he really, really wanted to at the moment. At this point, all he could do was not screw things up worse than they already were. Given that he’d have to open his mouth at some point, the odds weren’t promising.
     
    God, please don’t let me hurt her more than I already have .
     
    Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself and went back outside. Deanna was nowhere in sight, but the mechanical roar of a hand dryer echoed in the ladies’ room, so