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gripping his back so tightly she cut him with her nails. He didn’t care. Blood would be a small price to pay as he maintained, prolonged, waiting for the moment of pure bliss when Stacey would come around his cock.
    She shattered, as he’d wanted her to. Her head thrown back, her back arched, she practically glowed as her muscles clenched and relaxed, milking his cock, begging him to finish inside her.
    He took one last deep breath and gave in to the ache traveling up his spine. His cum splattered into the condom, streaming into the protection instead of taking hold deep inside of her.
    For one moment, disappointment filled him. If he’d never left her, they’d have had children together. He knew for sure.
    But all thought fled his mind. Peace descended on him, and he wrapped Stacey up in his arms, rolling them both over until she lay on top of him. His cock ached and he pulled it out of her, carefully removing the condom after he did. Her garbage can, placed right next to the bed, proved useful when he deposited the evidence of their fucking.
    Although it had felt a little bit more intense than any of the other…fucking he’d ever done. Maybe fucking wouldn’t prove to be the right word.
    He waited in silence to see how he felt. The clock on the wall ticked the minutes by.
     
    ***
     
    Stacey snuggled against the warm body next to her. Aidan had always gone silent after sex, and nothing had changed in that respect. In all the other ways, his skill set had improved tenfold. They’d always been good together, but the man had learned some moves in the last fifteen years. She smiled at the way her body sagged with lethargy.
    “Are you hungry?” It was after eleven at night. She’d had dinner hours earlier, but maybe he hadn’t eaten at the hospital.
    “I ate a lot today. Couldn’t seem to stop doing it.” His voice held a note of sadness she wished she could dispel. But even mind-blowing sex wouldn’t make up for what he’d been through.
    “That’s normal. It’s a feed-the-pain scenario. So what you’re saying is you don’t wish for any more food?” She pinched him, and he pressed a kiss on her knuckles for her trouble.
    “I’m saying since I can’t live at the gym this week or any foreseeable future weeks, I better not eat so much.”
    She yawned. “As long as it’s the exception, not the rule.”
    He bent over to kiss her neck. “When did you cut your hair like this?”
    Stacey ran a hand through her short locks. “Twelve years ago. Do you like it or hate it? You can tell me the truth. I’m not changing it either way.”
    Aidan laughed and the sound made her grin. “Then why do you care what I think?”
    “Because I want to know.” Damn it.
    “I think you were gorgeous with long blond tresses. Every guy in school wanted his hands in them. But, like this, you look like some fairy princess come to life. And it gives me better access to bite your neck.” He leaned over like he meant to do it, and she squealed.
    “No. Please. There’s no way to hide a hickey with my hair like this.”
    “Oh, but it would be so fun to leave my mark there.” His voice told her he teased her. “I want the whole world to know I got in your pants.”
    “You’re hysterical.”
    He scrunched back down against the headboard. “My sense of humor is an acquired taste.”
    “Clearly.” She turned off the light and then snuggled back down on him. “I’m not sure how you want to work this February arrangement, but if you’re staying the night we need to go to sleep. I have work tomorrow.”
    “Right.” He yawned. “What are you photographing?”
    “A family. It’s a preliminary bar mitzvah sitting. I’ll do the actual event, but they wanted some posed pictures first.” She smiled. Family photos were her favorite part of the job. Her own walls were lined with her mother, father, and five siblings in all kinds of posed and candid shots.
    For her, it had always been important to remember where she’d come