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up, and up, to position my body over him. Then, between us, our fingers jostling, we ease the tip of his cock inside me, and I sink down again, and down and down and down.
    I gasp. It's like he's pushing into every cell in my body and every corner of my mind. He totally engulfs my heart, and I have to close my eyes to hide the tears.
    Oh, how I love him. Life will never be the same again.
    I blink hard and dash at my eyes, praying he won't notice, but when I look down at him, his own eyes are closed and his beautiful face is a mask of taut sensation. We settle into a rhythm, slapping against each other, Innes hands at my waist guiding my movements as I incline over him, my hands braced upon his shoulders. When the gathering of tension becomes too intense, I arch back, supporting myself one-handed on his thigh. With my free hand, I reach for my clit, but he's already there, seeking it out, wanting to give.
    After that, all is mad crazy beauty; a chain of orgasms, several of mine, and one of his. There are moments when I'm not sure where I end and Innes begins. It's the closest thing to Paradise upon this earth, but in the aftermath, cuddled against him, the tears return.
    After this, nobody else will ever reach me quite the same, and though Innes murmurs my name, I sense his thoughts are as troubled as mine.
    *** *** ***
    Christmas is over. The New Year has begun. It's my first day back at work, but no sign of Innes yet. He must have been in yesterday though, because there are papers to file from the Simpson deal. Or maybe he worked on them while staying with his family?
    We haven't spoken since our strange, slightly awkward parting. He seemed to hug me as hard as I hugged him, but neither of us could think of anything much to say. He's texted me a few times since – odd, funny, strangely intimate little missives from his family home, nothing about "us" but feeling like messages from a friend.
    But now we're back to being working colleagues, although I'm not really sure I'll be able to hack it.
    How shall I greet him? How shall I be with him? Do I even refer to our chilly idyll? I just wish he was here, so we could face the situation head-on.
    I make coffee. I get on with routine tasks. I watch the door, my eyes yearning for a glimpse of him, no matter how problematical our new relationship is.
    After half an hour, the door swings open. He's here!
    Innes strides in, so handsome and familiar, yet so different from my beloved Christmas "patient". Restored to full health, he's immaculately suited and groomed in the way that's always taken my breath away. But having seen him naked adds an amazing new dimension. Having touched him makes me flutter with instant desire.
    He comes straight over to my desk, and pauses, not saying anything, just pursing his lips. I can see complex emotions on his face, shadows in his eyes. Oh hell, this is awkward.
    "Look, this is uncomfortable, isn't it?" I blurt out, standing up. Innes' eyes widen as if he was about to say the very same thing. "What happened, happened, but we can be adult about it. I can pretend it never happened, if you can. If that's what you want. We never have talk about it ever again." Once it's out, I feel deflated and ready to sit down again. Innes looks first thunderstruck, and then a bit angry.
    "Well, I can't pretend it never happened and I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it right now!" He grasps me by the arm, his fingers firm and strong as I remember them from bed. "Let's have some coffee and sort this out, get it over with."
    A few minutes later, we're in his office, sitting in the little conversation area where he chats with important visitors. Innes is on the sofa beside me, instead of the chair opposite. He's far too close for comfort, and just being near to him is both agony and ecstasy. He looks as tense as I feel, and he seems to be missing his usual poise and self-possession.
    He launches into it, just as I did. "Look, Cally, I've just been over to