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fast as
they come in contact with the heat of me. When he brings another one to my
clit, I am bucking and I cry out as he slips it into me. The shock turns to
insane pleasure.
    “Jesus. What are you doing?”
    He puts another inside of me but then the cold stops. He is
moving and his body is bearing down and he is fucking me and, sweet Lord, I
cannot imagine how it can keep getting better. Every single time is more
amazing than the last. We both come quickly. It is late so he unties me and
kisses me once more before turning out the light.
    I turn to my side and he spoons me, our naked bodies
clinging to one another as we drift off to sleep, exhausted.
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    T his time, Mike wakes me before he leaves. He is already
fingering me when I fully realize what is happening.
    “Good morning,” I say.
    “Good morning. Feel free to go back to sleep. I just
thought I would have a little fun before work.”
    “Nice try.”
    I mount him from reverse and he sits up slightly so that
his cock is hitting my pleasure point. I lean forward more and tickle his
balls. He thrusts a few times before we both come quickly. He knows how to
please me and how to ensure I come each time.
    “I hate leaving you,” he says as he sits down next to me.
    “That’s just because you’re addicted to fucking me,” I tell
him.
    “I suppose that’s partly true, but you know, it’s crazy. I
actually missed you all day yesterday. I have known you less than a week and
yet I can’t stand being apart from you.”
    “Are we really going to wait two weeks to see one another?”
I ask.
    “We shall see. Maybe I will come and boyfriend-proof that
apartment of yours.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “See you tonight.”
    I can’t fall asleep after he leaves, so I decide to call
Katie.
    “Hey,” she says. She is half asleep and I realize it’s
Sunday morning. She probably just went to bed,
    “I think I’m in trouble,” I tell her. “I am falling in love
with my boss.”
    “Does he like you?”
    “I think so, but it’s weird. He gets really quiet if I
mention anything personal.”
    “Is he married?”
    “No. Definitely not.”
    “Have you Googled him?”
    “What?”
    “Google him. Maybe you will learn something?”
    “Thanks. Good idea.”
    “Of course. And never again call me before one on a
Sunday.” She hangs up and I Google Mike’s name. Most of the hits are about his
business, interviews with Forbes and other magazines, or articles about
charitable contributions. It is on page four that I see the article.
    Local Businessman Mourns Wife and Son
    Local businessman Mike Arnauer mourns today as
he attends the funeral of his wife and son. Arnauer’s wife Eileen and their
son, James, were killed in a tragic accident last weekend. Arnauer was driving
the car when it hit a patch of ice and spun out, slamming into a guardrail.
Eileen and James, who was also on the passenger side, were killed on impact;
Arnauer suffered minor injuries but now must start over on his own.
    The article is dated twenty years ago. I was three years
old. Now I understand Mike’s reluctance to be involved with anyone seriously.
He is probably still devastated.
    I spend the day watching television and trying to decide
what to say to him. When he gets back, I am not dressed yet.
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t change yet.”
    “It’s alright,” he says. “We canceled dinner. We were able
to get the deal done today. It’s better, because I am tired anyway. Tomorrow I
have the one meeting and then we need to see my local client. So it’ll be good
to rest easy.”
    He gets into the bed next to me. He starts caressing my
ass, but I can’t stop thinking about the article. The mood is not coming, and
he can tell.
    “Are you okay?” His concern is touching. He stops his
caresses and sits up. “What’s wrong?”
    “I shouldn’t have pried, but I Googled you.”
    “Why?”
    “It was Katie’s suggestion.”
    “What did you tell Katie?”
    “That I was falling in love