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so satisfying. It was delicious.
    Stan planted his fingers in the grass on either side of her shoulders and pushed up, driving into her more fiercely. He was praying to the gods as he was obviously climbing to the heights of his own pleasure. Dionne drew her knees back to her chest to offer more of herself to him. He was so vulnerable as he sent his cries out over into the canyon. It was deeply satisfying for her to watch him come and so hard too.
    Finally, he collapsed on top of her, nestling his body onto hers. His weight was almost too much pressure on her full breasts. Dionne encouraged him over to the side, towards the drop. Their limbs were still tangled into one another. He was still on the throes of the moment but she was clearheaded. It had been as intense for him as it had been for her. Recovered, he turned to her, cutting a look out of the corner of his eye.
    “My goodness,” he declared.
    He rolled her gently on her stomach, hitched her buttocks back up towards him. And entered her again. He was not the polite, patient man he had been the first go round. He took her like a possession and less like a partner. It was all about him. He drove into her with a quick, powerful rhythm and came quickly, ragefully. He collapsed behind her, burying his face into her shoulder.
    Dionne wasn’t sure she liked that as much, but she was completely satisfied. And for some reason she felt as if she could conduct business with him without any sort of interference by their animalistic sexual attraction. She also remembered what her recruiter said, that it could be a temporary position.
    She turned to him and said, “Show me the powder room.”
    He laughed. “Certainly,”
    Stan shadowed her, directing her while in the house to find their way to the bathroom. He had the ability to pull back his energy, to connect with her when it was cool and to give her space when she needed it. And she needed it. In the bathroom her thoughts brewed about what had just happened between them and what they wanted to accomplish in the immediate future. She formulated her expression of those thoughts as she bathed herself in a way that her mother used to call a whore’s bath.
    It had been such amazing sex. The stars were like fireworks in the brilliant California sky but now, as she dabbed the itchy places left by the grass, reality was less romantic. She was mildly allergic to the grass and blotches started to puff on her skin. She ran the water so it was as cool as possible to ease her discomfort. The silk of her dress, soft as it was, was going to be a nuisance. Dionne freshened in the bidet and finished putting herself back together.
    Stan lingered in his living room that was adorned with a blunt stone fireplace. It looked ancient, like something out of the frontier, but that was typical of wealthy California mansions. They could be brand new and still have the worn-in, broken-in comfort of a place with more years. Cool was timeless and Stan was certainly that. The way he stood, aloof, pretending to scan a magazine, Dionne wondered now that they had sex if his posture was one of no longer interested or if he was being cool and casual. She knew for sure that something in the way they had sex the second time combined with her now treacherously itching skin made it so she didn’t want to have sex with him anymore. She wanted to keep it all business.
    When she stepped into the living room, quietly, he looked up and read her. He tilted his head and asked gently, “What?”
    “I had a really good time tonight but moving forward I am going to keep it platonic between us and I would like for you to do the same,” she said after sucking in a deep breath. It wasn’t an unreasonable request and yet she had to work up her nerve to make it.
    “Fine,” he replied, the corners of his eyes glittering, almost as if he were suppressing a laugh. Like he found something amusing.
    “Is there something funny?” she asked perturbed.
    “Nope,” he answered