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laughed and kissed me again, lingering though the position was awkward. “I’d have to lick it all off….”
    “That sounds like a very good way to get an infection,” I said crisply, and he let me go.
    Together, we tossed the paper plates and put away leftovers. James found many excuses to rub and bump against me, always with a falsely innocent “Pardon me, excuse me,” that made me laugh and punch his arm. Finally he backed me against the sink and pinned me. His hands closed around my wrists, pressing my hands down to the countertop. His pelvis anchored mine.
    “Hi,” he said.
    “Hello.”
    “Fancy meeting you here.” He nudged me with his erection.
    “We have to stop meeting like this. It’s really too shocking.”
    He pressed closer to me, knowing I couldn’t move away. His breath, redolent of garlic and onion but in a delicious and not repugnant way, gusted over my face. He tilted his head to align our mouths, but he didn’t kiss me.
    “Are you shocked?”
    I gave my head the slightest shake. “Not yet.”
    “Good.”
    Sometimes it was like that with us. Fast and hot and hard, swift and frantic fucking without bothering to do more than slide aside panties and unzip a fly. He was inside me in a heartbeat, and I was wet for him. Slick. My body gave him no resistance as he filled me, and we both cried out.
    My arms went around his neck, his hand beneath one thigh to shift the angle. We rattled the cupboards. I wasn’t sure I’d come but something in the way his body hit my pelvis, over and over, tipped me into a short, sharp climax. James followed just after my body tightened around him. His face dropped to my shoulder, both of us breathing hard. The position quickly became painful and awkward, and we untangled ourselves with stiff motions. He put his arms around me, and we stood together as our breathing slowed and the sweat on our faces cooled in the breeze coming in the window.
    “When’s your next appointment with the doctor?” James’s question made me blink.
    “I haven’t made one.”
    I pushed away from him to rearrange my clothes and wash the grill utensils. The dish soap made my fingers slippery, and I dropped the tongs into the steel sink with a clatter that sounded like an accusation. James, however, did not accuse.
    “Are you going to?”
    I looked at him. “I’ve just been busy.”
    He could’ve pointed out that since the local counseling center I’d worked for had lost its funding and closed, I’d been anything but busy. He didn’t. He shrugged and accepted my answer like it made sense, even though it didn’t.
    “Why?” I asked. “Are you in a hurry?”
    James smiled. “I thought you wanted to get started. Hey, who knows, maybe we just made a baby. Just now.”
    That was utterly unlikely. “How lucky would that be?”
    He reached for me again. “Pretty lucky?”
    I snorted delicately. “To have conceived our child standing up in the kitchen?”
    “Maybe she’d be a good cook.”
    “Or he. Boys can be good cooks, too.” I tossed a handful of suds his way.
    James buffed his nails on his shirtfront. “Yeah, just like his old man.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Oh…yeah.”
    Before we could disintegrate into teasing about James’s lack of culinary skills, the phone rang. I reached for it automatically. James took the opportunity of my distraction to knuckle my sides.
    I was laughing, breathless, when I answered. “Hello?”
    The crackle of static and silence greeted me. Then, “Anne?”
    I fended off my husband’s wandering hands. “Yes?”
    “Hello, Anne.” The voice was low, deep, thick. Unfamiliar yet something made me think I knew it.
    “Yes?” I said, uncertain, glancing at the clock. It seemed rather late for a telemarketer.
    “This is Alex. How are you?”
    “Oh. Alex. Hello.” My laugh sounded embarrassed this time. James raised an eyebrow. I’d never spoken to Alex. “You must want to speak to James.”
    “No,” said Alex. “I’d like to talk to