the other lifted one of my legs over his shoulder as he slammed his manhood into me, right to the root. It was pure, intoxicating pleasure that sent me reeling to another world as I felt my climax rising.
“I’m gonna come, Leslie,” he growled softly, holding back what could have been a loud wail that would have pierced through every room of the station.
I bit down on my lip to try and subdue the scream that my orgasm brought forth, coming as his climax released into me, making my body quake uncontrollably. He lowered his body on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around his chest and let my leg drop. It felt amazing to be completely satiated at work. I guess I was being selfish—it wouldn’t matter if I got fired because I had a winning ticket in my purse; and everything seemed surreal.
“That was so good, it would be worth it if we got in trouble,” he whispered in my ear. I laughed softly and basked in the moment.
“Totally. We should get up,” I said after I recovered, but honestly, I could stay there all day.
Drew lifted himself off and kissed my cheek. “I have a confession to make.”
“What’s that?”
“I want you again, Leslie. So fucking bad. Can I see you later?”
“I want you too,” I said as he helped me down from the counter. “I just don’t know how the day will go yet. Can I call you?”
“Of course.”
We got dressed quickly, and I headed out to get myself straightened out in the ladies room.
***
T he picture of Luke had been on my desk since the day he told me he was going into the armed forces. When he told me the news, I felt abandoned. Our dad had taken off when I was eight years old, and Luke was four. I thought that was bad, but I didn’t think things could get any worse when our mother died of cancer two weeks after I turned eighteen. Luke and I ended up living with our aunt, and God bless her—she took care of us like we were one of her kids.
Still, Luke was everything to me. I stayed local to attend college just so we could be close as he got through high school. A month after he graduated, he announced he was joining the army. It scared me beyond words. I felt like I could easily go off the deep end if I lost him too, but it was what he wanted, so I had to stay strong.
Whenever he would come home, it would be that much harder to say goodbye when he had to leave. I always feared the worst. As much as I didn’t want to stress out about the inevitable, I found myself worrying that there’d be a day he would not come home. I had no idea when he was home for Christmas one year that he wouldn’t be going back. He was in the accident, and four days later, he was gone. It was Christmas Eve. I couldn’t celebrate the holidays after that.
I glanced at the picture, remembering the sound of his laugh. We were so close. I knew his passing changed me. I couldn’t take risks after he was gone. It was hard to smile for so long. Thank God for Monica back then. She pulled me out of the worst depression. She kept reminding me he would want me to live. That’s what changed my outlook.
I put the picture down and reached for my phone. It was time to live out loud and celebrate for Luke.
The number of the lottery office rang several times. I had thought about making the call from my car. The staff were busy getting ready for the mid-morning news show, so only a few people were around. I could barely stay in my chair as the automated prompts led me to a live person.
“Hello, this is Texas Lotto, where we can make your millionaire dreams come true. Shari speaking. How may I help you?”
“Hello. I need to speak to someone about a winning ticket.”
“Just a minute, please.” I heard a clicking noise and then the sound of background music.
I was humming along until it clicked again.
“This is Matthew Branch, how may I help you?”
“Hello, Mr. Branch. I’m calling to discuss my winning ticket. I won the lottery on Sunday night! The twenty-eight million dollar