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ride. I alternate fast, slow, hard, soft… you
name it—I give it to her. I mean, it’s basic missionary
position, but the way I have her legs and hips raised, I know I’m
hitting her at her deepest point, and her increased moaning confirms
it.
    We haven’t
even kissed yet, and I wonder if she wants to. I could take it or
leave it, frankly. Too intimate sometimes, which gives me the
heebie-jeebies, but I’ll do it if the woman wants it. Let’s
face it… I’ll do practically anything a woman wants me
to.
    As I continue to
fuck her, Marie stares out the window at the building across the way,
with a glazed and rapturous look on her face. She’s wondering
if we’re being watched, not that anyone could see a lot of
detail without some binoculars or a telescope, but I suppose it’s
possible.
    I look down at her…
scarves binding her hands, my arms pinning her legs in place, at my
mercy while I pound away inside of her body
    Fuck, that’s
hot, and I can feel my orgasm start to bubble.
    Then it boils.
    Then it fucking
erupts.
    I place my face in
the pillow that’s supporting Marie’s head, lost in a haze
of lust and bliss, shouting hoarsely into it as I spurt into her.
    As soon as the last
shudder works its way from my spine out through my dick, I pull out
of her and roll to the side. That was a workout, and I’m
breathing heavily. So is she, not because she did anything, but
because her heart rate is through the roof.
    Glancing over at
her, I ask, “Did you come a second time?” I had gotten so
overwhelmed in lust that I didn’t even think to wait for her.
    She nods her head,
eyes still glazed but with a satisfied smile on her face.
    I turn and look back
at the ceiling. “Good. That’s good.”
    My breathing finally
calms and I roll off the bed, untying one of Marie’s hands. I
walk back around, stopping at the end to pick up my clothes. Marie
just watches me, her chest and those glorious tits I all but ignored
still heaving.
    When I put on my
t-shirt and zip up my jeans, because I dressed über casual
tonight, I finally untie her other hand. She rolls onto her side,
tucking her hand under her face, and watches me put on my socks and
shoes.
    When I’m done,
I walk back over to her and lean down, placing a light kiss on her
forehead. She sighs and closes her eyes, never saying a word to me. I
turn for the door, already looking forward to drinking a beer and
watching Sports Center when I get home.
    Marie hadn’t
said a word during that entire fuck session.
    It makes me smile
because it’s just the way I like it.
    I tell myself that
over and over again, as I walk out of the hotel.
    It was just the
way I like it.
    Just the way I
like it.
    I keep repeating it,
ignoring the gnawing emptiness at the center of my chest… the
painful squeeze of some unrealized longing. I choose to believe I may
be having a heart attack rather than think the unthinkable…
that maybe something is truly missing.
    Ridiculous really.
    Yup… fuck ‘em
and leave ‘em. That’s the stuff that dreams are made of.

Chapter 2

    I stare at the
deposition transcript in front of me, read the same line for probably
the third time, and it’s just not sinking in. Glancing at my
watch, I see it’s almost four o’clock.
    I’m distracted
and feeling off center. If I’m honest with myself, I’ve
been feeling that way a lot lately. It’s like the flavor has
gone out of everything. My food doesn’t taste as good, my
courtroom victories aren’t as sweet and fuck, I hate to even
admit it… a woman’s clit on my tongue hasn’t had
that much allure either.
    I think that’s
because I’ve been having too much of it.
    Right?
    That could be the
reason, although, even as I think that fucking idiotic sentiment, my
rational side is rolling its eyeballs. No man can ever have enough
sex. That’s the truth.
    Pushing the
transcript aside, I pull up my internet browser and navigate my way
to ONO’s secure server. I type in my logon and