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When I push open my door, he sure is a sight for sore eyes. He’s lounging on my couch in a t-shirt and basketball shorts. I let my eyes wander for just a minute, getting my fill of him.Damn, I am one lucky woman.He smiles and closes the gap between us, wrapping me up in his arms and planting a kiss on my lips.

“I could get used to coming home like this every night.” I sigh as he kisses my neck.

“You look good enough to eat. Watching you take control of that meeting today was something else.” He nips my earlobe, and a pang of need hits me hard in my center.

“You already told me that today.” I swat his arm, trying to pull from his grasp.

“You need a reminder.” He swats my ass with his large hand as I moan. “This skirt drove me crazy today. Whoever designed it needs a standing ovation. I kept fantasizing about bending you over the table in the meeting and having my way with you.”

“Oh, God.” I close my eyes, picturing it. Picturing the thrill of being in my office as we do something so dirty where we could get caught.

He pushes me backward until we are next to the couch and then spins me around, pressing me down so my hands are on the armrest. I widen my stance, knowing exactly what he wants. He’s about to get the surprise of a lifetime when he sees I’m not wearing any panties.

He pushes my skirt over my hips and groans. “Are you kidding me? You haven’t been wearing any all day?”

I look over my shoulder and shake my head, a smile creeping up. He drags his fingers through my soaked folds, then brings them to his mouth for a taste. I bite my lip; the scene is so erotic. I want him in me so bad. I want to feel all of him, no barrier.

“Tristan?”

“Yeah, babe?” he asks, rubbing himself against my ass.

“I want to feel all of you. No condom.” I hold my breath, waiting for his answer.

I feel his dick pulse against me, so I know I didn’t scare him too bad. He steps back long enough to pull his shorts down and slicks himself up with my arousal. When he pushes the tip in, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. He inches in slowly, each of us moaning with the pure ecstasy of this moment. I’m wound so tight from just thinking about having him in me that it’s only a few thrusts before I come apart on him, thrusting my hips back to extend my own euphoria.

He grips tight on my hips, and I’m sure I’ll have bruises in the morning, but I don’t care. He comes quickly, grunting and breathing heavily as he empties everything into me. He slowly pulls out and places his hand on my back to keep me in place. He hurries to the bathroom to get a cloth and helps clean both of us up, like the gentleman he is.

When I turn to face him, I’m smiling so bright I’m surprised my face hasn’t cracked. I expected his expression to match mine, but there are worry lines marring his perfect face. I somber up quickly.

“What’s wrong?”

He drags his hands down his face and then pushes his fingers through his hair. “You’re the only one I’ve ever had that way. Ten years ago, when I took you that way, that was the first and last time until now.”

I hold his face in my hands. “You’re the only one I’ve ever had sex with that way, too.”

His eyes light up. “Really?”

I shrug and kick off my heels, making me almost a foot shorter than him. “Yeah. When you took my virginity, I wanted to have that first experience with you, and no one has ever been good enough to have it with again.”

He’s rendered speechless, and I stand on my tip-toes to kiss him. Everything seems right between us until I remember the reason I didn’t want to come home. I need to tell him about my upcoming trip. Hillary booked my flight to London for tomorrow night, returning Saturday morning.

I put off telling him and decide to order some food and watch a movie snuggled on the couch. I’m not ready to let him go just yet. I want to stay in our bubble just a bit longer. That all comes to a halt when his phone rings, and his dad’s name flashes across the screen.

“Dad, what’s wrong?” He sits forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

The volume on his phone is just loud enough for me to hear some of what he says.Mom has been in an accident. Not her fault. Drunk driver.Everything changes in an instant. The electric energy fizzles and turns dark. Now, my goosebumps aren’t because of his touch—it’s fear.

He stands and walks to the bedroom, leaving me sitting there alone to wonder. I want to give him space, but I struggle because I want to hold him and take away some of the pain I know he must be feeling. So, I do the next best thing. I pull open my computer and start looking for the next flight to Laramie.

I find a flight that leaves tomorrow morning at six and start typing in all of his information. He walks back into the room, looking panicked. His eyes are wide, and he can’t focus on any one thing in the room.

“I found you a flight for six tomorrow morning. It’s the first one with availability.”

He nods. “Okay, thanks,” he mumbles as I finish typing in my credit card information.

Last-minute flight, eight hundred dollars for one way. I know he probably paid more than that to come out here, and honestly, I wouldn’t bat an eye if it meant helping him get to his family. His mom has always been so loving and welcoming to me. Even after all this time.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I urge, keeping my voice quiet.