Notes: If you read the one-shot, this chapter is going to be familiar, but there are some new parts for you to enjoy! Next chapter is almost all brand-new!

Big thanks to Sunflower3759 for beta-ing for me, along with LisaDawn75. Couldn't do this without you!

The following day was a Saturday, and when Tanya and I met for lunch, I told her about the conversation I'd had with Edward.

She was outraged, her big blue eyes wide with shock. "But I've seen the way he looks at you, Bella!"

I smiled sadly. "I know. But he gave me a bunch of reasons why it wasn't a good idea, and I think I've humiliated myself enough, thanks. I fucking threw myself at him, and he declined. I am certainly not about to do it again." I was pleased that my voice was steady, even though I honestly felt like crying. Again.

She frowned. "Well, maybe he'll change his mind or something… You never know."

"Maybe." I was not at all hopeful about that happening.

"And you can always tease him a little bit next week. Dress up and leave him hot and bothered."

"That I might do," I mused. "If nothing else, I'd feel great. And he'll know what he's missing out on."

"Exactly."

~BtBR~

On Sunday night, I flipped through the pieces in my wardrobe. I was pretty thrifty, and although I hadn't spent much on the clothing, I had some nice pieces. Thrift stores and consignment shops had helped me build a nice professional wardrobe. I definitely don't want to go trashy, I mused. Edward wasn't that kind of guy. Besides, I was trying to be somewhat subtle about the fact that I was torturing him. I put the red, low-cut blouse back in the closet. He'd like texture and mysterious pieces that hinted, rather than shouted, I decided. I put together several outfits for the week, and the next morning I got up a few minutes early to spend a little extra time getting ready.

I figured Edward and I would go back to our usual routine. He would say hello in the morning, say goodbye to me in the evening, and he wouldn't flirt with me at all. No harm, no foul. I'd just have to continually remind myself that this was probably for the best, even if it didn't feel that way.

I couldn't have planned it better if I had tried. I was leaning over my desk on Monday morning trying to retrieve a folder that had fallen behind the hanging files when he walked by. I was facing him when he walked in, and I looked up at him. I was sure he could see a little way down my shirt, although not far enough to see my bra.

"Morning, Bella," he said, his eyes lingering on the neckline of my shirt.

"Morning." I stood up and smiled at him.

"How are you?" He looked nervous all of a sudden, as if I was going to start yelling at him for the way things had ended between us on Friday…or report him to HR.

"Great. I had a really good weekend," I lied. "You?"

"I've had better. Did you have big plans for the weekend?"

"Oh no, just something that kind of came up spontaneously, but the companionship was nice."

It was cruel of me to use that word when I knew it would drive him crazy wondering what I meant by it. My lunch date with Tanya on Saturday and study group on Sunday were a far cry from the weekend he was probably picturing. For a moment, I was viciously pleased that he was probably imaging me with another guy.

"Ahh, yes, well, have a nice day," he said a bit stiffly.

"You, too." I gave him a friendly smile and went back to work.

BtBR

The week continued much in the same vein. Edward passed by in the morning, and I was friendly and dressed to tease. If we passed in the hall or happened to brush by each other, I was subtly flirty. The final nail in the coffin was Thursday at lunchtime. The best part was it was completely accidental.

I glanced up at the next patient who stepped in front of my desk to register to see an old friend of mine.

"Emmett!" I got up from my desk and hurried around it. I gave him an enthusiastic greeting, and he hugged me back. "I can't believe you stopped by! What are you doing here?"

"I thought I'd surprise you for lunch, if you have the time to go."

"I'd love to. I'm headed out in a few minutes anyway; can you wait until I finish up this email and get my things together?"

"Of course."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Edward in the lobby just outside our office door. Did he see my interaction with Emmett? I wondered. If he hadn't, it wasn't a big deal, but if he had, so much the better. I hastily saved my email and logged off of my computer before grabbing my bag. I waved casually at Edward, who was loitering in the lobby on his cell phone. He gave me a half-hearted wave and glowered at Emmett.

I cuddled up to Emmett who gave me a one armed hug and a kiss on the top of the head - not at all an unusual greeting for us. "So, where are you taking me to lunch?" I asked.

We walked out the door arm-in-arm, and I didn't miss the scowl on Edward's face.

Once we were in his Jeep, Emmett turned to look at me. "What was that all about?" he asked.

I gave him a sheepish grin. Emmett had been my absolute best friend growing up, and I had never been any good at hiding things from him. Being a cop really didn't help the issue, either. He had a sixth sense for when I was lying.

"Trying to make a guy jealous," I admitted.

"The old guy in the suit?"

Shit, of course he noticed, I thought.

"He's not old." I scowled at Emmett.

"Too old for you."

"No, he isn't."

"Come on, Bella; you can do better than that."

"Edward is a great guy. Besides, I'm not planning to spend the rest of my life with him; I just want to get laid."

"Like he can even get it up anymore," Emmett scoffed.

"Emmett!" I said, laughing. "He's not even forty yet."

"Still old enough to be your father," he muttered. Clearly, his over-protective instincts were kicking in, although I thought that had ended with high school. Apparently not.

"Well, technically, yes, but that's hardly the point."

He didn't comment, and we were both silent as we drove to a little deli down the road and went inside. Once we were settled at a table and we had placed our orders, I turned the attention to him. "So, why are you in Portland, anyway?"

"Oh, a stupid state-wide training thing for cops. Some sensitivity thing." He made a face. "I'm sensitive."

I rolled my eyes at him. "You're a moose with no verbal filter is what you are."

"Hey," he protested. "I am damn good at my job, and I know when to act appropriately."

"I know you do; I'm just teasing. How's Rose, by the way?"

"Fantastic. She's out of the first trimester and feeling great." He grinned, thinking about his pregnant wife. The smile lit up his face, making his dimples show and his soft blue eyes sparkle.

"I am so excited for you guys. Do you know if it'll be a boy or a girl yet?"

"Nah, we're going to wait to find out."

Emmett and I spent lunch catching up. We'd grown up together in Silverton, a small town about an hour south of Portland, and he still lived there. He was a deputy of the local police department under my father, Chief of Police, Charlie Swan. For years, my father been convinced that Emmett and I were going to end up together, but when Rosalie Hale sailed into town and snagged him, even Charlie had to admit that they were good together. I loved Rose, and she'd easily accepted my friendship with Emmett and become my friend, as well. Unfortunately, I didn't see them often, and I missed them both.

Edward wasn't around when I got back from lunch, and he didn't return at all that afternoon. In fact, I hardly saw him all week.

BtBR

On Friday night, I was in a hurry to leave. My friend, Alice, was going to be visiting, and I was so excited to see her. We had gone to high school together but hadn't seen each other in at least a year. She was one of my favorite people in the world and a brilliant painter. She lived in Seattle, but she was in Portland to visit me, and we had plans for the weekend.

She called while I was struggling to throw my things in my bag and get out of the office.

"Hey!" I answered the phone excitedly. "I am headed out of work now. I'll meet you in twenty, okay?"

"Sounds good. I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too," I said softly. "We shouldn't have let it go so long..."

"Definitely not. But we have the whole weekend."

"I'm yours for the whole weekend, I promise."

"Love you."

"Love you, too."

I hung up the phone and turned around to put my coat on. To my surprise, Edward was standing there with a look of shock on his face.

"Hey, Edward, you all right?"

He cleared his throat gruffly and shook his head. "I'm fine. You?"

"Great. I'm looking forward to the weekend." I glanced over at the clock on the wall. "Actually, I'm running late. I need to be at the bar."

"Have a nice weekend," he said stiffly. "Be safe."

"I will, Edward, thanks." I smiled at him. It wasn't until I was halfway to the bar that I realized what he had probably assumed from my conversation with Alice. It sounded like a conversation with a lover or boyfriend, rather than a platonic, female friend. And knowing Edward, he'd assumed just that. The corners of my lips turned up into a small smile at the thought. Well, serves him right.

Alice was waiting at the bar when I got there, and I hugged her enthusiastically. She was such a sweetheart, and I hated that we didn't get to see each other more often.

"How are you?" I asked, and she laughed and shook her head, her short, dark hair flying around her face.

"I'm going to need about three drinks before I answer that one."

"Oh, no! Come on; let's get started then, because I'm in desperate need of drinks, too."

We took a seat at a small table, and the waitress blinked in surprise when we ordered half a dozen shots, but she didn't argue. Once we'd downed them, Alice sat back with a sigh.

"What's up, Alice?" I asked. She frowned, and I observed her carefully. She was normally a happy, well-adjusted person. It was rare to see her so down.

Alice was a landscape painter in Seattle. She sold her work at a number of galleries in the city and was doing remarkably well. She was a couple of years older than me, and we'd met in high school when she had moved with her mom from Seattle to Silverton, Oregon, her junior year of high school when her parents got divorced. She'd gone back to Seattle for college, and I hated that we saw each other so rarely now.

She began. "Well, you know my ex-boyfriend, James, right?"

"Yeah, but I hadn't realized you'd broken up."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, I have a lot to catch you up on then."

I'd never met James; they'd barely begun dating last year when I went to Seattle to visit her. But she'd seemed really happy with him, and I was surprised to hear they'd broken up.

"Okay. Tell me all about it." I smiled at her, and she grimaced.

"Well, the asshole was apparently trying to pass my work off as his."

"What?"

"Yeah. He submitted some of my work as his to galleries around the country. It was new pieces, stuff I hadn't even sent to the Seattle galleries yet."

"What an asshole!" I fumed. "How long had he been doing that for?"

She shrugged. "Months, I guess. He was really jealous of how successful I am."

"How did you find out?"

She snorted. "The idiot was too stupid to put away the letter they sent him telling him they were interested in the work. I ran across it one night at his place and asked him to show me what he'd submitted. We both photograph our work, and I have my pieces organized into a portfolio for when I meet with new gallery owners. I knew he did the same, so I figured he'd just show me. He'd been struggling to get any paintings done lately, so I was all excited for him. He acted weird and wouldn't show them to me, so we got in a huge screaming fight about it, and I finally figured out what he'd done."

"That's awful."

"Yeah, I was pissed. I know he's been struggling, and it's hard when you have the creative block. But he's a good painter; I still can't figure out why he'd try to pass my work off as his own and how the hell he thought he'd get away with it."

"So, what did you do?"

"Screamed at him for about two hours, told him we were over, and got all of the shit I kept at his apartment and took it home."

"Well, but what about the galleries?"

"Oh, I didn't hesitate to inform them he was submitting my work as his. Once word of this gets out – and believe me, it will – he won't be able to sell his own shit anywhere. Moron. The funny thing is they loved the shots he sent in. If I wanted to sell my pieces in Chicago, Philadelphia, and New York, I could."

"Do you want to?"

She shook her head. "No. It's tempting; I'd love the chance to travel, but I really like focusing on the Pacific Northwest. Maybe someday, but for now, I just want to focus on this area and build from there."

I leaned forward and reached for her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "I'm so sorry, hun. That's so shitty."

"Yeah, me, too." She sighed. "I really thought it was going somewhere, too, you know? He seemed like a nice guy, and I thought maybe we were headed toward moving in together. I just feel like shit, knowing that he was such an asshole, and I had no idea. I am never trusting my taste in men again."

"Aww, I'm sure there are plenty of great guys out there," I reassured her.

"Nope, I'm taking a break from men. Fuck them." She signaled for the waitress and ordered us a couple of cocktails. I winced, knowing how shitty I was going to feel in the morning, so I ordered a couple of waters to go with our drinks.

"So, tell me all about your love life," Alice said, once the waitress was gone. "Any hotties in your bed?"

I sighed. "Not a one. And I have the worst crush on this guy at work, but there's no way it'll ever go anywhere."

Alice's reaction to my crush on Edward was interesting. She was quiet while I told her about him and what had happened recently, but she immediately spoke up when I was done.

"Yeah, that's not a good situation. I get it; he sounds hot as hell, and I totally don't blame you for the crush, but there's no way that could ever end well. Especially if you want to stay at the hospital after you have your degree."

"I know. That's the worst part; I know it's crazy to even consider anything. He obviously doesn't want me enough to make it happen anyway, but I can't stop thinking about him." I groaned and buried my head in my hands for a moment.

"It drives me nuts that he doesn't even care that there's this insane sexual tension between us. And it hurts to know that he can turn off his feelings like that," I muttered.

"I'm sorry, Bella."

"I know."

The waitress brought over our drinks, and the minute she left, I gulped half of mine and grumbled, "Well, fuck him. Fuck Edward and fuck James. Men suck."

"Here, here!" Alice raised her own half-empty glass, and we clanked them together, some of my drink spilling out onto the table. Shit, I was drunk already.

After we finished our drinks, we went to a nearby club to dance. It was the most fun I'd had in ages. We ignored all of the guys hitting on us and danced together instead. On the drunken cab ride to my apartment, we giggled as we decided we were better off without men anyway, and it was just too bad we weren't lesbians. Sadly, the attraction wasn't there, and we were going to have to settle for dealing with men, frustrating as they were, or give them up entirely. At the moment, I was leaning toward the latter.

Alice left on Monday, after a long weekend of drinking, talking, and laughing. I hugged her tightly when she left and made her promise that she'd come visit again soon.

Edward was hardly around that following week, and when he did pass through the office, he was aloof, barely speaking to me at all. When he did speak, he was curt, and I was hurt by the sudden change in his attitude toward me. The week passed slowly, and I focused on schoolwork, trying to get Edward from my mind. It was my final semester of school, and I was eager to be done. I'd started out working at Providence just to make money for tuition, but it had quickly shifted my focus. I still wanted my marketing degree, but now I was hoping I'd be able to get hired at the hospital in their marketing department. I loved working here, and although I was looking forward to beginning a career instead of a just a job, I didn't want to go to another company.

I'd started out as a part-time employee, but about a year ago, they offered me a full-time position in patient registration, and I'd taken it eagerly. It had delayed my graduation date because I could only take a couple of classes a semester. This semester, at least all but one class was online, and that one was in the evenings. Still, I'd be glad to be finished, once and for all.

On Friday night, I wrapped up my work and went to get my lunch bag out of the refrigerator like usual, only to find Edward in the break room.

"Hi," I said, startled by his presence.

"Hi, Bella."

"I was just getting my lunch," I said inanely.

He looked up guiltily from the bowl he had his hand in. "I was stealing someone's York Peppermint Patties."

I laughed. "I put them out for anyone to have; it's fine."

"Thanks." His long fingers snaked out to snag another one. "They're addictive. I think you're a bad influence."

"I try. It doesn't always work though. Some people are pretty good at resisting." I couldn't quite disguise the annoyance in my voice.

He gazed at me levelly. "It's harder than you'd think."

"I guess I got the opposite impression."

"You think it's easy for me to stay away from you?" he said slowly, dropping the pretense that we were talking about anything but our attraction to each other.

"It sure seems like it," I said, my voice sounding a little bitterer than I intended.

"I've been torturing myself over this for so long, Bella. I want you. I can't deny that."

"Then have me," I pleaded.

"I can't." His voice was pained, and the expression on his face was tortured. "I want to, so badly. But there are about a thousand reasons why it's a bad idea. The fact that we both work here and that I'm so much older are just a few of them."

"No one else has to know, Edward. It can be our little secret. You can't tell me you don't want to go against your instincts and kiss me." I stepped forward, pressing my body lightly against his.

He groaned and tugged at his tie in frustration. "I want to... But I'm just not sure this is such a good idea... I mean..."

"Edward. Shut up."

I kissed him, and for a moment, I forgot to think, or breathe, or do any of the things a human normally does to survive. His mouth was amazing. Perfect. Sublime. He tasted like peppermint and chocolate and every delicious thing in the world. His lips were soft but not sloppy against mine. And his tongue… Oh, his tongue. I'd never felt anything like it – licking, twining, stroking. I could probably orgasm from it alone.

He ground against me before lifting me up onto the counter, his hesitation gone. My legs parted, and I didn't care that my skirt rode up over my hips, because his cock was right there between my legs, so hard I could feel it throbbing against me. With only the thin satin from my panties and the equally thin fabric of his suit pants and boxers between us, I could feel everything. Or maybe he wasn't wearing boxers; maybe it was just two layers between us. I moaned at the thought and ground my hips into his. I didn't care. This was a terrible idea, and I didn't fucking care anymore.

I wanted this man. Now. He tried to pull back, but I refused to let him, afraid he'd change his mind. I wound one arm around the back of his neck to pull him close while I reached between us to fumble for his belt buckle. The belt finally came apart, and I managed to get the button loose and the zipper down. His tongue was still stroking mine, but it was a little bit slower, like he was slightly distracted. He tried to pull away again, and I sucked his tongue gently in my mouth, and he shuddered. My hand parted the fabric of his fly, and I felt like singing the hallelujah chorus because he was bare under his pants, and then it was just one layer of fabric between us. My underwear. I really wished I had on a pair of crotch-less panties, or none at all, but I managed to push them to the side and sort of pull his hard, amazingly smooth feeling cock toward me. The tip brushed my pussy lips, and I moaned. My sounds were kind of muffled by his mouth, and he shuddered when I tipped my hips forward to line us up. I guided him inside of me, and he gave a tentative little push like he wanted to be buried in me but wasn't quite sure if it was okay. I really wanted to scream at him and tell him he'd be crazy to think I didn't want that, but it would require me moving my mouth from his, and that just wasn't happening.

He nibbled at my lip a little, and it was so fucking sexy. My hips rocked against his, but at the angle we were at, if he wanted to be inside of me, he'd have to be the one to do it. My hand moved to his hip, and I pulled it toward me just a little to encourage him.

He still hesitated though, and I was afraid he was going to change his mind. I was just about to pull my mouth away long enough to tell him to just fucking fuck me already when he thrust inside of me. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I was pretty sure I looked possessed, but I decided I couldn't care less. The most perfect cock on the planet was inside of me, and there was no way I was going to let it go. For any reason.

He pressed me back against the countertop, his hips beginning a rhythm that made my moans get louder. He muffled my sounds with his mouth, kissing me more deeply. My hands found their way to his hair, burying them in the thick strands and tugging on them as he continued to fuck me.

One of his hands slipped down to hike my hip up higher, and my teeth bit down on his lip as he slid deeper into me. Thankfully, it wasn't hard enough to draw blood, and it only made him thrust harder and faster. I moved against him, completely and utterly intent on my impending orgasm. Just a few thrusts later, I felt the building tension finally spiral out of control, and with one hand buried in his hair and the other gripping the shoulder of his suit jacket, I came hard. For a moment, I saw lights flash behind my closed eyelids, and I panted against his mouth, trying to muffle the sounds of my pleasure.

With just a few more deep, hard thrusts, he came with a muffled grunt against my shoulder, breathing heavily. His fingertips rubbed softly along my thighs, and I felt the warm air from his breath against my neck. He took a moment to collect himself, and then he pulled back a little, a look of remorse immediately washing over his face.

"I am so sorry, Bella. Christ, I shouldn't have done that."

I pulled away from him in shock. "You're sorry for what?"

"I attacked you."

I sighed, seeing exactly where this was going. Despite the euphoria from my orgasm, I felt myself crashing back to reality quickly. "Edward, I enjoyed myself."

Not to mention the fact that I am the one who attacked you, I thought.

"But Christ, at work, in the break room? I'm an asshole." He pulled out of me and hastily tucked himself back into his pants and zipped them, glancing around.

"You are now," I muttered and hopped down from the counter and righted my clothing.

"An asshole who is going to get us both fired."

I glanced around, as well, the reality of how reckless I'd been washing over me, twisting my stomach in worried knots. Thankfully, it was dark and quiet, and we were tucked around the corner from the door, so even if someone had walked by, they wouldn't have been able to see us without stepping inside.

"I don't disagree that doing it here wasn't ideal," I said. "Anyone could have walked in. But they didn't. So, don't apologize, don't try to make it into some huge thing. We fucked, and it was amazing."

"But you have a boyfriend." He hung his head, shame written all over his face.

"A what? No, I most certainly don't," I protested.

"What about that big, beefy guy who picked you up for lunch?"

I scoffed. "That was Emmett, my best friend who is married to a gorgeous woman who is pregnant with his first child. We've been friends since we were children."

He gave me a puzzled look. "Then who did you say 'I love you' to on the phone and run off to meet at the bar?"

"Alice, another close friend. Edward, I haven't been in a relationship in a long time, nor have I indulged in anything casual in at least six months. I'm free to do whatever and whomever I please."

"Thank God, I feel so much better about that now." He sighed and attempted to smooth out the wrinkles in his suit and tie.

"You must think very little of me if you think I'd cheat," I said bitterly, straightening my skirt and making sure my shirt was tucked in.

"No, Bella, that's not it at all," he protested, laying a hand on my forearm.

I shrugged. "Well, how else am I supposed to interpret it?"

"I know I'm completely addled by you and not thinking straight. Maybe it was stupid to think you were in the same state."

"Well, I am," I admitted. "Although I'm not sure that extends to me being unfaithful to someone I cared about. I don't think you are that way either."

He sighed. "Lord knows I was fighting against my interest in you the last few months of my marriage to Heidi."

I blinked at him in surprise, but I really had no idea how to respond. When I finally collected my thoughts, I spoke quietly. "Look, right now, I need to get cleaned up; I have come running down my thigh."

He blanched. "Shit, we didn't use a condom."

"I'm on the pill and extremely careful about taking it. And I'm clean. You don't have to worry about that."

"Thank God," he sighed. "I'm good, too. I got tested after Heidi and I ended."

"You're right, though," I admitted. "We should definitely have discussed that."

He nodded and looked at me seriously, his face pensive.

"What happens now?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said awkwardly.

I sighed, knowing I was going to need to give him another push if this was going to go anywhere else. Clearly, he was feeling guilty about our encounter.

"Look, we've established a few things. We're both single, and we're attracted to each other. And I think I'm speaking for both of us when I say I don't want this to be the end of things." He nodded. "Obviously, we need to talk, but this isn't the place to do it. There's just one more thing to figure out right now, Edward. Your place or mine?"

He hesitated a moment and then spoke firmly. "My place. Why don't I meet you at the exit of the ramp? You can follow me to my house."

"All right."

"I drive a black Mercedes."

"I have a silver VW," I informed him.

"Right, I remember it from the time I walked you out to the ramp."

We stood there awkwardly for a moment. He took a deep breath, glanced around quickly to make sure we were still alone, briefly kissed me goodbye, and let me go. I ran into the restroom before I left, cleaning up as best I could.

He was gone by the time I packed up my things, but when I pulled out of the ramp, he was waiting in his car. He gave me a brief nod, and I pulled onto the street behind him. He drove carefully, and it took about twenty-five minutes to get to the outskirts of Portland. He turned on to a quiet, tree-lined street filled with large, old homes. He pulled into the driveway of a massive old brick house, and as the garage door opened, I saw an empty spot beside the one he pulled into. He got out and motioned me forward. I pulled in, parked, and got out of my car.

"Are you sure you want me to park in here?" I asked him, a little surprised by his actions. Then again, maybe he didn't want his neighbors to see me parked in the driveway. I knew he was divorced, but I had no idea where things stood with his ex-wife, Heidi.

"No one else is using it," he assured me, and I nodded and grabbed my purse before following him inside. There was a breezeway between the garage and house which led to an entryway and a laundry room. Edward toed off his shoes and dropped his keys and wallet into a basket by the door.

"Um, do you want me to take off my shoes?" I asked.

He gave me a distracted look and shrugged out of his coat. "Oh, whatever you feel comfortable with. It's just a habit for me."

I took mine off, as well, and looked around awkwardly, not sure of where I should put my coat. He took it from me and hung it in the closet to the right, which was nearly empty. I followed him into a large, open kitchen, and we stared at each other for a moment, unsure of how to begin.

"Are you sure you're okay with what happened?" he finally asked.

"I'm sure, Edward. The location wasn't great, but it was incredibly hot."

His hair stood up wildly, a sharp contrast to how it normally looked. He tugged at his wrinkled tie and loosened it before sighing and relaxing against the counter.

"Look, I don't regret it either. I'm just saying it wasn't the smartest decision either of us have made. For our careers, anyway," he finally said.

"I know."

Truth be told, I wasn't feeling nearly as nonchalant about what would happen at work after this as I was pretending. It was a complicated situation, and I could see no clear way out of it. I'd thrown caution to the wind today and been rewarded with an incredible tryst with Edward on the counter in the break room at work. It was better than all of the fantasies I'd had about him before.

Maybe it was selfish, but I wanted just a little more time with him before reality set in. I had no idea where to go from here, though. I didn't know what he wanted; I wasn't even sure if I knew what I wanted. I just knew that I couldn't walk away yet. If we were going to make this work, whatever it was, we had a long road ahead of us. And there was no guarantee it would work out then. I wanted tonight to be the perfect memory, and if it fell apart in the future, I would still have this.

I stepped forward and laid my hands on his shoulders. "Look, do you have anything planned for tonight?"

"No." He shook his head.

"Then I want you to do two things for me."

"Okay," he said cautiously.

"Forget about the conversation we need to have about what happens after tonight. We'll talk later, but I don't want to talk about it now."

He hesitated but nodded his agreement. "What was the second thing?"

"Take me up to your bed, and fuck me like you've imagined."

He took a deep breath, and I thought for a moment that he wasn't going to agree, but with his eyes locked on mine, he un-knotted his tie and flung it onto the countertop and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. He took my hand, and without another word, he led me through the house, up the stairs, and into his bedroom.

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