Authors Note: It's short, but sweet.
The elevator door opens and I get in. I just want to go home and get back to my family. We stop a few floors down and a very pretty young brunette steps in. I notice her giving me the once over, batting her eyelashes and flirtatiously flipping her hair over her shoulder, exposing her neckline. Pale skin. Nice build. Hmmm…
Yeah, yeah, I still have it at forty-eight. It's just a mask, honey. Women come on to me all the time. Hell, men come on to me. They like the looks, the power, the money… all the things they think I represent. I know I could still have any woman I want.
But the only woman I want is the girl in the huge black and white photo hanging in my office. That breathtaking smile still melts my heart.
Why would I cheat on Ana? I was monogamous with my subs, for Christ sake, and other than sex… there was no connection between us. No spark. Just sex. I don't need to stroke my ego by fucking random young girls. Not my style.
Ana is on a whole different level. I'd never betray her. She's as beautiful today as she was at twenty-one. I see the way other men look at her… fuckers. To this day, she doesn't even notice how she fills a room with beauty just by entering it.
My Ana. She saved my soul. I know she's what holds me together. I almost lost her once and I'll never forget how that felt. I'll never put myself in the position to find out how that feels again.
She's sexy as hell. Still. I thought I had a pretty high sex drive, but I found my match. Once she woke up her sexual appetite… Shit… sometimes it's magical and intensely sweet and other times it's just fucking fireworks. Why would I jeopardize this connection?
I'm a sensible man and that would make no sense.
Finally, the elevator door opens and I can get away from my one girl fan club.
Sorry honey, I keep it in my pants. I'm going home to the girl in the black and white photo.