Page 65 of Rum Sips and Salty Lips

She knows she almost won. But I’m on top of her and inside her again before she has the chance to get the upper hand. I kiss her as if she’s the very air I need to breathe.

The next few minutes pass in a blur. Any advantage I have disappears when she rolls me onto my back and does things with her hips that have pleasure radiating down my spine.

I can’t let this woman go.

I do my best to rub her clit. I’m out of my depths. I use everything I have to get her under me again. I hold her close to me and her hands grip my shoulders. I give the last few thrusts I have. I’m about to lose the game. But as I come, I feel her clench around me and her entire body shakes.

I don’t want to collapse on top of her, but I don’t have any strength left. I pull out and roll to my side.

“What happens with a tie?” she asks, out of breath.

I shake my head. “Multiple orgasms…in a…moment.”

She laughs. “I broke you.”

I get up to remove the condom on shaky legs, and when I return, she’s in bed. I expected her to cut and run. But she hasn’t.

I lie down in bed next to her. She snuggles me and rests her head on my chest.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asks.

“Talk about what?”

“Whatever drove you to this?”

You did. You’re the reason I picked a fight. Work was fine. I just need you.

I kiss her forehead. “No. This was enough. Can you stay?” She’s a siren calling to me.

“No, I came home to shower and unwind a moment. We’re doing a girls’ night at the Lucky Oyster.”

I don’t know what that is. I haven’t been to many places besides Paradise.

She lifts away from me and gathers her clothes. Then she picks up my shirt and realizes it’s one of hers. “When did you get this?”

“Recently.” I try to sound cool about it. I could tell her I got it when I visited her office. I did buy a few things that day, but I bought this online. I got it because I needed more of her.

“You should have told me. I’ll give you a discount code.”

“Next time,” I say. “Mostly I bought it so I had an article of clothing you wouldn’t steal.”

“Very funny.” She throws it at me.

I pull it on and find my boxers and shorts. I want her to stay. Or to come back after her night with her friends. I want this to be a thing. Where we have sex and hang out and she sleeps next to me. But she’ll decline in the name of keeping this casual.

While walking downstairs, I notice a slight twinge in my back.

“This was fun,” she says.

“It’s never happening again?”

She hesitates. “I don’t think it should be a regular thing. It’s too complicated for us to be together. We really should stay friends.”

“Sure. That’s a good idea. We’ll be friends.”

I don’t believe her. There is nothing simpler in the world than us being together.

twenty-four

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