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“Nash.” She giggles as I press myself into her core.

“You think this old man can’t back it up,” I say, wrapping my hand around her throat. “That I can’t fuck you while I wait for breakfast?” I feel her swallow against my hand. “Take me out,” I command. She does as she is told, releasing my aching cock from my pajama pants. “Now slide it in. Let me show you just exactly how hard you make me.” She wraps her hand around my cock and glides me between her folds. “That’s it, lather me up.” I grin as my hips twitch and I sink inside her. A moan falls from Elena’s lips as I fill her completely. “See, I told you, you look hot in my shirt.” As I begin to thrust inside of her, we are silent. As if we both know this is the last time we can fuck eachother. She has a mission to complete, and I will not be another complication in her life.

“Yes,” she moans as I sink deeper inside her. It doesn’t take long for both of us to meet our crescendos together. “If this is how you make breakfast every morning then sign me up.” She giggles.

This is the first time I’ve wanted to keep the woman after a night together, and ironically, I can’t. Elena pulls herself from me and goes to clean herself up while I finish cooking us breakfast.

26

ELENA

Nash had to head to work today to do paperwork or something, and I’m thankful for the space. What happened last night and this morning was unexpected, and now I’m confused.

“Hey, wasn’t expecting another call from you again so soon,” Mackenzie answers happily. “Don’t tell me you need more sisterly advice.”

“I do.” I cringe at saying that.

“Oh my gosh, hell yeah, okay, obviously I gave great advice last time. So hit me with it.”

“I slept with Nash,” I say quickly.

Mackenzie screams. “Oh my god, I knew you would. Was it good? I bet you it was. He looks like he knows what he is doing.”

“He does,” I answer.

She squeals again. “Knew it,” then silence falls between us, “then what’s the problem? Did he hit it and quit it? Damn it, Nash, I thought you might be one of the good ones. But I see it. A man that hot can get anyone. But also, a woman as hot as you can, too, so …”

“It’s not like that. It’s um …”

“No!” She gasps. “You’ve fallen for him.”

“No,” I answer sharply.

“Yes, you have. One ride on his disco stick and you’re gone for. It happens to the best of us.”

“What do you mean? Is it normal to feel like this after sex?” I question her.

“Yeah. Have you never …?” But she doesn’t finish what she’s about to ask, remembering what I do for a living. “Yes, if you like someone and you sleep with them you can develop feelings for that person. Sometimes the other person reciprocates it, sometimes they don’t,” she explains.

“So, men sleep with you and then go, and you never hear from them again?”

“Yeah. That’s the definition of a one-night stand.”

Oh. “What happens if he fucks you all night long and again while making breakfast, then feeds you but disappears to work after?” I ask her.

“Sounds like you had a fun night then.” She giggles.

“I did. And I want to do it again and again but …”

“But you have to do your job and that entails doing other people,” she says quietly.

“Yeah. I won’t stop until I find Pearl,” I tell her.

“Have you voiced this to Nash?”

“Yes.”

“And what did he say?” she asks.

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