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“Oh god,” I groaned, eyes squeezing shut as another series of pulses thundered through my body. Sweat flung from his glazed and glistening body every time he threw himself into another powerful thrust. His teeth clenched, his eyes burned into my own. He gave himself over to his desire fully, and I came right when it happened.

He bore down on me as I cried and writhed and moaned. I lost all control of my body, flopping around underneath him like a severed live wire. He cried out as he came, filling me with more of his seed.

Stan collapsed on top of me, and suddenly we were just holding each other, clinging in a mad, desperate way. I’m not sure, but I think he may have sobbed a couple of times. I know I did. It was a strange moment, and we both were kind of embarrassed when it passed.

He made a point to get up and act all cavalier, like it was all casual. Like we hadn’t gone at it like rabbits in season on Viagra laced cocaine.

“Hey,” I said as he poured us both a glass of his fancy magnetized water. My voice was a bit hoarse from all the screaming during orgasm. I decided it was a good problem to have.

“Yes?” Anxiety danced with something I couldn’t recognize in his gaze.

“One thing led to another, and now my parents think we’re dating for real, too.”

“Oh.” He shrugged. “It can’t hurt the plan. It can only help it.”

My face scrunched up into a scowl at the mention of his vaunted plan, but I think I wiped it off my face before Stan noticed.

“Well, my parents really want to meet you. I hate to ask, but do you think you could come to my family dinner this weekend? It would go a long way to keep my parents off my back.”

“Um, sure,” he said. “It’s the least I can do, considering how hard you’ve worked to convince the guys.”

I smiled, and sipped my water, and tried to pretend like I wasn’t dying a little inside, wondering how it was all going to end.

Chapter Eighteen

Stan

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror at the office, knotting a new tie in place after an unfortunate encounter with Szechuan sauce. I was grimacing in anger because it was the same tie I’d planned to wear to Ivy’s parents’ house.

Someone breezed into the bathroom, wearing a dark purple blazer, fedora, and somewhat baggy dress pants to match the blazer.

“Jack, what the hell are you doing in here? This is the men’s room.”

“I knew you were in here alone, and I knew you were finished with your, ahem, business.” She grinned, showing off a diamond filling in her front tooth. “So, meeting the parents tonight, from what I hear.”

I wasn’t surprised that our resident on-staff private eye had heard about my upcoming dinner with Ivy and her family. I’d been certain to mention it a lot during the workweek. It was just another layer of deception. Just another thread in the tangled web I wove around my foolish cohorts.

But I had to admit that the idea of meeting her parents had me a bit anxious and worried. To say I was not familiar with either of those sensations was an understatement.

“Yes, what of it?”

“It’s a big step.” She turned around and leaned on the sink beside mine. “I mean, the next logical step is you popping the big question, right?”

“The next logical step? It’s dinner with her parents.” I felt defensive, and tried to keep it out of my tone and off my face. Jack was very intuitive, and I wanted to protect myself from her keen perceptions.

“Yes, but I can count the number of times that you’ve gone to dinner with the parents of a woman you were sleeping with on… hmmm…. ” She pretended to get very thoughtful, the jerk. “Zero fingers. It must be getting serious.”

She elbowed me in the ribs, and I sighed.

“Maybe it is getting serious. Why is that so hard to believe?”

“You’re Stan the Man. The eternal bachelor. The last man standing, the only one of your friends left who hasn’t gotten married.” Jack shrugged. “Go figure, I took you at your word, that you would never bother with such frivolities as the human heart.”

I shrugged and tried to move around her. She took a step to the side to block my path.

“In all seriousness, though, are you really into this chick?”

“Yeah, I’m really into this chick.” I stepped around her again and exited the bathroom. She followed me down the hallway.

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