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“You are clamped around my cock. It’s so hot. Remember, no touching.” He is getting a twisted glee from my desperation. And it only nudges me closer to release.

Every part of me clenches as my balls draw up, the avalanche of lust burying me. I am completely out of control, like I’m on the verge of fainting and unable to catch myself. My heart pounds in my ears, my vision blurs. I can only make out Des and the sparkle in his eyes. All my muscles tighten and flex as the orgasm rips through me.

“FUUUUUUUCK,” I scream, part moan and part cry. The load shoots out of me, hitting my chest and stomach. Even Des is taken aback by the intensity.

One could say I needed this.

“Whoa,” Des says without stopping. “Jesus, that was hot.”

He speeds up again, wanting to join me on the other side. His face tenses and twists, and I take in every detail of this beautiful man I get to call my husband and my best friend.

He empties himself inside me. After a moment to catch his breath, he pulls out, leaving me a changed man. He collapses next to me. Before I can say anything, he kisses me with the fragments of intensity he has left.

“Whoa,” he says again.

“You sound like Keanu Reeves.”

“If your ass was the Matrix, I’d never leave.”

I crack up at the corniness. Des joins in. Laughter fills the room.

“Come here.” Des uses his shirt to wipe my torso off. Then he pulls me against him for a sweet kiss that makes me fall further in love with him. “Well…”

“Yeah.”

“Now I know how to get you to curse.”

28

DES

One week later, I’m pacing and sweating in my office. Today is the day of the Silq Cosmetics pitch. The marketing team should be arriving any minute to a conference room filled with pastries and a fruit platter. Outside, it’s a gloomy early November day. The colors of fall are giving way to bare trees and the impending winter bleakness.

My team and I go through the pitch, analyzing every detail, leaving no stone unturned. Craig sits on the couch, his leg bouncing with nerves. Lisa analyzes every slide like she’s a scientist looking for atoms.

This week was stressful, but at least I was able to blow off steam by fucking my husband. If I thought Tanner was hot before, he was the human equator in the bedroom. I can barely keep my hands off him. We brush against each other in the kitchen when pushing the kids out to school, and next thing I know, I’m pulling him onto the couch for a quickie. We had two more lunch breaks in my apartment, too, making me reconsider selling the place.

And then there are times when I watch him read Lulu a bedtime story or cheer on Davy at his hockey game, and my heart gets so full it may explode. I am filled with gratitude at the crazy twists and turns of life that brought us together.

Craig snaps a finger in front of my face.

“Focus!” he says.

I glare back, and all seven feet of him turn white. I stand up from my desk.

“Sorry.” He looks at his shoes.

“Unless there’s a martini in your hand, your fingers aren’t allowed to get that close to my face again.”

Lisa laughs. “Des is still in the honeymoon phase.”

She may be right. I hold back a sloppy grin. Maybe it’s because I refused romantic relationships for my whole life, but being with Tanner has turned me into a fucking puppy dog.

“We all need to focus. How is the ad copy?” I ask, pacing in front of my wall, covered in ideas and notes. “Let’s go over it one more time.”

Don’t Hide Who You Are. Enhance It. says the sign we had made up with our proposed tagline. Our conversations about using makeup to conceal eventually turned to the more positive flip side. Use Silq Cosmetics to enhance your best assets, to show off the contours of your face that make you uniquely you. Bring out the fullness of your lips, the color in your eyes, the angles or roundness of your cheekbones. You are one of one; let Silq be your megaphone.

“I love it,” says Craig when Lisa reaches the final slide.