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"Come on my cock," I say. "Let me feel it."

She does. It goes through her all at once, her head back, her mouth open, her whole body locked around me, and I follow her over. I come hard, buried deep, groaning into her neck, filling her until I'm shaking. I hold there. I don't want to leave her.

We stay on the desk until she's cold. I wrap her in my jacket. She sits on my knee with her head on my shoulder, and the recording loops on its own, and neither of us reaches for it.

"I was going to tell you at dinner," she says. "Something clever."

"This was better."

"Yeah." She turns her face into my neck. "Your mother knew. I think. She looked at me in the car and said, you're eating for two now, aren't you. I almost drove off the road."

"She said that?" I laugh. It comes up out of me from somewhere under my ribs, and she feels it, and goes still, and smiles against my skin.

I put my hand flat on her stomach, under the jacket. Nothing there to feel. I know it's there anyway.

"Say something to it," she says.

She picks up the recorder, stops the loop, and switches it to record. Holds it between us.

I look at the blinking light. I've said a thousand things into a mic. Every one came easy, because none of them were mine.

"Hey," I say.

My voice breaks, so I wait for the words to come back to me. Nora waits with me.

"I'm right here."

THE END