Page 83 of Keep Paris

He points to the headphones. They’ve come unplugged and we’re not muted.

“Shit,” I say with my pussy stuffed full of his glorious cock.

Hayden grunts out, “We’re fine. There’s been a strange thing going on today with the internet.”

“You’re together in the same office?”

Hayden thrusts up into me and I brace myself on his shoulders.

I throw my head back as I move without thought. I can’t hold back. I have to fuck this gorgeous man.

Hayden grits out, “You’re all great and things are perfect moving forward. Ok, bye.” He leaves the meeting and slams his computer closed. Then he puts his hands on my ass and gets me moving at a much faster pace.

“Make me come, you hellion. I can’t contain myself around you.”

My new orgasm is already at the base of my spine. I’m bouncing on top of him. We’re staring at each other.

“You’re so good at fucking me. You’re the best at it. I promise I’m clean… Fucking you bare is the best thing I’ve ever fucking felt in my whole life. I’ve never fucked anyone like this.”

“Never?” I can barely breathe, as I’m about to lose it.

“No, you?”

I grin. “Never and I need to feel you from the inside, hot and fast. Come, now.”

“Christ, Lizzie. Fuck me, Bette. This is so fucking good.” He calls me both names. I like it. We’re slamming together. The meeting is still droning on my computer and he grips me hard as I feel him pour himself into me. Just as his cock jerks inside of me, I lose it. I squeeze him so tight as it ripples through me. I keep coming in more intense ways and it’s incredible. It won’t stop, so I clutch onto him and bury my head on his shoulder as we ride the end of our climax.

I hold his face and we say nothing. What started as a game took a serious turn and I won’t survive if we don’t make it. I will never love a man like I love this one, but I’m terrified to tell him that.

HAYDEN

We’re sitting on our couch, her feet in my lap. We tried to work. Neither of us are interested, so we’re sipping whiskey and wine and watching a movie. I don’t know what’s happening, I just like watching her watch. Her face is so expressive, as if it’s an interactive sport. I’d love to see her at a sporting event—a wave of sadness overtakes me. She never saw me play football; fucking bastard stole that from me. I squeeze her feet and pause the movie.

“Where’s Kris? You never mention her. Are you two still friends?”

She tries to move her feet, but I have ahold of them. She sits up a little. “What are we doing?”

“I want to know what happened when we were apart. I know there was pain on both sides, but did you ever go back to Europe? Dance on a table? Was Kris in your wedding? Where did you meet that guy? Where is she now?”

Her voice gets quiet. “Kris was my maid of honor. It was a couple months before she was diagnosed with bile duct cancer. It’s rare. There’s not a lot to be done, nothing works.”

I pull her arms up and to me. She scrambles onto my lap.

“I’m so sorry. That was callous of me to say. I’m so sorry. Oh my God. Are you ok?”

“I’m not fine at all. I’ll never get over it. I often thought it was extra cruel to lose both of you.”

I pull her closer. “If it matters, you never lost me. I was just lost.” Tears flood her eyes. “Do you miss her still?”

She wipes her tears. “Every day. I talk to her a lot. I have to, or she’ll get lost, too.”

I hold her close. We stay like that for a long time.

“Lizzie, I was trying to fill in the blanks, not upset you.”

She smiles. “It’s ok. She’s the other piece of me that helped me become Bette. She gave me the strength to pull myself up. She got me off the path I was rapidly descending.”

“What was that?”