Max was at war with his thoughts. On the one hand, he cared for Heather to a degree he never expected, maybe even loved her. He certainly loved her impish ways and cute face that could be childlike at times. She was possibly the most beautiful girl – yes, girl, given her youthful face and petite body – he’d ever had the pleasure of, and her desires seemed insatiable.

His pragmatic side questioned how he could love someone with whom his entire relationship was based purely on sex. He knew little else about her except for the sobering fact that she was cheating on her husband to be with him. Was he just another in a stable of male lovers? She had obviously been with Kara before, but somehow, being with another woman didn’t seem like cheating to him. Were there other women?

He couldn’t decide if he wanted answers to these questions or to avoid looking that gift horse in the mouth. Would the answers make any difference in how he felt about her? If she’d been with, or even still with, other men, would it change how he felt about her, perhaps make him jealous? He decided to leave it be if he could.

The call with Jason ended, leaving Heather feeling a little more sad. He’d gotten angry with her again because she’d called him unexpectedly, and he told her in no uncertain terms that she should never call him again. He’d call every day when it fits into his schedule.

It didn’t matter who called who; they all seemed to leave her depressed lately. He was rarely happy to hear her voice, and the female voices in the background seemed overly friendly when they addressed him. Her fears that he was cheating on her grew with time and made her question their future. She admonished herself for feeling he shouldn’t have other women since she, too, was unfaithful, even if Max was the only one.

She wondered if perhaps she hadn’t been attentive enough to Jason, driving him into the arms of another, and promised herself to try harder with him and be more available to him when he was home on the weekend. At first, it seemed as though he appreciated her new attitude, trying to be a good wife and offering herself in different exciting ways, but it didn’t take long for him to revert to his previous attitude, where even sex had an obligatory flavor to it.

She often cried when he left on his weekly business trips, worried about what would happen to her. She’d tried to stay away from Max to focus her efforts on Jason, but she couldn’t keep it up, desperately wanting the attention she wasn’t getting.

The tears flowed freely this morning when Jason left, and his rebuff just now on the phone only made it worse. Standing in her kitchen, she managed to smile when she saw Max walk by, dragging something else to the trash in front. Suddenly, that familiar twinge between her legs made its presence known, and when he walked past in the other direction, her hand seemed to move to her crotch of its own volition. She picked up the phone again and called him.

“Hi, Max!” she said with strained happiness when he answered.

“Hi, Heather! It’s so good to hear your voice!” he said sincerely, while she instantly drew a contrast to the way Jason spoke to her. He’d been heading up front again when she called, and he instinctively looked up towards her kitchen window to see her beautiful, smiling face.

 “Could you come help me with something?” she asked.

“Sure! Give me two minutes?” he asked and proceeded to the heap of cuttings in front to drop the one in hand.

“Okay. The kitchen door is open!” she answered, and as soon as he hung up, she began stripping her clothes off.

“Here I am! What do you …” he started and stopped when he saw her gloriously naked body standing at the end of the kitchen island. “You are a sight for sore eyes! I’ve missed you!”

“I saw you walking past, and I had this sudden need to feel your cock inside me!” she said, turning around and bending over the countertop of the kitchen island. “Please, Max? Fuck me? Fuck me hard!” she pled.

“Mmm, such a naughty girl!” he said as he tore off his shirt and started working on his pants.

“I know! Maybe you should spank me too!” she replied, lifting her bottom and begging for his attention.

Prying off his shoes, he finally worked his pants off as well and approached Heather. Standing behind her, he pulled her up to him, his hands instantly on her tits, plying the soft flesh between his fingers as he nibbled on her neck.

“Mmm, you are so beautiful, Heather!” he said, and when he pulled her face around for a kiss, he saw glassy eyes and a single tear streaking down her cheek. “What’s wrong?” he asked, turning her around to hug her with her head resting on his chest.

“Nothing, Max. Maybe I’ll …,” she started, but looking up at him with pleading eyes, she added, “Just fuck me. Hard? Please?” She turned around and bent over the counter again, still with a sad face and imploring eyes.

It didn’t feel right to Max, but he wouldn’t deny her, with her need stated so clearly. He moved up behind her and placed his hands on her back, then slid down her sides to her perfect bottom. She hadn’t repeated the request for the spanking, but he was sure she still wanted it and delivered a few playful smacks to those fleshy cheeks.

“Ooo! Harder, Max! Harder!” she repeated with each additional spank harsher than the last. “Oh yeah! Now give me your cock! Fuck my cheating pussy!” she cried, offering the first clue to her mournful mood.

She wasn’t tall enough to bend over the counter at the waist, nor for him to enter at that height, so he lifted her by her hips and pushed her up onto the counter, with her sexy bits at just the right height and her short legs dangling. Running the swollen tip of his cock through her slit, he gathered some of her natural lubrication before guiding it smoothly into her needy cunt.

“Oh, God! Ohhh! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she repeated as he slowly withdrew, and then, “Yeah!!” as he slammed it back home.

With a firm grip on her hips, he hammered her, throwing in an occasional severely hard smack to her ass. Wanting to make sure she came before or with him, he would typically have reached around to tease her clit, but bent over the counter as she was, that was impossible, so he went for her tits instead. She lifted her chest off the counter enough for him to get his hands underneath, squeezing the pliant fleshy painfully.

“Oh fuck, Max! I’m gonna cum!” she cried as she felt each thrust pushing her into the counter’s edge and his fingers twisting and pinching her nipples. “Oh! Oh! Ho! Ho!” she gasped as the final pounding lunges released his seed in pulses exaggerated by the forceful stabs to her pussy, triggering her climax as well.

Still firmly seated inside her flooded tunnel, he realized he’d never been so forceful with her, and though she clearly wanted it, he wondered why.

He rubbed her back as he shrunk inside her, and when he fell out, she slid off the counter, turned around, and hugged him briefly before turning to run away, crying, “I’m sorry, Max!” More confused than before, he stood for a few minutes, hoping she might come back and explain, but when she didn’t, he got dressed and returned to his work.

At day’s end, he made a quick dinner and went to soak his tired body in the hot tub. His thoughts returned to Heather as they had all day, this time with the memory of meeting that first time right here in this tub for a joyous joining. When he analyzed the events of earlier this afternoon, he was confused as to why but afraid he knew what. It seemed like the ‘one last time’ one might have when something has to end. It saddened him more than anything in recent memory, but he had to admit he knew it would have to end sometime. She was still married, though he wondered why, with her husband leaving her alone more than half the time, and from what little she revealed about their relationship, it didn’t sound all that great even when he was home.

He tried to put it out of his mind and laid back in the lounging seat, immersed in the soothing hot water up to his chin and almost twenty jets massaging his back. It wasn’t that easy, though, and even when he closed his eyes, images of her flashed across his mind like a slideshow. From the one that attracted her to him first, bending over her gardens in tight, revealing shorts that lit the fuse on his lust, to seeing her cute, innocent face asleep on his pillow waiting for him.

His reverie was disturbed by a sound, and he opened his eyes, initially startled to see Heather standing next to the tub, looking down at him.

“Oh! Heather! What …” he started but decided on a different greeting. “I’m so glad to see you!” he said, noticing the edges of her mouth turning down ever so slightly. “Do you want to come in?” he asked. Just feeling that he had to ask, signaled this would be different.

“Just to talk, Max. Okay?” she said as she walked around and up the steps to the deck from which she could step in.

He wasn’t surprised to find her wearing a swimsuit under her robe and prepared himself for the ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ explanation that seemed unavoidable. His heart hardened a little with the anticipation as she kneeled on the floor next to him and leaned over for a short, loving kiss.

“I want to explain what happened earlier,” she started, and getting no response of any kind, she continued. “My calls with Jason are getting more and more bitter. This morning, he got mad at me again for calling him, and again, I heard more-than-friendly female voices in the background. It’s not always the same voice, but they’re very close and unusually chummy. I’ve often wondered whether he was cheating on me, but it’s just a feeling, and I’ve never had proof. These kinds of phone calls have been getting much more frequent, and he’s getting increasingly angry with me each time, as though I was interrupting something he didn’t want me to know about.”

“I’m sorry to point out the obvious to you, Heather, but you are cheating on him as well,” he said, his rancor showing, and he saw in her face that his comment stung. “I’m sorry, Heather. It’s not my place to criticize.”

“Oh, Max!” she said, her eyes glassy with tears as she leaned in to kiss him more passionately. “I’m sorry for dumping all this on you, but I owed you an explanation. See, I think there are differences between what I’m doing versus him.”

She stopped expecting at least a question ‘Why?’ from him. She struggled with whether to reveal those differences and decided he should know, even if it made it more painful for him.

“First, I don’t think he’s with any one woman. His ‘teams,’ as he calls them, change all the time depending on the project he’s working on, and, as I said, the voices I’m hearing aren’t all the same. I’ve heard at least three distinct voices.”

“And you?” he asked, raising the question that occurred to him earlier: whether he was the only one.

“You’re the only one I’ve been with!” she said, crying now. “You were always so kind and friendly to me, and I loved giving myself to you that first time. I rationalized it as getting so little sex with Jason away all the time, but you meant more to me each time.” His face visibly softened.

“What about Kara?”

“He knew all about Kara. In fact, we had a threesome several times, but she didn’t like him and broke it off. I tried to explain that he was not her type, but truthfully, she’d grown to truly hate him. He was furious, and I believe that’s when our trouble started. It must have been a major blow to his ego, but I worried then that I wasn’t enough for him.”

Max’s attitude eased further still as he saw the pain and sorrow on her face. He sat up and took her in his arms for a comforting hug. He loved how she melted into his arms, though he was already lamenting the loss of such a kind and beautiful woman. He wished he could fix this for her.

She pulled away and sat back on her heels, head down, and looked up at him with sad, little girl eyes, an occasional tear dripping down her cheek.

“I’m so sorry, Heather. You suggested there was more than one difference between you and him?”

She hesitated, looking down again with furtive glances at him, looking like she had something difficult to say or admit. Her face in her hands, he could see her body quivering and thought she was likely crying again. When her hands came down, tears streaked her face.

“All those women he probably has, and I’m sure he doesn’t love any of them. And I … I don’t think he loves me anymore, but,” she said with a quavering voice. “But I love you, Max!” she said, openly sobbing, and accepted his arms around her again.

He held her tightly with one arm while the other stroked her hair. He didn’t know how to reply to her confession. He wished he could tell her he loved her as well, but he was afraid it would only make it worse. Nothing in what she’d said gave even the slightest indication that she would choose him over Jason. Quite the contrary, as she seemed like she was wrestling with the reality of being married to Jason, not Max, and that wouldn’t change easily if she even wanted it to.

“I’m so sorry, Max! I shouldn’t have led you on like I have, and while I’ve grown to love you, I’m married to Jason, and I need to try to save that,” she said with her head resting on his chest. “Do you understand?”

He said he did, although he was doubtful that she’d genuinely fix anything. Jason was slowly revealing his true colors, and while he might stay married to Heather, it wasn’t because he loved her. As painful as this was, he was glad he hadn’t professed his love for her, having guessed correctly that it wouldn’t help anything and would likely make her feel worse.

She pulled away and gave him a tender goodbye kiss before exiting the tub, donning her robe, and walking down the steps. She stopped at the side of the tub again and stroked his face, and with sadder-than-sad eyes, began blubbering before she ran off through the gates. He took the sound of her kitchen door slamming shut as the final closure on all the incredible times they’d shared, his tears the final acceptance.

The ensuing weeks were rough for Max. Their trysts weren’t on any schedule, but he always knew she’d be back at some point, even if recently that had become less frequent. He often wondered how she was doing, but he wouldn’t call her since she always initiated any contact. He saw her outside once and she smiled slightly when she saw him, but quickly retreated to her home. If there was any lingering doubt, that’s when it fully sunk in that it was over.

He returned to his solitary bachelor life with an added measure of melancholy that he couldn’t seem to shake, nor did it seem to diminish in any meaningful way. At times, he wondered if things would have turned out differently if he’d admitted his love for her. He always concluded that it wouldn’t, but that didn’t end the second-guessing.

Months later, he was in the kitchen preparing a light dinner when the doorbell rang. It startled him as he rarely had visitors, and delivery people stopped ringing the bell when they dropped something off. Heading for the door, he tried to figure out who it was, surprised to see a familiar silhouette in the semi-opaque window in the door.

“Heather?!” he questioned when he opened the door. While happy to see her, he didn’t need any more false hope.

“Hello, Max. May I come in?” she asked and burst into tears.

“Of course!” he said as he stood back to let her in, closing the door behind her. “What’s wrong?” he’d started to ask when she fell into his arms, hugging as tight as ever, still sobbing uncontrollably. She felt so good in his arms again, and he tried to convince himself he’d be happy if this were all they ever did. He led her into the kitchen and sat her down, where she refused to let go of his hands. He moved a chair directly opposite.

“What’s happened, Heather?” he asked, pulling one hand away to wipe the tears from her pretty face.

“Jason wants a divorce! He told me last night, and I haven’t stopped crying since!”

“I’m so sorry! I guess you didn’t see it coming?”

“I’d wondered, even before that last time with you, but I didn’t think he’d ever do it if only to have someone to fuck when he was home!” she admitted to Max’s shocked face. He’d never heard her use that word in such a vulgar way.

“Heather! Were you prepared to live like that? Stay with him just for that? I can’t believe it!”

“I don’t know! I’ve been thinking about it a lot! Eventually, I’ll be glad to be rid of the bastard, but what am I going to do now? I’ve never lived on my own!”

“You’ve been living on your own for years now!”

“Yes, but with someone earning money and taking care of bills and the house! How am I going to do all that without him?”

“I’m willing to help! Get you on your feet, so to speak,” he offered, hoping in doing so they might become even closer than before.

“Will you, Max?” she asked with pleading eyes.

“Of course I will! Do you need an attorney?”

“Oh my God. I hadn’t even thought of that yet!”

“Having been totally supported by him, you’re in a good position to get alimony. I have business friends who have been through a divorce. I could ask them for a recommendation?”

“Yeah, I guess so. Jason said he would be fair as he wanted it to happen quickly. He even told me I could have the house, but I have no idea what other assets we have! He makes good money and huge bonuses, but I don’t know what he’s done with it. He certainly hasn’t spent it on me, at least not recently!”

“That’s where an attorney comes in, ensuring all assets have been identified and divided equitably. Listen, I was about to make myself some dinner. Shall I make it for two?”

“No, thank you. I haven’t eaten all day. No appetite! But you go ahead!” she replied, accepting an offer of wine instead.

While he made and ate dinner, they talked about what she knew about their finances, which was more than he’d expected, given her claim of ignorance. Max agreed to look through some files Jason kept to see if they could fill in some of the blanks.

More than once, the tears returned when some other plight of her situation was revealed, and finally, he offered his comforting arms, which she gladly fell into. Again, he luxuriated in the warmth of her body held close, her head snuggling against his chest.

“Max?” she started in a small voice.

“Yes, Heather?”

“I really don’t want to sleep alone tonight. Could I stay here? I’ll sleep on the sofa,” she offered, questioning whether Max would want her in his bed again after she’d thrown him aside.

“Yes, you can stay here,” he started and, after a pause, added, “You don’t have to sleep on the sofa.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, pulling away to look him in the eye. “After the way I treated you?”

“I may not have liked it, but I completely understood what you did and why you did it. It’s a big bed. I’ll keep my distance.”

“Please don’t?” she pled as she hugged him again, hoping to feel his loving arms around her all night, as much to regain the fabulous feeling of lying in bed with him as not wanting to sleep alone.

Early in the evening, Heather pled exhaustion, having not slept the night before, and wondered if Max would mind her going to bed. He offered no objection but felt it would appear too forward if he joined her at so early an hour.

“Tuck me in?” she said with an achingly sad face as she stood at the entrance to the hall. She had hoped he would come with her but couldn’t make that offer without appearing to take advantage of his hospitality.

“I’d love to,” he replied, following her to the bedroom.

Once there, she stripped off her T-shirt and the ubiquitous tight shorts, leaving her in a modest, matching set of pale green bra and panties. Max sat on the edge of the bed, hoping she wouldn’t notice the bulge in his jeans beginning to form. He’d always felt a woman in enticing underwear was more arousing than one who presented herself naked.

He stood and pulled the covers back for her as she climbed in, slipping under the sheets and lying on her back with her arms crossed harmlessly below her chest. She rolled to her side when he covered her shoulders. She snuggled into place as he tucked the bedclothes in on both sides of her petite body.

“Sleep tight,” he said softly, kissing her on the temple.

“Thank you, Max,” she said and closed her eyes to avoid him seeing new tears forming, this time for letting such a loving man get away from her.

She tried to sleep, but still, it eluded her. Now, it was thoughts of two men keeping her conscious, Jason and Max. She’d seen the handwriting on the wall with her husband long ago but couldn’t … or wouldn’t? … accept it. Now the man she really loved, and whom she’d thought at one time might love her, could be gone to her as well.

Max left the bedroom after putting the only woman he’d loved in a very long time to bed alone. He poured himself a glass of wine as he recalled the alluring, vulnerable quality she’d always had, like a young girl who could so easily be hurt, but this was real.

He’d known quite a few people before their divorces, and they fell into two categories: those who lamented the end of their marriage and those looking forward to it. However, even those often had heartbroken feelings about the end. Those in the former category were either completely surprised or had seen it coming for longer than they’d admit.

Heather was part of this last group, and although already bitter towards Jason, she saw his wanting a divorce as a failure on her part. Max saw this emotion in her the night she’d said goodbye to him. While she was theoretically more available to him than before, he wouldn’t take advantage of her sorrow. He’d give her as much help as she’d accept and hope she’d come back to him at some point.

He waited close to two hours before going to bed himself, thinking she must be sleeping by now. He entered the room lit only by the light bleeding in from the hallway and, standing just inside the doorway, stared at her beautiful face, her childlike innocence reinforcing his protective role.

He exited the bathroom, turned the hall light out, and went to the far side of the bed, where he climbed under the covers, trying not to disturb his sleeping beauty. He slid over and lay on his side behind her, but despite her wish that he not keep his distance, he left some space between them. It took all the self-discipline he could muster not to take her into his arms.

Pretending to sleep, she lay as still as she could. She’d been listening for him, and even his bare feet on the hardwood floor were heard. She peeped through her closed eyelids and smiled inside when she saw him staring at her. The noises from the bathroom were more pronounced, and she waited for him, with the room going dark and his sliding under the covers, but was disappointed when he didn’t snuggle up next to her.

She felt she might cry again, but wasn’t giving up yet. Faking an unconscious stirring, her leg glanced off his, and as though subconsciously realizing his presence, she moved toward him, stopping only when her back and bottom lay against his side. Her head settled into the pillow, and she returned to ‘sleep.’

She waited several minutes, wondering if he’d take the hint, and visibly smiled when she felt one arm slide under her pillow and the other around her waist. With the warmth of his body against her back, she moved ever so slightly, snuggling into his warm, protective embrace. She knew the gentleman in him wouldn’t allow him to take advantage of her situation, but she wouldn’t have denied him if he tried.

She felt a peace come over her in his arms, but still, she couldn’t sleep, lying awake long after Max had become still, and she assumed he was asleep. Some of the hurt seemed to bleed away, and whether she slept or not, she’d feel better in the morning if only for his comforting arms and tender embrace.

“I really do love you, Max,” she whispered, having wanted to say it all evening and admitted it to herself only when her sleeping lover wouldn’t hear it and take it wrong. He smiled when he heard and pulled her in just a little closer, leaving her wondering if he’d heard. She decided he would have done something more if he had, and his subconscious reaction provided the solace she needed to fall asleep.

As she slowly woke in the morning, she had that fleeting ‘Where am I?’ moment, and recalling the prior night, she moved back gently, smiling when she felt his body still close, though no longer in his arms. The feeling of being watched had her turning her head toward Max, and the cutest smile ever graced her lips when she saw him looking at her. As they basked in each other’s glow, his smile gave her the sense that everything was going to be all right despite not a word being spoken.

He placed a hand gently on her cheek. Such a simple gesture provided a feeling of well-being she hadn’t felt in months and it only grew when she saw him lean in to kiss her so softly, so lovingly.

“I love you too, Heather!”

“Oh my God, Max!” she said through the instantly flowing tears. “You have no idea how much that means to me!”

“I think I do. I felt the same way last night when you said it to me!” he replied and fell onto his back when she pounced on him and covered his face with joyous kisses.

“I love you!” she cried repeatedly, only stopping when he pulled her closer for a prolonged, loving kiss.

Lying on their sides, their hands glided over each other for reassurance at first but soon became more than comforting caresses.

“Oh, Max! I’ve missed your touch so much! Would it be too much or too soon to ask you to make love to me?”

“No. No, it wouldn’t, my love,” he said, wiping a fresh batch of tears from her cheek, then had her sit up so he could reach around back to unclasp her bra. Unveiling her delicious breasts, he laid the bra aside and had his breath taken away when she pressed her chest to his, put her arms around his neck, and pulled him in for another long kiss.

“Love me?!” she said as both a request and a demand.

“I do, and I will,” he replied as they fell to the bed, with Heather on her back and Max laying on her sumptuous breasts.

He kissed his way from her lips to her neck and down to her tits, licking, sucking, and nibbling each in turn. She ran her fingers through his hair, sighing with the pleasure his mouth imparted, and grateful for the love she’d worried she’d never have again.

Moving further down between her legs, he put his lips on the wet spot, pulled her thighs against his face, and kissed these lips as would those on her face. With fingers in the waist of her panties, he looked up to her for approval and, getting it, slid them down, slowly revealing her pretty pussy. She lifted her legs to assist with their removal and gasped when his tongue delved into her moist slit.

With the tenderness of making love, he kissed and licked her nether lips, and she responded in kind, with gentle movements of her hips meant to enhance. She loved the way he differentiated between lust and love while pleasuring her, but a part of her felt she didn’t deserve it. Still, she accepted all he gave with the same feelings of love and gratitude.

“Will you let me feel you inside?” she asked, voicing that doubt. She gasped when she felt his fingers slip deep into her pussy and his tongue building toward a finale. “Oh please, Max! Love me!” she asked again as she sat up.

Resting on his heels, he stared into her beautiful brown eyes while she lowered his boxers and gently grasped his liberated shaft.

“Please?” she pled again, laying back with knees apart, dying to feel him between them.

Guiding himself into her welcoming pussy, he held himself above her body, slowly descending while kissing her petite lips lovingly.

“I love you,” he whispered as he reached her depths.

“Oh, Max!” she said on the verge of joyful tears again, “I love you too!”

They lay together, moving only to augment the touch of each other’s bodies. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in tighter, if not further. Supporting himself on his elbows, his hands caressed her face and hair while offering soft, soothing kisses, savoring the tenderness of her petite lips while their eyes darted back and forth.

“Oh God,” she sighed loudly as he withdrew as slowly as he’d entered, her legs assisting as he returned inside.

Their hips rocked together with a gentle rhythm, relishing the intimate closeness and in no hurry to reach the end. Each time he rose, she rose with him, eventually letting him go, but with her legs still wrapped around him, she’d pull him back in.

“You feel incredible, Heather,” he said as their pace, slowly but steadily, increased.

“Mmm, I’m gonna cum soon, Max! Cum with me?” she begged as their cadence quickly kicked up a few notches. “Oh yeah! That’s it, Max!” she said with panting breaths and escalating pitch. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she repeated until she felt the pulses of his release and let go herself.

“Oh my God, Heather!” he cried as he fell atop her, showering her face with kisses between his labored breaths.

They rolled to their side, hugging so tightly as to restrict normal breathing. While stroking each other’s face and hair, their eyes and lips said what their strained lungs wouldn’t let them voice. Eventually, they found their voice, if not the words, to express their utter joy.

Oh, Max! That was unbelievable!” she said as he rolled onto his back and pulled her face to his chest. “I love you so much!”

“And I, you, my precious love!” he replied.

“I’m sorry!” she said, turning to see his face. Tears ran down her cheeks as the thoughts of not deserving him returned. “Maybe you should spank me?” she asked through her sniffling.

“No, Heather. This was too special to … to end that way. Why would I want to spank you?”

“Don’t you think I deserve it? For treating you like I did?” she answered with the saddest eyes.

“Oh my God! No! No, I have nothing but love for you. I told you. I understood what you did and why. Besides, I will never spank you to inflict pain, only to give you pleasure!”

“Okay. Still, I’m sorry.”

“No apology is necessary, but I accept your apology if that’s what you want,” he said, rolling to his side to take her in his arms for gentle hugs and kisses to reinforce his love. “Speaking of pleasure,” he began, wiping tears from her face. “I’d like to love you again. May I?” he asked with a tender smile.

“Yes, please, but you first this time,” she said, and seconds later, she was stroking his growing cock with her hands first and then her tongue.

The second time was at least as memorable as the first as, again, it was their love, not lust, giving all they had and getting more in return.

Afterward, Max lay with her head on his shoulder, feeling a level of satisfaction and happiness he’d thought he’d never regain. Their future was far from uncertain, but he’d do all he could to ensure they weathered the coming storms together.

Heather, too, was now calm about facing what was to come, knowing he would be there to help and, more importantly, love. Her only regret was that they hadn’t gotten to this point sooner, but a few months made no difference now that she had him in a way she’d never had a man before.

“I could lie here with you like this all day,” he said, loving the feeling of her head on his chest and both an arm and leg wrapped around him.

“Let’s!” she simply replied, snuggling even tighter against him.  

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