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  When we arrived at my door a few minutes later, Sean fumbled with his keys for a few seconds before he got the door open. When we walked into the living room, he threw his wallet on the table then dropped his jacket on the couch. He grabbed a picture frame from the table, of him, me, and Penelope at Central Park, and smashed it against the wall. It broke into several pieces, scattering across the floor. He didn’t clean up the mess. Sean walked into the bedroom and I followed him. It was one in the morning and I was tired.

  He took off his clothes then got into bed. He stared at the ceiling for a while, saying nothing. I rummaged through my drawers, looking for something clean to wear to bed, and I felt him staring at me. I turned to him, and he didn’t look away.

  “I’m sorry, Scarlet.” He sighed.

  “It’s okay,” I said. I wasn’t sure what he was referring to. The assholes at his charity gala, his violent behavior, or his unexpected kiss, but I would forgive him for any of those transgressions. He got out of bed and stood behind me, and I could feel him against my back. The warmth of his chest radiated onto my skin and I felt him press against me. His breath fell on my neck and I immediately felt my heart skip a beat. His lips brushed my hair and I felt myself melt.

  I held my breath, unsure what he was going to do. We had never been in that position before, never been so close. After the kiss we shared, I didn’t know what to expect. I felt Sean grab the zipper to the back of my dress and pull it down, opening the back of the satin.

  My heart raced in my chest as my dress fell off my body. I stood there in my heels, wearing a thong and a matching black bra. His chest was against the skin of my back, warm and inviting but I wasn’t certain of his intent. His lips caressed my neck and I didn’t move, enjoying the feel of his wet mouth on my skin. His hands grabbed my waist and then slid up my back, stopping at my bra. He unclasped it and it fell to the floor, leaving my tits bare.

  A part of me wanted this. I hadn’t been with a man in so long, more than a year, and our earlier kiss elicited emotions within me that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Sean was my friend, but for the first time, I didn’t see him as only my friend. I wanted him in a sexual way too. Sean was the most respectable man I knew. I knew he was still buzzed, but I also knew he wouldn’t take advantage of me or our friendship. If Sean intended to sleep with me, it was because he loved me and no other reason. After the past few days together, I realized that he did have feelings for me. The way he defended me at the restaurant and curled his body around mine while we slept convinced me of his true affection. When he suggested hooking me up with his friends, he was trying to gauge my feelings and determine if I felt the same way. There was no other explanation. Sean would never hurt me. He loved me, and I knew that I loved him. It’s always been him.

  “You’re beautiful, Scar,” he said as he grabbed my breasts and caressed them. My breathing increased as he squeezed me, and all logical thought ebbed away. I wanted him. I never wanted anyone so much in my life. He was my best friend and now he was my lover. There was no one better to end up with. He would be a loyal husband and a wonderful father. He would take care of me until I found another job, protecting me against my psycho boss. He would make love to me every night in a way that I deserved, worshipping me like the goddess that I was. I envied the way he treated Penelope, putting her on a pedestal, and I was excited to be treated the same way.

  I turned around and kissed his lips and he responded with passion. He grabbed my face then glided his hands to my underwear, playing with the lace of the waistline. I wanted him to pull them off. Still kissing me, he guided me to the bed and lay on top of me. He pulled off my underwear and just looked at me, but I didn’t feel embarrassed or ashamed. Luckily, I had shaved that morning.

  The muscles of his chest and stomach heightened my arousal and I knew I wanted him. Sean was good-looking with a powerful physique, but I had never fantasized about his naked body before. I wanted to know what was behind the curtain. I grabbed the rim of his shorts and pulled them down. I moaned at the sight. He was big.

  I separated my legs and he leaned over me.

  His hand grazed my thigh, inching closer to the area between my legs. My body tensed in excitement as I waited for his fingers to touch me. I was already wet and I wanted it—bad. He pressed his forehead against mine then inserted his fingers inside me. I immediately moaned. “Sean.”

  His thumb massaged my clitoris and it made me tremble. I opened my legs wider. He increased his ministrations and I started to scratch his back.

  “Yeah, Sean. Fuck.”

  I was afraid that I wouldn’t even last until we’d had intercourse. After I came, I would no longer feel aroused. That’s how my experience with men had always been. A part of me was embarrassed that I was excited so quickly. I couldn’t remember the last time I had sex.

  “You are about to come,” he whispered.

  I bit my lip. “Yeah.”

  “Come for me, Scar. Come on.” He inserted his fingers into me quicker, harder. His thumb circled my clitoris and made my heart flutter.

  “Sean.” I moaned. “Sean. Fuck, yes.”

  “I want to watch you come.”

  I dug my nails into his back as the orgasm built inside of me. It circulated in my veins and reached every nerve in my body. I knew it was going to be the biggest explosion I’d ever felt. I knew he was going to make me come so hard that I would scream.

  “Sean, I’m coming.”

  “I know,” he whispered.

  It hit me like a nuclear bomb. “Oh my god, oh my god,” I screamed. “Sean. Fuck, yes. Yes.” He watched me as I threw my head back and rode every wave of the pleasure that rocked through me. “Sean.”

  He continued to rub my clitoris until my moment was completely gone. “I loved watching you.”

  I ran my fingers through his hair as I looked at him. He leaned over and licked the sweat from my breasts. The sight turned me on again.

  “I want to make you come again,” he whispered.

  His words made my spine shiver.

  He pinned my legs back then moved his cock right in front of my entrance. The feel of his head against my clitoris made me shake with anticipation. He rubbed it against me and I felt the fluid leak from his penis. I bit my tongue to stop myself from moaning uncontrollably. I wanted it desperately. I had never wanted to have sex that much in my life. Sean was amazing in bed. If only I had known about that sooner.

  He kissed me gently and parted my lips with this tongue. When our lips broke, he moaned loudly, making me more charged than I already was. His hands glided in my hair and made me feel like I was the most beautiful thing in the world. I started to grow frustrated with anticipation. I wanted him to fuck me hard. I wanted him inside of me. Now.

  “Sean,” I cried. I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer to me.

  He broke our kiss then looked into my eyes. “I’m going to give it to you, Scarlet.”

  “Yes, please.”

  He smiled at me then rested his forehead against mine. Then he slowly inserted himself into me. He was large, bigger than any other man I had ever been with, but I was so wet that there was no resistance. Sean moved slowly anyway. When he was entirely within me, I thought I was going to come right then and there. His massive girth stretched me and it felt so good. I immediately sighed at the feel of him. Why had we waited so long? What the hell was Penelope thinking? She had Sean to make love to every night but she didn’t want him? Sean rocked me from above and I moved from below. It felt so good, so right, and I didn’t know why I had waited this long. I gripped his back and moaned loudly. Sean smiled at me when he realized my enthusiasm.

  He moaned. “Scar, you are so wet for me.”

  I couldn’t even think clearly. “Yeah. Sean, you feel amazing.”

  “So do you.”

  My moans continued. It was such a blissful experience that my body couldn’t take it all. I was shaking everywhere. “Harder.”

  “You want me to fuck you harder?”


  I bit my lip. “Fuck me, Sean.”

  He pressed his forehead against mine then kissed me gently, parting my lips with his tongue. The pace of his thrusts increased and continued to stretch me wider. He reached all the way to my cervix, making me moan. Sex had never been that enjoyable. I couldn’t believe that I could sheath his entire cock. I guess it was because I was so aroused by him. If I wasn’t, that would have been extremely painful.

  He kissed my neck then leaned farther over me, his balls hitting my entrance as he thrust into me. “You’re about to come again.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Come for me, Scar.”

  “Yeah, Sean. Make me come.

  “I will.”

  He pounded into me hard and fast.

  I bit my lips. “I’m coming. I’m coming.” The pleasure stretched across my mind and almost exploded my head. Somehow that orgasm was more enjoyable than the last one. I had never been more sated.

  His thrusts decreased after I had my orgasm and he moved inside me gently. Since my body was so tender, the loving touch felt amazing.

  Our love-making was perfect. I immediately climaxed to him yet again, whispering his name as he thrust within me. Penelope was stupid for leaving Sean. He was perfect. I could rarely get off when I had sex with other guys, always feeling aroused and unsatisfied, but that wasn’t the case with Sean. I hadn’t climaxed that many times with any guy.

  We weren’t fucking. We were making love, and I realized I had loved him the entire length of our friendship. He was the one I wanted and no one else. I knew in that moment that Sean felt the same way. He loved me. Now I understood why I couldn’t date anyone else, and why I never gave anyone else a chance. It was because I wanted Sean. I always feared he wouldn’t feel the same way, that I was his friend and nothing more. But now that I knew I was wrong, I was so happy he was mine. We belonged together. I only wished we hadn’t taken so long to figure it out.

  I grabbed his face and kissed him. “It’s your turn.”

  He smiled. “You want another?”

  “No, I want to watch you come for me.”

  He grabbed my hips and pounded into me hard. His eyes were locked on mine the entire time.

  “Fuck me, Sean.”

  He moaned at my words. I scratched his back as he thrust into me.

  “Come on.”

  His body tensed as the moment overcame him. “Fuck, yeah. Fuck, yes.” He pounded into me harder as he came inside. “Fuck, Scar.”

  He didn’t worry about protection because he knew I was on birth control, even though I wasn’t sleeping with anyone. Then, he kissed me for several seconds before he pulled his cock out of me. As soon as he was gone, I missed him.

  He lay beside me, and I wrapped my arms around him. I placed my head on his chest and closed my eyes. I tried to fall asleep but I couldn’t. I was too happy. I had never been more satisfied in my life. Now I had the boyfriend that I’d always dreamed of. He was my best friend and the best lover I ever had. Sean was the perfect man and I couldn’t believe he was mine. I was sad that Penelope left Sean because it hurt him, but now I was ecstatic that it happened. I fell asleep for a few hours, but then my dream woke me up. I dreamt that Sean and I were making love, and I woke up to the feeling of my legs burning. There was sweat between my breasts.

  Sean was still asleep, but I pulled down the sheets and moved towards him. I reached my hand down and stroked his limp cock. Within seconds, he was hard for me. I grabbed him and shoved him deep into my mouth, rubbing the skin with my tongue. I hated giving head, but with Sean it was different. I wanted to make him feel as good as I did.

  “Scar,” he whispered. He leaned his head back and moaned. His hands reached for my hair and he grasped the back of my neck, holding me possessively. I pushed him further down my throat. “Fuck.” When I slid his dick from my mouth, I ran my tongue across the tip. He moaned louder. “You want more?”

  I continued to lick his cock.

  He grabbed my neck and pulled me back then pushed me on the bed. I felt my heart accelerate as he climbed on top of me. If any other guy was getting head, they would let the woman finish, but Sean wasn’t like other men. He was in love with me and he wanted to please me first.

  Sean grabbed my knees then opened my legs. I waited for him to move closer towards me, but he leaned down to my crotch. When I realized what he intended to do, I moaned. His tongue slipped inside of me and swirled around, pressing against my front wall. I clenched the bed sheets as he ignited a fire within me. With his hand, he rubbed my clit while he continued to kiss me below.

  “Sean.” I ran my fingers through his hair and pushed him further into me. “Yes.”

  He increased the pressure on my clitoris and it made me shake. He pulled away from my legs. “Come on. You are almost there.” His tongue was back inside of me.

  His words sent me over the edge and I came again, screaming his name as he licked everywhere. The pressure on my front wall just made me shatter. The pleasure made me sweat and a trail of it dripped down my chest. When I was done, he removed his mouth.

  “Did you enjoy that?”

  “Sean—I—oh.”

  He smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He climbed on top me then placed my legs over his shoulders. My ass was lifted off the bed then he placed it on his thighs. I had never done it this way before, but I knew I would enjoy it.

  As soon as he slid inside of me, I screamed. “Sean.”

  I felt his dick against my tender flesh again, and the orgasm was already building. “You’re amazing.”

  “You’re amazing,” he whispered. “I enjoy fucking you because you are so fuckable.”

  I gripped his forearms while he pounded into me. I never felt so much pleasure in my life. The beginning of the orgasm was constantly hanging within my body, and it was about to ignite at any moment.

  Sweat dripped down Sean’s chest and I wiped it away with my hand. He closed his eyes as his body began to shake. I knew he was about to come.

  “Sean.”

  He pounded into me harder. “I’m not going to last much longer,” he said between heavy breaths. “Come on, Scar. Come for me.”

  I felt my body unhinge as the pleasure ripped through my body. “I’m coming, Sean. God yes!”

  His thrusts increased as he came inside me. Seeing him empty himself within me made me come even harder. I leaned my head back and felt the emotion roll through me. When the moment had passed, Sean leaned over me and kissed me gently. “That should hold you off for the rest of the night.”

  I smiled. “It might.”

  He lay next to me and I wrapped my arms around him, feeling safe with him. I forgot about the drama at work, the horrible work party, and the heartbreak I had been carrying for so long. I was finally happy.

  11

  When I opened my eyes, I looked at Sean. He was still sleeping peacefully. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him. He looked so different to me than he had in the past ten years. Now he belonged to me.

  I leaned over him and kissed his lips gently. He opened one eye and looked at me. His lips were initially unresponsive, but then he responded to my kiss.

  “Good morning,” I whispered as I ran my hand up his chest. I could hear the happiness in my voice and it made me smile wider.

  “Good morning.” He smiled. He seemed to notice my elated joy. “Getting laid does wonders, doesn’t it?”

  I kissed him again. “Do you want breakfast?”

  “That depends,” he said. “What are you making?”

  “Pancakes, bacon, and eggs.”

  “That sounds good,” he said with a yawn.

  I pulled a shirt from my drawer and put in on before I walked into the kitchen. I began cooking breakfast while I sang under my breath, shaking my hips to the music in my head. After everything was prepared, we sat down together and ate.

  “I have to go to work today,” I said after I drank my coffee. I didn’t sleep very long, but I had never felt
more rested.

  “It’s Sunday, Scar.”

  “I know.” I sighed. “But I have another manuscript to work on.”

  “Your boss overworks you,” he said in between bites of his food. The mention of my boss brought me back to the evening before. I finally told Sean about everything that was happening in my life, but he hadn’t listened to a word I said, concentrating on the sight of Penelope across the room. I was a little hurt that he completely disregarded my troubles in light of the woman who didn’t care about him at all, but I decided to let it go. Now that we were together, it didn’t seem important.

  “I should go,” I said as I put my dishes in the sink. “I cooked, so you can clean.”

  “That sounds fair,” he said.

  I walked into my room, changed, and then went back into the kitchen. I leaned in and kissed him gently. He flinched slightly at my embrace, but he didn’t pull away.

  “I’ll see you later,” I said as I opened the door. “You are welcome to stay here until I get home.”

  “Okay,” he said. “Bye, Scar.”

  I caught a cab and headed to the office, walking with a skip in my step as I advanced into the building. My makeup was old, still the same face from the night before, and my clothes were wrinkled from lying in a heap on the floor all night, but I didn’t care. I never felt more beautiful.

  It was going to be a good day. I just knew it. Most of the workers were gone from the office, including Carl, so I knew I could work in peace. I smiled at Janice when I walked to my desk, and she stared at me with a look of shock.

  “You know it’s Sunday, right?”

  “Yes.” I laughed.

  “And you are here—at work.”

  “I’m not as stupid as I look,” I said with a smile. I opened up the new manuscript I just received and began to work, knowing I had to not only meet deadlines, but exceed them, if I wanted to keep my job. Janice continued to stare at me, observing me for a moment. Her eyes lingered on my messy hair and the wrinkles in my clothes. She connected the dots.