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part, I was lying on my back. He towered over me, his face set in a rictus of rapture, and I realised he was having another orgasm.
    Oh, Jesus, he was huge inside me. It should have hurt, but all I felt was an incredible ecstasy and the urge to have him take me, body and soul. His eyes fixed on mine and his lips pulled back. I swore his teeth looked longer, sharper. The wild, almost feral expression on his face shocked, yet thrilled, me.
    “Joseph,” I gasped. “Yes, fuck me, fuck me again.”
    He growled as he thrust deep inside me, and my skin prickled and tingled all over at the sound. Then it happened. I felt his hot semen flood my insides, and I knew the condom had broken. Despite my euphoria at being a part of this incredible experience, my mind grasped the reality of what that might mean, and my eyes, fixed on his, widened with the shock of it.
    “Don’t worry,” he whispered, knowing what had scared me. “I am negative.”
    I clung to him, relief flowing over me as he uttered those words. His hand stroked my hair, acting as a soothing balm. I buried my face in his chest and listened to his words of assurance that all would be well.
     

     
    We lay in each other’s arms, my head on his chest, and I still felt the warm afterglow of what had passed between us. After that gloriously hot experience, I was happy to lie quietly, my only movement a gentle caress of my fingertips across his muscled torso. He gave a deep sigh, I hoped, of contentment. As he gently stroked my hair, I raised my head to look at him.
    “This is nice,” I murmured.
    He kissed my forehead and smiled at me. “Yes, it is.”
    God, but he was gorgeous. I wanted to just lie there with him holding me, forever.
    “What’s your last name, Joseph?” I asked.
    “Meyer. My father, also Joseph, was from Southern Germany. And yours…?”
    “Fitzgerald.”
    “Micah Fitzgerald.” He said my name slowly as if he were relishing it. “An unusual combination.”
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    “My mother just loved the name Micah. My dad was Irish. He died two years ago.”
    His arm tightened about me. “I’m sorry.”
    “Thanks. It’s funny, because I had just met Robert—my ex—and he was so great all through that. I’d really begun to believe he’d been sent to me to keep me strong, so I could be strong for my mother.” I paused, slightly embarrassed that I was, again, opening up to this man, who until a few hours ago, I hadn’t known existed. Way to go Micah. Put another damper on the evening.
    He kissed my cheek. “Perhaps if you tell me about what happened, it will ease your mind a little.”
    “Oh Jeez, you don’t want to hear all that.”
    “I’m a very good listener.”
    “But you didn’t invite me here to listen to me whine about my ex-boyfriend.”
    “If it will make you feel better, I don’t mind.”
    I sighed. “It’s boring really. Robert left me because he lost interest in our relationship. I wasn’t exciting enough for him, I guess. He was fed up with the same old routine. We were getting into a rut, always doing everything together, instead of seeing our old friends or going places where we might make new friends. I said we could do that, but he said it was too late. He’d met a guy who could give him what I could not, and he was leaving.
    “I was kinda shocked, although, to be honest, I could sense it coming. Funny, but I sometimes seem to have this, uh…weird premonition thing going. Anyway, one minute he was standing in the kitchen telling me all this stuff, and the next thing I knew, he was out the door, carrying his suitcase.”
    “Have you seen him or talked to him since then?” Joseph asked, his voice gentle and concerned.
    “Oh yeah. He had to come back to pick up some more of his stuff and drop off his keys.
    We talked, and he said he wanted to stay friends, but I couldn’t deal with that, right then.
    I’ve seen him a couple of times, here and there.”
    “And the one he left you