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effect was shattering, making it even worse. Instead of hearing her say my name, I felt it. I felt her body tighten around me. Papers fell to the floor. Her purse crashed down, spilling its contents across the hardwood. But she simply moved against me, wrapped up in the fever of sensation.
    One more stroke, and I could barely hold it in. Every cell in my body wanted to release into her, to flood through her pores. As I withdrew, as the balls of my apa hit her just right, she broke in my arms. With a faint sob, her body tensed and shook.
    “Drew,” she gasped, and I was done. Everything came rushing forth, wild and ragged as the rough groan I let loose. My movements slowed, tortuously drawing out the orgasm with tight jerks of my muscles.
    For the longest time, I held her. Bent over my desk with my forehead buried against the sweet, hot, damp skin of her neck. I felt boneless and weightless. All sensation fled, leaving only a deep contentment.
    “I’m not so sure that worked,” I finally managed to whisper.
    “Okay, yeah… that was still really fucking hot.” She nodded, shivering a little at the heat of my breath in her ear.
    I knew I should get up. I should let her go and try to forget this had ever happened.
    But, Christ … I could still feel the reverberations of her orgasm with every breath. So I didn’t let her go just yet. Instead, I tightened my arms around her and placed a kiss on her shoulder. “I guess it was worth a try.”
    “Yeah it was,” she said with a satiated whisper. “So worth it.”
    So fucking worth it…
     

 
     

    I woke up the next morning to a text from Maggie. She couldn’t find a necklace and she was wondering if it was at my place.
    Just thinking about her made my stomach lurch and my heart race. I climbed out of bed, trying to think of where she could have left it. She had rarely stayed over. In all the time we’d gone out, I could probably count the times on one hand.
    For a split second, I thought maybe she missed me. I texted her back.
Haven’t seen one, but I'll look.
    She was pretty quick to reply.
Check by your bed. I think I set it on your bedside table the last time I was there.
    Reminding me of bed… the last time she was in it. That little thought sparked into full on hope.
Want me to bring it to you if I find it?
Just let me know if you do. I'll come and get it.
    Like a love-starved idiot, I immediately jumped up and hit the floor to look. Sure enough, at the head of my bed up against the wall was a dainty necklace. I couldn’t remember her ever wearing it, but I was a dude. I didn’t really pay much attention to what chicks wore.
    I quickly snapped a pic and texted it to her.
Is this it?
    A few minutes later, I got a reply.
Yes. I'll stop by to get it today.
    My stomach twisted with apprehension. Strangely, not exactly excitement, but yearning for familiarity. For my life to get back to normal. A little suggestion that Maggie was coming by because she wanted that, too.
    It was Friday. I had some appointments in the morning, but I generally kept Friday afternoons pretty clear so I’d be ready to head to the Copperline in time to tune up.
I can be home at about one for a couple hours before I head to the Copperline. Can you stop then?
No. Just leave it on the counter. I'll leave my key there when I pick it up.
    That faint ray of hope immediately fizzled away. A sickening sensation settled in my gut as I realized she didn’t even want to see me. She actually did just want her shit… and to leave the key.
    How official. The final nail in the coffin.
    I hopped in the shower, mostly in an attempt to wash away that renewed bitterness of rejection. Turning the water on almost straight hot, letting the burn run over my chest, down my rigid abs…
    …and something else began to filter in.
    Raven.
    Raven’s touch, soothing and conflagrant all at once. The sounds that emanated from her throat and the image of her skin beneath my hands.
    The first time, I’d been so