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have ordinarily been uncomfortable was merely intense. Pleasure and pain twisted together and became ecstasy. And just as I knew I couldn’t keep from reaching my climax, he shoved deep one last time and buried his face in my shoulder before exploding inside me.
    I yelled his name and let go, taking us both out of our bodies and the world, to a place of pure sensation.
    “Wow,” I said long moments later when I could speak again.
    “Pretty much.” Sam was still stretched out on top of me, his big body covering mine completely. “I wish the rest of the world would just disappear so we could stay here forever.”
    “Me too.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Of course. Sam, you make me so happy.”
    “I noticed. Three times?”
    I giggled. “That’s not what I meant, but yes.”
    “Mm. I can do better, I think.”
    “What? No. I’m good. Really.”
    He nuzzled at my breast. “Are you sure? I bet you could go again.”
    “It’s not me I’m worried about.” But as I spoke, he thickened and lengthened again, still inside me. “Um, never mind.”
    “Did you doubt me?”
    “Of course not.”
    “Liar.”
    I smiled. “How can I make it up to you?”
    He chuckled. “Turn over. Up on your hands and knees.”
    I separated us and did what he asked. He was right behind me as soon as I got into position, stroking deep again. Still slick from before, I took everything he had to give, and loved it. One of his hands stayed on my hip while the other reached beneath me to caress my breasts as they hung heavily, swaying with the motions of our slower lovemaking.
    “I don’t know what god was responsible for creating your body, Carly, but I thank them. I’d build a temple and a giant statue if I could bear the idea of anyone else seeing you like this. Perfect and round. Soft and mine.”
    “Sam,” I whispered.
    “What?”
    “Stop talking nonsense and fuck me.”
    He laughed and then growled and did just that.
    *
    Sleepy and sated in Sam’s arms a long time later, I couldn’t avoid the guilt bubbling through my brain. And, of course, he could tell.
    “Really? All that and you’re still thinking too much?”
    I nodded and put my head on his chest, enjoying the scent of his skin. “It’s a sickness.”
    “I’ve noticed. Look, I didn’t want to spoil the mood earlier, but thank you, again, for sharing what you did with me. It means a lot that you trust me with your past.”
    I tugged on a lock of his ink-black hair. “It was terrible to tell, but felt good too, in a weird way.”
    “I understand. It can be hard to talk about things that change who we are, but it’s important to do it.”
    I sat up and looked down at him. “That sounds like the voice of experience.”
    Sam shrugged. “You know a little about my life growing up, but there’s a lot more to tell. I understand being shocked by sudden violence. I witnessed it all the time.”
    “Your parents?”
    “Yeah. We were such a silly cliché. Big family with the drunk father who liked to pound on his wife when life didn’t go his way.”
    “I’m so sorry,” I whispered. Putting my hand over his heart, I felt it beat under my fingers, and could almost feel it aching.
    “I hated it. Couldn’t wait to get out of there. But I carry them with me. The lessons, bad as they were. That bastard gave me nothing but life and grief, but if it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be a cop now. And I would have never met you. Terrible, unjust things happen. But sometimes they lead us down a path towards something bright and beautiful.”
    At that he rose and tugged me close for a kiss. It was soft and sweet and salty from the tears I hadn’t realized I was shedding. For Sam and myself and the whole messed up world.
    He held me tight again, and I was about to try for another kiss when my stomach growled loud enough to wake the dead.
    Sam, evil bastard that he was, nearly died laughing. “Well, fine. I open my heart here and your response is that? Very insensitive. Sorry my story