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and forth, mindful to give her enough time to open up. A second finger followed, then a third. Finally, I pressed the tip of my cock into her ass, and gently made my way inside.
    “Are you okay?” I asked her.
    “Keep going…”
    It was the first time she’d called me by my real name -- and I don’t think I’d ever been more aroused in my entire life. I gave one small thrust, wary not to go too fast. Before long we’d worked ourselves into a rhythm: moving deeper inside while she relaxed herself inch by inch, until I was finally home free.
    I leaned down, kissed a trail up her back before burying my face in her hair.
    Whenever I’m with you,” I whispered to her, “I never want to fuck another woman again.”
    “Then shut the hell up and fuck me now!”
    She didn’t need me to hold back any longer. I straightened my back, gripped her hips, and fucked her with everything I had. I grunted with each thrust, my hands smacking her ass and reaching up her ribs to squeeze her breasts. I closed my eyes, realized that I could feel myself teetering on the edge.
    “Don’t stop,” Bianca pleaded. “Almost there.”
    “You’re so fucking tight. Come for me, babe.”
    Bianca slipped a finger inside her pussy and tickled the shaft of my cock -- a trick that always made me come. With one final thrust, I shut my eyes and cried out her name, collapsing atop of her.
    “You know that always sets me off,” I said, panting.
    “It works for me, too.”
    I slid out of her, then quickly darted into the bathroom. After I’d taken off the condom, washed my hands and splashed some cold water on my face, I went back into the bedroom and crawled into bed beside her. We lay there in silence, the sounds of the city a white noise between us. There was something soothing about it, the way traffic and car horns and the dull roar of the heater combined into a singular soundtrack.
    “Can I ask you something?” I said.
    “What is it?”
    “If you hadn’t seen someone in ten years -- and then suddenly, you were reunited again -- would you think it was just a coincidence? Or would it mean something more?”
    “Depends on the person, I guess. If it was someone I really cared about, I wouldn’t think it was a coincidence.”
    “You’d want to settle whatever happened in the past, right?”
    “Yes, I would.”
    “Thanks for listening.”
    “Do you want to talk about this more?”
    “Not right now,” I said. “Can we just go to sleep?”
    “All right. After tonight, I’d say you’ve earned it.”

Chapter 7

 
 
 
    Nothing said luxury like a rooftop swimming pool.
    Perched on the forty-second floor, the pool at the Parker Meridien Hotel boasted floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Central Park, along with an onsite masseuse and food and bottle service. Available only to hotel guests, it was one of the more exclusive places to go for a swim in New York City.
    I’d slept like a log after Bianca and I had sex. So hard, that I hadn’t even heard Bianca get out of bed and head to the pool herself. I awoke to a note scrawled on the hotel stationary, instructing me to come join her. Resting atop the sofa in the living room was a shopping bag from Bloomingdale’s, where I found a Ralph Lauren bathing suit in my size.
    She’s certainly seen enough of my body, I’d thought. I guess she would know my size -- in more ways than one .
    I scanned the room, found Bianca sprawled across a lounge chair with a glass of orange juice in her hand. Her brown skin was offset by a jaw-dropping white bikini, one that was skimpy enough to make men drool and women scowl. I kicked off my shoes, peeled off my shirt, and sat down on the chair beside her.
    “Figured you’d wake up sooner or later,” she said. “Drink?”
    “I’m good. Hope I haven’t kept you waiting long.”
    “Long enough for these botoxed bitches give me dirty looks. Though now it looks like they’re green with envy over you.”
    “Come again?”
    “You’re better