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he sits down on the edge of my bed stripped bare for me. I kneel in front of him and take him in my mouth, loving his shaft with flicks of my tongue around his crown and then up and down along its ridges. He just looks down at me with the most pleased look on his face, I love giving him pleasure. Love the taste of him on my tongue. I rake my free hand up and down his smooth chest and along his sinful six pack abs. All of these emotions are running through my mind. I never enjoy doing this, but with Marcus I don’t think twice about pleasing him this way. That’s how I know I have these strong feelings for him that scare me. He could break me so easily, but I won’t give him the chance to. This has to end, so I will give him this last night of pleasure.
    Hours later and we’re both fully satiated. It’s now two in the morning and he’s holding me so close in his arms, warm, safe and sound after our slow and tender lovemaking. So much about it was different tonight.
    “I want to take you to the symphony tomorrow night, the firm has tickets we can use,” he offers.
    “I have plans tomorrow night, I’m sorry,” I whisper, as I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for the wrath that’s sure to follow.
    “Oh, what are you doing?” he asks cautiously.
    “I’m going to the U2 concert,” I reply.
    “I didn’t know you like U2. Who are you going with?” he inquires gently. Suddenly, I’m afraid to tell him. My heart starts racing and I wish I never agreed to go. I involuntarily hug Marcus closer to me to bury my face in his chest and breathe him in.
    “John,” I finally answer in a whisper and my insides tighten. Marcus doesn’t say a word for the longest time and my entire being is aching inside. Why did I do this to us? I’m not ready to let him go. He starts to pull away from me and I hold him tighter.
    “Sophie, let go,” he says in a voice I barely recognize.
    “When were you going to tell me?” he asks, sitting up on the edge of the bed.
    “I’m telling you now.” He rakes his hands though his hair in exasperation. I don’t flinch.
    “I’m not happy about it,” he says. I say nothing. “Do you care? Sophie you are…” he stops, not finishing his sentence.
    “I’m what?” I finally ask. You wonder why I said yes to John. I said yes because I know secretly deep down inside I’m falling for Marcus. I’m not good at just sleeping with someone outside of a committed relationship. I thought it would be easy to do with someone like Marcus, but when you do something as intimate as what we do together, I can’t stop these feelings from surfacing. As hard as I try to ignore them, they are there staring me in the face every single time we make love. They are real. I can sense Marcus feels them too, I know he does and I bet it scares the living daylights out of him. I know it scares me and we’re similar. So, to explain my actions, going out with John this weekend is a defense mechanism. A way of protecting my heart. Deep down I’m hoping this will cause Marcus to stop seeing me, then we will be forced to end this. It’s not good for us. Well, it is good for us, but you know what I mean…
    He pulls himself out of my warm bed and slowly drags his dress shirt on. He’s leaving, he never leaves after our lovemaking. I’m afraid that’s what this has become for us, lovemaking. I wasn’t supposed to feel love towards someone like Marcus. We both agreed, we don’t do love.
    I watch him in my moonlit bedroom as he slowly buttons his shirt. I can make out the scowl on his face. One by one he buttons his shirt with his masculine, strong hands working the tiny buttons with his dexterous fingertips that I love to have brushing over my body, tantalizing me. I know with the decision I’ve made I may never have those hands touching me again and my heart is already aching at the thought, but I remain quiet. He pulls on his slacks and then buckles his belt. He glances over at me snuggled under the