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engorged nipples with his tongue.His hands slid over my hips and thighs and one finger slipped around front, finding my clitoris and stroking softly.I involuntarily threw my head back, arching into him.His strokes and nibbles became stronger.My hands gripped his shoulders, my fingers digging mercilessly into his flesh.I was slipping from reality as my climax came in a rush of sensations.As I braced for the orgasm, he slipped another finger inside me.I cried out.He moaned as he felt my muscles contract around his finger and laid me on the bed, climbing on top of me.
    I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slid inside me.Sobs erupted from my lips and tears flowed freely as he stroked, slowly at first, and then harder, driving himself deep inside me.We made love, his hips plunging against mine.He felt so damn good inside me I thought I would lose consciousness.
    “Laura . . . oh God! Laura! Yes!” his voice was wracked with emotion and desire.Our bodies were tearing us apart and we only wanted each other more.I opened my eyes as his strokes became more fevered.I wanted to see his face when he came.I was still crying and could feel another orgasm growing.He was building speed and I knew we would both come soon.
    “Laura . . . I want you so much Baby, so fucking much . . .” he growled as my climax washed over me.As the tingling began to fade I knew his was emerging.He was pounding into me, begging, “Please! Please! Yes . . . yes . . . Oh God, yes!”His whole body shook with spent desire.
    Alan collapsed onto me and we lay there, perspiring, breathing, and kissing.Laying there, tangled arms and legs, our lips met again and again.
    The lights were still on, an hour had passed, and we were still awake, lying in each other’s arms.Now and again fingers would stroke skin and lips would meet, but for the most part we just looked into each other’s eyes.Whether we were searching for love or hoping for an explanation – all that mattered was that we were there, together.Somewhere along the line, I drifted into sleep.
     

Chapter 8
     
    Mike and I had met a couple of years after college.I had spent my whole life in Indiana, so after college I decided to move somewhere exotic.For reasons I can’t explain, Ohio became that exotic place. I’d been teaching at the local community college and working on my master’s degree and everything seemed good.I dated a few guys but nothing ever came of it.Then I met Mike.
    I was out with my grad school friends, having a few drinks at this hole-in-the-wall in Columbus.It was my turn to buy and so I walked up to the bar and there he was – the most charming, attractive man I had seen in a long, long time.We became friends at first but it quickly turned into something else.When we weren’t together, we spent every moment talking to or thinking about the other.And the sex was incredible.While my experience had been limited to half a dozen men, most of them were horrible in bed.Mike was different.He had experience, like he had been trained by a stable of upscale prostitutes before being released into the world.
    Within a year we were married and for ten years we were happy.I never wanted anyone else.Or so I thought.Mike was my best friend, my lover, the father of my beautiful children.Then he got his dream job. (Cue ominous music.)
    At first I was so happy for my husband.He had worked hard to get this job and it suited him perfectly.I was able to go part-time and spend more time with the kids.We moved into a big house, the kind we’d always dreamed of.
    But something changed after six months on the job.He started working longer hours, talking only about work every minute we were together.He insisted he wasn’t having an affair with a woman, but with his job.Then came sobbing, repentant phone calls from a secretary and a copywriter.They had names.I refused to remember them.Mike insisted that was all in the past.My affair with Nick reminded me that we had problems.This trip confirmed