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he’d put his arm around Nori’s waist and leaned in to whisper something risqué about one of their guests. It was the first time they’d touched in over a year.
    And it didn’t matter. He wasn’t a child, craving his father’s approval. He’d never been sentimental, never secretly longed for a reunion, for an expression of love to prove his worth. That’s why he’d never shared his successes with Aro. When he landed million dollar accounts, strangers crowed over his business savvy and negotiating prowess. Acquaintances and friends praised his keen eye for new opportunity, his ability to see around corners when it came to stopping problems before they could start – they gave his father details, not him.
    When bottles of celebratory scotch arrived at his home, fabulous cufflinks from Ineffable stock, gift certificates to the best resorts and spas and stores he didn’t puff up with pride. Most of the time he passed the gifts along to his direct reports. Not because he was angry, but because he needed nothing, and the idea of using anything his father provided left him with a faint feeling of distaste. The feelings that should exist between father and son, even if they were bad, were quite simply, missing.
    And he would not give up Margot. Not for anyone, not for any reason. He didn’t know what was going on, why she made him feel this way. Half crazed one minute, so content he could purr the next. He did not believe love was the answer, though admittedly he knew nothing about it, having never experienced the phenomenon before. But he’d heard about it, seen it play out with friends and coworkers, in plays, in books.
    This was something else, something primal. Something inescapable, intense and fully interior. This was something that rattled his heart inside his chest and made him behave completely unlike himself. This scared him, the intensity of his feelings, not to mention the fear that she would leave him. But this, whatever it was, freed him to because she made everything okay.
    Margot was in his blood, on his mind. She nurtured his spirit, fed his soul. Having laid claim to all of that real estate, his heart was almost incidental, and that beat for her as well. In her he found all of the fine feelings he’d thought were missing. Feelings he’d thought so rare as to be manufactured to make money or created as props to entertain. Feelings that were there all along, lying dormant, waiting for her.
    Margot was life to him. She was his, and what he had he kept.
    “I want you.”
    She looked up. Of course she was working, semi-precious jewels were spread around her in a colorful arc. When she got up from the couch he saw they made an incomplete smiley face. That’s how he would be without her. Pieces missing.
    “You asked me what I want. I want you,” he repeated.
    He held tight to her waist when she walked into his arms and fused her mouth to his. She sighed as their tongues met, stroked, and the kiss turned hot and desperate. He picked her up and made his way to her bed, and though she did not answer, he felt some of his worry dissipate when she laid her head on his shoulder and let him carry her.
    He tried not to be but he was rough with her. He’d had a scare, and the only thing that would ease his worry was her body under his, his body inside hers, her breath in his mouth, her sweat on his body. He needed her.
    He sat up with her in his lap, practically hissing when she eased down and slowly pulled him in. He rubbed his face against her chest, wanting to bite her, to flip her to her back and pound away this frightened feeling. Instead he shuddered, mouth open on her breast and fretfully sucking as she began to move on him.
    He heard gasping, and felt no shame when he realized it was he. He could barely keep his eyes open or his mouth closed, even with her succulent flesh on his tongue. He no longer had any cares, no agenda or worries, nothing to do or feel except her, hard and fast, as deep as he