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Germany—and this time both the pleasure and the pressure were intensified.
    He wasn’t being as gentle, which was good. She didn’t want it gentle right now.
    She wanted to completely lose her mind, and the way it felt—she was going to.
    “You’ve been very, very bad today and now you’re going to get fucked in your ass, Nicole. You’re going to get fucked and you’re going to come when I say.”
    His hips pounded against her buttocks.
    His shaft stretched her, hitting deeper into her behind. At the same time, she was relaxing somehow—loosening, accommodating his girth.
    Shockingly, the orgasm she felt building now was almost too much to bear. She didn’t know how her body would respond. The wave was building and building and she could see it in her mind’s eye, towering over everything.
    A huge blue wave rising out of the sea, rising up and up and up and up…
    “Come now,” he commanded, and she instantly did so—going off like a rocket.
    He pushed deep into her cavity, groaning as he did so, pulsating inside of her—
    but his hand was also rubbing her clitoris and Nicole’s legs splayed outward as if she’d been given an electric shock.
    Her entire body was rigid with the explosion of her release and she literally screamed. She screamed again and again as wave upon wave hit her. She was coming one time after another.
    All of the energy was spent.
    Red withdrew from her, leaving her sticky with his semen. She was wet and full of his and her own juices. Her body was a limp noodle on the floor.
    He rolled to the side and caressed her hair softly. “Did that do the trick?”
    She nodded, unable to speak. Finally, after a long minute, she said, “Thank you.”
    “My pleasure. Literally.”
    “I needed that.”
    “You’re going to be okay, Nicole,” he said, still stroking her hair.
    “I hope so.” For now she was just glad to have released some of the pent up energy she’d been carrying around for days.
    Some of her depression felt as though it had lifted, but she could also tell that it was waiting to descend upon her again once her endorphins had stopped and the serotonin was no longer spiking.
    Slowly, Nicole sat up, her legs curled underneath her. Red was sitting up too.
    “That was unexpected,” she told him with a little smile.
    “In a good way?”
    She nodded. “In the best way.”
    “I don’t think Chef Roland would have been able to do that.”
    “Definitely not,” she laughed.

    ***
    Red had some business to attend to in Hartford, so he left around nine that morning. “I’m looking at some office space for the new company,” he told her.
    “You’re not going to have any offices in New York?” she asked.
    He shrugged. “New York’s played out. Hartford’s got style, its got character—
    and besides, it’s a lot cheaper to rent there.”
    Nicole laughed. “True.”
    “What’re you going to do while I’m gone?” he asked.
    “I think Danielle’s going to come by for a few hours.”
    “With her new husband?”
    “God no. Luckily she didn’t ask to bring him. I’m not sure what I would have said.”
    “You’d have told her Kane Wright can set foot on our property when hell freezes over.”
    “Not so sure that would go down too well.”
    Red grabbed his briefcase and straightened his tie. He was dressed up in a black Armani suit, purple tie, his hair styled, clean-shaven. “I’m off to work.”
    She admired him. “You look like how I remember you from the first day we met.”
    “In other words—I look totally hot.”
    Nicole rolled her eyes. “Ego much?”
    “Just a little.” He leaned in for a kiss. “Tell Danielle I said hi.”
    “I will.”
    He kept walking. “Remind her she can still get an annulment if she wants one.”
    “Red!”
    “I’m just saying…” his voice faded and then the door opened and shut as he left the house.
    Nicole cleaned up the kitchen a little for Danielle’s arrival. It felt good to do some dishes, normal things that