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  “Okay, baby, let’s turn the chair around, push it against the credenza…good. Now, bend over it,” I murmur, watching the round globes of her ass rising towards me as she does what I ask.

  What. A. Fucking. Sight!

  I flick my gaze to that coveted view beyond, the view into the heart of the city…the view from on high that so many people have lusted after before me, and will lust after again, once I’m gone.

  And it’s glorious. It’s a gorgeous view, lit with the light of the sun, but even as I look out, I know that it’s nothing, nothing at all compared to the sight of Heart’s throbbing, wet and raw flesh spread before my eyes, ready and waiting for me to take, and to conquer the way a man in love should take and conquer his true heart’s desire.

  For a moment, I just enjoy her, letting my fingers trail over her body, her ass, reaching down to fondle her full breasts and those sweet nips.

  Then I let my fingers trail down her outer thighs, just taking in the softness and beauty of her body.

  Turning her head, she looks at me from the corner of her eye and bites that lip, letting out small sounds of pleasure and arching her back like a cat.

  Her ass is perfect…perfectly heart-shaped, firm and round, with her soaked, pink and open pussy framed like a precious jewel between her cheeks.

  “You’re so beautiful, my sweet Heart,” I say, making us both grin at how corny that sounds.

  But we don’t care.

  Here, at the pinnacle of this status-symbol building, I’m going to do something life changing and permanent.

  I’m taking her, here and now.

  Taking Heart.

  Grinning with delight, I drop my jeans, letting my cock bob free. Taking it by the head, I position it against her soft wet skin, my eyes fixed on her pussy as I push the tip into her…and oh fuck!

  The heat, the heat is insane! She’s so tiny and tight, so slick and warm, my balls contract in pre-orgasmic readiness, and I know it’s no use, she’s too beautiful and I’m too in love to be able to hold off for long.

  Grasping both of her firm ass-cheeks with my hands, I push them apart to greedily take in the sight of her adorable asshole, crowning my cock like a tiny pink star as I push more of myself into her, relishing the way her pussy grabs at my length as I slide inside.

  “Mmmm…ahhhh,” she cries softly, turning that pretty face towards me in profile, eyes half-closed and lips parted.

  She bites her lip and pushes back against me.

  Moaning again, she braces herself against the chair, spreading her legs as far as she can and arching her back to welcome me in as I give in to my lust with a growl, hungrily slamming my raging cock all the way inside her.

  She cries out again, I can’t be sure because all logic and thought go away again, all except the exquisite sensation of her hot, soft flesh wrapped tightly around my length; the musky smell of her sex rising to my nostrils, fueling the fire; the rhythmic sound of her breath being forced from her lungs as I stroke forcefully into her….”Uhh…uhhh….uhhh…uhhh!”

  And oh my fucking God…uhhh, Jesus….fuck…fuck…it’s so good…so fucking good!

  Slap slap slap, my body falls into the rhythm that Nature intended…and here it comes…ohhhh fuuuck…here it comes….that sharp, exquisite white wave of pleasure erupts in the head of my dick, triggering my load to rise, firing up from my balls in the first long, shuddering blast of pleasure.

  Hands clenched on her ass, I squeeze and push her cheeks together, creating even more delectable friction, and my hips reflexively bury my exploding cock as far inside her as it will go.

  A hoarse, involuntary “Hhhnnnggg!” comes roaring from my throat.

  My thighs and legs quiver, my shoes digging into the carpet at the same time my hips push my rock-hard, pulsing cock deep into her flesh…lost in ecstasy as spasm after spasm of mind-blowing pleasure blasts through my cock, filling her tight, slick pussy with my seed.

  Chapter Twelve

  One Month Later: Easter Time

  HEART

  “Wake up, sleepy!” Bending to kiss Kyle’s tousled head, I smile at the way his face is smooshed into the pillow.

  “Nnnph,” he mumbles, one eye opening, then closing again.

  “Hey…hey! Come on! Breakfast is ready, coffee’s on, the birds are singing and it’s a bee-yoo-ti-ful day!”

  “Okay, okay,” he says, his voice thick with sleep. “Gotta give an old man time to wake up.”

  “Okay Gramps, but I don’t want to be late for my driving test.”

  “You should have thought of that before you wore me out last night,” he mumbles, both meaty arms going over his head in a big stretch.

  “Wore you out? I could barely walk to the bathroom when you were done with me.” Laughing, I pull the comforter off of him, revealing an enormous woody standing stiffly at attention.

  “Wanna go for round two?” Clasping his hands behind his head, he looks down at his erection, then waggles it at me.

  “I think it’s more like round four, if you count the three times we did it last night.”

  “Actually, now that you mention it, it is kind of raw,” he laughs, lowering one hand to tentatively touch himself. “Ow. But I think I can manage another round…if you insist.” Grinning, he makes a lazy grab at me.

  I jump away, giggling. “Save some for later, babe. Come and eat, then get your butt into the shower.”

  Grabbing a scrunchie from the bedside table and gathering my hair into a ponytail, I add: “ I’m smiling on the outside, but on the inside, I’m shitting bricks about my test, Kyle.”

  “Oh come on,” he says, continuing to idly fondle his dick. “I keep telling you, it’ll be fine. In fact, it’s scary how fast you picked up driving my stick!”

  I roll my eyes at his innuendo, but I’m smiling.

  “Seriously though, I don’t know why you’re worried. Personally, I feel like my masculinity is downright threatened by your driving skills.” He smiles. “It’s second nature to you already. That’s how I know you’ll nail the test today.”

  “Thanks so much, honey. It wouldn’t even be happening without you. Oh, and don’t forget, we’re meeting my parents and your dad and Nancy for Easter dinner at The Keg Mansion tonight.”

  I pull back the floor-length curtains covering the windows, letting in a flood of clear morning light.

  He squints, then stands and pulls on his bathrobe, tying the belt around his waist. “I haven’t forgotten,” he says. “How could I, when we’ll have such good news to tell them?”

  “Kyle! You didn’t say anything about my driving test today, did you? I wanted to keep it a secret in case I fail.”

  “Nope, I didn’t tell them about that, no.” He gives me a rather mysterious, fleeting smile. “I’m saying, it’ll be nice to tell them that you took the test and passed. Because that’s what’s going to happen.”

  After breakfast, Kyle gets into the shower while I clean up the cutting-edge, up-to-the-minute kitchen of his ten-million-dollar lakeside condo.

  Kyle’s luxurious unit in this exclusive building overlooking Lake Ontario is sumptuous, luxurious, lavishly outfitted…and about to go up for sale.

  Like the office, it’s beautiful, but…somehow, stifling in its sterility.

  Even though Kyle has made it clear that he wants me to be comfortable here, I always feel like I should tip-toe around the place, being careful not to leave a piece of sock-fluff on the polished floors, or heaven forfend, a smudge on the stainless steel SubZero appliances.

  No. Beautiful view and chi-chi address notwithstanding, all this expensive stuff just isn’t my cup of tea.

  Nor, Kyle’s, as it turns out. He couldn’t care less. To him, this condo was always just somewhere away from the office to sleep, watch movies and hang out. The prestigious address was simply in keeping with what he thought would be fitting for a man of his means.

  He’d told me that when he’d purchased it five years ago, he hadn’t even looked at it in person.
He’d just bought it from a floor plan and had a designer bring in furniture.

  Yeah. Not much heart in this place either, that’s for sure.

  So, as soon as Nancy gets back to work next month, he’s putting the place on the market and I’ll help him find something he likes better.

  Something we like better.

  He wants me to move in with him and of course, I will. But we both want where ever we end up living to be a real home, that we pick out, furnish, and decorate…together.

  Thinking about Aunt Nancy’s recovery makes me so happy!

  Now, she only has a slight limp, and the docs say that with continued therapy, that will soon be gone.

  Her budding romantic companionship with Kyle’s father makes me smile, too.

  After that first time he showed up at the hospital, captured for posterity in those photos we saw on Facebook, Don started visiting her daily.

  And now that she’s out of hospital, she’s spending a lot of time at his place, helping him with his computer skills, clearing old belongings and paperwork out, and doing whatever else it is that two old lovebirds feel like doing.

  All I know is, they’re happy. Kyle told me that suddenly, Don’s a lot more enthusiastic about everything, including redecorating.

  It’s as if the two of them are healing their wounds together, even though hers were physical and his, emotional.

  There’s a lot in my life to be happy about, I think with satisfaction.

  My parents and Kyle get along great, for one thing. And they took Don into their circle without hesitation, and not just for Nancy’s sake. They’re building genuine relationships, just like me and Kyle.

  What could be a more solid foundation for a new couple than having their families mesh like ours?

  And, of course, summer is coming. Kyle promised we could rent a cottage on a lake somewhere, where we can get out of the city and relax. He promised me two full weeks, of campfires and cook-outs and canoeing and swimming. No traffic sounds, no crowds, no pollution and no business phones, texts or emails.

  All the above makes me feel so happy, I can almost forget the driving test I’ll be taking in less than an hour.

  * * *

  Later that evening, Kyle leads me into the crowded restaurant, holding my hand.

  My dad, already seated with the others, spots us and waves us over. My mom sits to his left, and across from them, Don and Nancy turn to smile as we approach.

  “Hey kids,” Dad says, “Happy Easter!”

  “Happy Easter, Leon,” Kyle returns, then we greet everyone else as we get settled.

  Everyone is in a great mood, all sparkling eyes and ready smiles. Looking around at the faces of my family and Kyle’s brings an unexpected rush of pure, blissful gratitude.

  How did I get so lucky?

  “You’re looking awesome, Moneypenny,” Kyle says, beaming.

  “I know!” Aunt Nancy’s reply is delivered with her usual sparkle and spirit. “Your Dad here is keeping me busy.”

  “Okay, don’t get too literal in front of the kids,” my Dad jokes.

  “You’re the one who went there,” Nancy shoots back, quick as usual. “Your husband’s mind is in the gutter, Cora.”

  “Can you blame me for having naughty thoughts? I married the most beautiful woman in the world, you know.”

  “Why, thank you,” Mom and Nancy say it in unison, making everyone laugh.

  “So, how’s that hippy stuff you’re doing in the office working so far, Kyle?” Nancy asks.

  “Hippy stuff!” Mom laughs.

  “It’s only been a month, but so far, it’s going great,” Kyle replies.

  “The bottom line next year will tell the story,” Nancy says. “I just hope you won’t end up paying people for doing their nails or going to see their lawyers or something.”

  “Time will tell,” Kyle says. “The atmosphere is already a lot better. And when you get back, you can change the executive suite if you want.”

  “Oh? Well…now you’re talking. I never did like all that chrome and black and white plastic.”

  “No? I thought you said it was efficient and professional.”

  “It is. It’s just not very warm or welcoming. I’m not complaining, Kyle! It was fine.” “

  “Yes, but you could have said something, given me your real opinion.”

  “Sure, but…it’s a workplace. You go there, you do what you’re paid to do, you go home. End of story.”

  “That’s how it always used to be,” Don says.

  “You got that right,” my Dad puts in. “When I worked for General Motors, you punched a time card and they’d dock you if you were a minute late. One time…”

  “Leon,” Mom says. “Times change.”

  “Yeah, I know, doll,” Dad says. “Just as long as you don’t change, that’s all I care about.”

  “Oh, you were always such a flatterer,” Mom says, giving him a flirty smile.

  Kyle and I look at each other and grin.

  “Ahem,” I say, loudly. “Everyone? I have an announcement to make.”

  “Oh my God,” my mother shrieks, drawing a few stares from nearby tables. “You’re pregnant?”

  “No…Jesus!” I say, ducking my head as everyone else laughs. “Nothing that…serious. I just wanted to tell you that I passed my final driver’s test today.”

  Everyone offers their congratulations, with Dad giving me a resounding high-five. “I told you! I told you it was no big deal. Did you take Kyle’s beater to the test, or the Beamer?”

  “The beater,” I say. “I think my first car will be a stick-shift. They’re actually kind of fun to drive.”

  “I know, right? I’m so proud of you honey,” Dad says, patting my hand. “I told you it was no big deal. Eh? Didn’t I tell her, Cora? ”

  “Yes, we both did. But she’s just as stubborn as you are, Leon. Sometimes, she needs an extra push.”

  “You call it a push, I call it encouragement,” Dad says amiably. “Lord knows, we tried. She’s a good girl but she gets crazy ideas sometimes. Did she tell you about the accident, Kyle?”

  “Yes,” Kyle says. “I can see why it knocked her confidence down a few notches. But she’s quite a good driver. She doesn’t make that many mistakes.”

  “Thanks,” I say, smiling at him. Smiling back, he grabs my hand and pulls it into his lap. “I’m glad she let me persuade her to try again.”

  “I’m glad you two met,” Nancy says, eyes shining. “Getting your driver’s license is a nice milestone in a young person’s life. But… ”

  “There are more important ones,” Mom finishes. “Now, Kyle, if you can convince her not to put off having kids until she’s thirty, that would be even more amazing.”

  “Oh, boy,” I say, shaking my head.

  “Hey, it’s true,” Nancy says, meeting my eyes. “Take it from me. Anything can happen.”

  “Hear, hear,” Don interjects.

  “You got that right, too,” Dad agrees.

  “Oh, you’re all ganging up on me now?” I laugh.

  “Well, it is Easter,” Nancy says. “Fertility season.”

  “Hey…just a second, Auntie. The last time we spoke about this, I thought you agreed with me that waiting was a good idea?”

  “I used to think so, yes. And maybe that’s right for certain people….certain circumstances. But you do want children, and I never did.”

  “Yes, of course I want kids…someday. When the time is right,” I say.

  “Heart? The time may never be “right”.” She makes air quotes with her fingers. “Being laid low by a life-threatening event makes you think differently about a lot of things, honey And I had a lot of time to think about it, in that hospital bed.”

  Don puts his arm around her and gives her a quick squeeze, but says nothing.

  A glance at Kyle and my parents show that their eyes are on me.

  “And you’ll always regret things you never did, much more than the things you did. Laying in
that bed, I wished like hell I’d gotten married and had children,” Nancy finishes. “Don’t get me wrong…I appreciate everything you all did to support me. You too, Kyle. I’m fine now, and only good came out of it,” she smiles at Don, “but I’m telling you…”

  “Life comes at you fast,” Mom finishes.

  “And time flies,” Don says. “Just sayin’!”

  Just then, the waitress comes by, pushing a cart holding a tray with four champagne flutes and two ice buckets, each cradling a bottle of Dom Perignon.

  “Good evening, folks,” she says cheerfully, “and welcome to the Keg Mansion!” She places a champagne glass in front of each of us, then uncorks one of the bottles of champers with a flourish. She pours for all of us, then sets the ice buckets on the table with the corkscrew. “Would any of you care to taste?”

  “No, that won’t be necessary,” Kyle says.

  “Okay! Enjoy your celebration and I’ll be back for your food orders in a jiff!”

  I grin at Kyle, then at everyone else. “Wow! I’ve never had Dom before.” I pick up my glass and turn it this way and that, enjoying the way the bubbles rush upwards within the golden-colored liquid.

  “Well, we have a lot to celebrate,” Mom says. “My sister’s recovery…”

  “…and your driver’s license,” Nancy adds.

  Kyle stands up. His eyes intense, he stares at me as he reaches into the inner pocket of his sport jacket.

  He pulls something out, his big hand obscuring whatever it is from view.

  I smile up at him. “Where you going? We’re just about to have a toast!”

  “I’m not going anywhere, babe,” he says.

  “Oh my gosh, here we go,” my mom murmurs. She reaches across the table and clasps Nancy’s hand, then grabs for my father’s hand.

  Dad winks at me, and Don nods encouragingly at his son.

  Baffled, I look up at Kyle, who’s looking down at me with so much love and hope in his eyes, I can feel it flood my own being, as if the two of us are one.

  “Heart, I love you,” he says simply, getting down on one knee before me.