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Nancy walks through the garage; she takes the long way back to her office. She wants the rest to see her leaving his office. She has a plan, and she always gets what she wants. No matter the cost.
A voice from beside her questions, “Wow you got him off quick. Must be good. No wonder you didn’t want me.”
Nancy ignores Dean’s comment. She’s used his degrading comments, she refused him after he cornered her in the restroom. I shouldn’t have let him get away with groping me.
Nancy only has one thought. Sean O’Malley become a permanent fixture in her bed.
Hours later, Sean, who drank the rest of the bottle of whiskey in his desk. He glances at the clock, not even noon. He rises from his chair, affected by the whiskey, falls backwards almost tipping the chair. He knows he should stay, his need to make sure Janet’s alright nags his mind.
He nods to his workers on the way out the door, Sean hopes they cannot see the stager in his gait. He has one thing on his mind, convincing Janet to put things behind her and let him love her again.
He enters the house, it’s as still as ever. He’s never returned this early from his work. He is shocked to find nothing. Holding on the sofa for support, Sean makes his way to the bedroom. He stands by the door; Janet looks like an angel under the white comforter. Her red hair sprawled out on the pillow.
In an instant, he walks over to the bed, caressing her cheek lightly with his hand. A small moan escapes his mouth. He enters the bed, sliding his long legs next to her, the fabric of her sweat pants rubbing against his jeans. Slowly he puts his arm around her middle and pulls her closer to him. Fresh scent of her perfume enters his nostrils. Moving her hair to the side exposing her neck, he nuzzles his lips in the crook of her neck. Janet moans, she pushes her body closer to Sean. He knows she is still asleep, for Janet was awake she would tell him the same thing. Sean, I am not ready. Eight months he has been hearing the same words uttered time and again they are branded in his mind.
Sean continues touching Janet; her clothes are constricting his pursuit. He knows once she awakes the mood will be spoiled. His hand slips under her t-shirt, her breasts are plump and waiting for him, nipples hard.
He nuzzles his mouth to her ear, “Please Janet. I love you.”
When no reaction comes from her, he continues kneading, and caressing her body. Every time a moan escapes her lips, his erection responds. He unbuttons his jeans to give him some room. He looks to Janet’s face. She is awake with a sultry smile on her lips. He crushes his mouth to hers, invading her mouth with his tongue. Her hands lock behind his head, pushing him closer.
“Are you sure?” Sean his voice barely a whisper.
All Janet does in nod her head. He loses himself to the passion that had been boiling in his veins. A first for them since she woke up and he will make sure it’s the best she ever had. His mind far from Nancy and his one-night almost a year ago.
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WRAPPED IN HER ARMS, a smile on his lips, Sean knows he needs to tell Janet. Afraid she will throw him out of her life he remains silent. During his passion, all that mattered had been Janet. However, thoughts of Nancy and her primal urges slams into forefront. Now he must live with his shame, his regret.
“Why are you home so early?” Janet ponders.
“To see you, of course.”
Sean pulls her closer and plants a kiss on the top of her head. Janet appears to be faraway in her thoughts. One of the many reasons he can’t spill the truth about Nancy. Her coldness breaks the spell; he grumbles and leave her on the bed. Stomping from the bedroom and retreating in the bathroom. Slam the bathroom door rattled in its hinges. He grips the bathroom sink, takes a long deep look at the reflection in the mirror. This must stop Sean. Nancy was a one-night stand in a time you were helpless.
“It don’t make it right.”
He turns on the shower, letting the water run over his aching muscles. Sean fights the images of Nancy. Her straddling him on the office chair, spread-eagle across his desk, his face buried between her legs. The thoughts come to fast and his body responds, even though he doesn’t want it to. He shuts off the hot water and stands in the cold water letting it coat his body. The guilt making his gut clench.