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“Tonight was enough,” I said.
Fiona nodded slowly. “Okay.” She picked up her phone and typed something. I saw the message over her shoulder. Go home, love. Thank you. Night x.
Then she put the phone face down on the bedside table and climbed on top of me.
“Then let’s finish it,” she whispered.
She sank down onto my cock. She was soaked and swollen and hot from another man’s tongue, and she rode me slowly, telling me the rest of it in a whisper. How Ross had held her thighs open. How he’d said her name. How she’d thought about me the whole time.
I came hard, gripping her hips. She came on top of me a minute later.
Afterwards, in the dark, she said, “So. Next time?”
I thought about the hour I’d spent upstairs, listening. The jealousy. The noises through the floor.
“I don’t think there should be a next time,” I said.
She was quiet for a long time.
“Okay,” she said eventually. “If that’s what you want.”
“Is it what you want?”
“I want you.” She kissed my chest. “That’s always going to be true.”
It didn’t really answer the question.
Ross came for Sunday dinner two weeks later. It was fine. Mostly. But every time Fiona passed him the gravy, I watched her hand, and he never quite met my eye, and I wondered if I’d closed a door I’d regret.
Ending 14 of 16: One Time Only. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.