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I looked around and saw that I was hidden from the kitchen window. I shifted to the edge of the seat and began stroking myself. I closed my eyes, and Keegan’s face materialized before me. I wanted to push him away, but instead the thoughts of him commanding my body only made me wetter. My body was responding to the memory of him, and my fingers moved faster as I fantasized about his tattoos and his toned body in that biker outfit. His tongue on mine, on my neck, my breasts, stomach and then inside me. My breathing changed, and I was ready to orgasm. I never came this quickly.

My back arched, and I moaned lowly as my walls tightened and spasmed in pleasure. The waves from the climax washed over me, and I threw my head back. My orgasm lasted longer than I’d ever experienced.

Afterwards, I shook my head. I rarely masturbated, and hardly ever outside of the bedroom. To do it in the middle of the day at the kitchen table was totally out of character.

I got up and, after adjusting my clothes and having a drink of water, I sat back down and found I could concentrate. Somehow, masturbating to the memory of my boss, who I was spending almost a week on an international trip with, made everything better.

After a lot of thinking, I wrote a to-do list and formulated a plan for how I was going to do the Ireland trip, look through the rest of his files, and never think about his mouth or kissing it, ever again. But now, when I thought about searching those files, I felt a new level of guilt, like I had used him in a different way, had taken advantage of him in a sexual way. But it hadn’t been like that, I argued with myself. I hadn’t had any intention of seducing him – the thought was laughable. I confirmed my travel details with the flight operator for the Ireland trip, searching for the company online and sitting there open-mouthed at the luxury of their chartered flights. It was so extravagant, and so gorgeous, and yet so unnecessary. I thought about Keegan, silent and aloof, wearing one of his expensive suits and sitting isolated in his office full of cutting-edge technology, and tried to balance this against the vision of him with his scruffy hair and scuffed shoes, resting against the leather seating in the booth of the club with a bottle of beer in his hand.

Later that night, I lay in bed thinking over everything. One thing was for sure, the criminal past that Taylor seemed so sure of seemed like a distinct possibility for a man who was so good at hiding his true self, I thought. And then I froze. Wasn’t that exactly what I was doing? The familiar surge of guilt moved through me, and I groaned and turned over in bed, turning my pillow over to the cool side and trying to count my breaths as I had seen something on social media about how it could help you sleep. It must have worked, because I fell into an uneasy doze, dreaming about Keegan showing me his tattoos and the police knocking on the door while I hid him in my closet. And then he was in my bed, and I was clawing at his back while he lay heavily on me, pounding into me over and over. When I woke in a tangle of bedding, I was hot and wet and more confused than ever. I stood under the blast of the shower for as long as the hot water lasted, and then skipped breakfast, heading out of the apartment to walk to Beatrix’s, letting my damp hair dry in the sunshine.

I had to visit Beatrix to borrow a formal dress for the opening event in Ireland, but I was glad of the distraction and the company. She told me how Drew had worked all day Saturday and was clearly miserable. Of course, she demanded to know what was going on, were we going to get together or not? I didn’t want to tell her that Drew’s misery was self-inflicted because he was being an obnoxious dick, and I couldn’t possibly tell her that I had spent the previous day masturbating and the follow night dreaming about fucking Keegan Callahan. He was the enemy, I kept reminding myself.

So I told Beatrix that I didn’t think Drew and I were a good idea, that the past was probably best left in the past, and did my best to imply by my tone that I didn’t really want to talk about it. She seemed to get the message for once, and we talked over the Ireland itinerary. I found it hard not to let my excitement at the trip show, and she acknowledged that it was an awesome opportunity for me, even if I had to put up with Keegan. I said nothing. I let her dress me, put up with her prodding, and fixed each dress she put on me and then agreed easily to the dress she chose. It was some sort of slinky green number that seemed to show off a lot of skin, but I couldn’t summon the energy to argue with her. She was delighted with her easy victory and produced my favorite baked pasta dish for lunch. We ate together and I lingered for a while over coffee. No sooner had I got home when Drew called me.

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