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was sucking
him hard now, hollowing out her cheeks with her rhythm, twirling her tongue
around the head of his shaft as she did. It was all he could do not to fuck her
throat.
    “Fuck, baby,”
he gritted out, every muscle in his body tensing in preparation. “I’m going
to—fuck, baby.”
    She hummed
wordless encouragement over his erection and dug her fingernails into his inner
thigh.
    He roared out
in surprise as climax surged up and swallowed him, the pleasure intense and
sustained and utterly leveling.
    His whole body rocked
with it.
    “Oh, fuck,” he
mumbled, as she kept sucking him through the contractions. “Oh, fuck, oh,
fuck.”
    He was still
barely holding himself up against the wall when she finally let him slip from
her mouth. She stood up from the seat and wrapped her arms around him.
    His knees
buckled. They literally buckled.
    They had an
awkward moment until she managed to help him sit down where she’d been seated
earlier.
    She lowered
herself until she was on her knees beside him. She leaned her head against one
of his thighs, and he managed to reach out so he could hold her there against
him.
    The shuddering
was too strong now, and he had no strength left to hold it in.
    His whole body rocked
with it, so much more powerful than the climax.
    He leaned his
head back against the shower wall and closed his eyes. Took several ragged
breaths.
    She made a
sound like a stifled sob. “Oh, sweetie, please tell me.”
    And that was
it.
    He just broke.
    Rasped out,
“My…my father died.”
    The words were
so horrible—hanging in the air as they did, real in a way they hadn’t been the
moment before—that he shook even more violently.
    Lori breathed,
“Oh, my God. Oh, my God.”
    There was
nothing he could say to that.
    He’d hated his
father for most of his life, but he’d never been able to hate him enough.
    “Oh, my God. When?”
Lori asked.
    “Five days
ago.”
    Five days. Six
hours. And fifteen minutes—give or take a few minutes, since he couldn’t see a
clock at the moment.
    It was then he’d
gotten a phone call that changed everything.
    “Oh, my God. I
haven’t heard anything, on the news or anything.”
    His father was
an important businessman in the city. His death, if made public, would be reported
in the news.
    “They’re
keeping it quiet. Until they get everything settled…with the estate and…” He couldn’t
finish. Couldn’t say any more.
    Lori pushed
herself to her feet and turned off the shower. Then she opened the curtain to
reach for a towel. “So all this time…” Her face was twisting as she dried
herself off.
    His face felt
like it was twisting too. All this time, he hadn’t told her. He hadn’t told her
something so important.
    He waited for
her to reproach him. To tell him how wrong he’d been, how badly he’d treated
her.
    He would
deserve it. All of it.
    She could leave
him, and he would deserve that too.
    She lifted the
towel to her face and gave a little sob into it. One he just couldn’t
understand. Then she wrapped the towel around her and reached for another.
    “Can you stand
up?”
    He wasn’t sure
he could, but he tried. He managed to keep his feet while she dried him off.
     “Lori, I’m so
sorry,” he began, the words painfully raw in his throat.
    “Shh. Not now.”
She left the bathroom and returned with a t-shirt and pajama pants for him to
wear. “Let’s go to bed.”
    He managed to
pull on the clothes and brush his teeth. Then he slowly made his way to their
bed, every step heavy and sore.
    She’d pulled on
pajamas too and had gone to get two bottles of water for each of their
nightstands. Then she turned out the lights and crawled into bed beside him.
    He rolled onto
his side, so she just pressed herself behind him, hugging him as she spooned
him.
    “I’m so sorry,
Ander,” she murmured. “I’m so, so sorry about your dad.”
    He started to
shake again.
    His father had
defined his life—for most of his life. As a boy, all