Kimber Chin

MARCY was here. In his condo. For a nooner. With MARCY. Crap, crap, crap. Brent paced, wringing his hands. This had to be perfect. It was MARCY.

She bent over to peer into the fish tank. Her skirt pulled tight across a shapely rear. All of Brent’s body hardened.

“That’s Bubbles.” He could talk fish.

“I know.” She straightened, a smile on her beautiful face. “And that’s Bluey.” She pointed to the other fish, careful not to tap the glass. That was Marcy. She was considerate of his fish. “Bubbles is fairly new but you’ve had Bluey for fifteen years, since coming to the city.” She removed her blazer, draping it over a chair. “I’ve been in your condo before, many times, remember?”

No, he didn’t remember. He didn’t remember anything before that kiss in his office. “I… ummm… I…” She reached around to unzip her skirt and all words fled.

“We don’t have to do this.” She stopped. “If you don’t want to.”

“I want to.” A certain body part was in danger of falling off if they didn’t. “I respect you, Marcy, so much. No matter what happens. I need you to know that.”

“And I respect you.” Her skirt dropped to the floor. She was wearing black silk panties. She looked so strong and sexy. “But I need more than you knowing that.” Her blouse joined her skirt. A black silk bra. Brent froze, his brain overheating. “I need you.” She trailed her finger down his nose, over his lips, clucking him on the chin.

“I need you.” He clutched him to her, kissing her thoroughly. “I love you.” The words were out before he could take them back. He tensed. Had he moved too quickly?

Her face lit up. “I’ve waited five years to hear those words.” She cuddled against him. “The wait was well worth it.” She kissed him. “I love you too, Brent.”