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Eliza heard the last part of the national anthem, when she walked toward Terrence’s office. He was listening to the ball game. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the desire that she felt from being in the office this late and being this close to him.
She walked past his door, and felt him behind her as she did.
“I need your help with a project Eliza, can you step in for a moment?”
His hand was on her hip, and she leaned against the wall outside of his door. He moved around in front of her, and looked in her eyes.
“I admire those of you that work well independently,” she said, folding her arms across her chest.
Terrence smiled at her softly.
“I can’t stop thinking about you…” he said, looking at her.
“Yeah…” she answered, looking at him and shifting. “Not here.”
He nodded.
“Do you want to get dinner and a nightcap?”
“I have to meet my fiancé…”
Terrence stared at her with wide eyes.
“Fiancé? I was wondering when you were going to tell me…”
“You knew?”
He laughed.
“Of course I knew, you were in the paper with him and everyone was talking about it a few days ago…”
“So you did not know before? In Paris?”
“No, I just wanted you. I still want you, and I don’t care if you are stepping out on your fiancé…”
Eliza laughed and stood up straight.
“My relationship is open with my fiancé…”
Terrence leaned into her.
“So you are open?”
Eliza pulled away from him.
“Not here, not here…”
He stood back and surveyed her.
“I can’t stop thinking about you…open…” he said, looking down and then back up at her with a potent mixture of uncertainty and vulnerability.
Turning on her heel, she walked to the bathroom. The unisex bathroom was wide and white with gleaming surfaces. When Terrence placed her on top of the sink, there was nothing more gleaming than their lust…
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Tyler was upset, and Nichy was uncertain how to soothe him. When they were in the car going back to his apartment, she could tell something was wrong. She placed her hand on his thigh in the least sexual way she could imagine, and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He usually was so forthcoming with his emotions, she wanted to know what was wrong but she wanted to give him space as well.
When they got to his apartment, he pulled her close to him.
“Babe,” she sighed, pressing her cheek to his chest as he held her.
He squeezed her even more, and she pressed into him even more.
Days later, post Paris, they went to a costume party. Tyler dressed as a vampire—a particularly dapper one. Nichy could barely suppress the urge to touch him, but she didn’t because he was still in a mood. Even as he applied fake blood to her neck. She could feel his breath on her neck and it made her shiver. Tyler had cautioned her to stay still, as he put fake blood in to a fake wound that she had applied herself.
The blood was a bit too thick, so he walked away from her and when he came back he had a tube of K-Y jelly. Nichy had wondered if he was as aroused as she was from the application so far. He opened the tube of lube, and applied it to her neck. Nichy exhaled a rush of breath—she had not even realized that she was not breathing until that moment.
Walking into the party with him later, everyone admired the wound on her neck. She was otherwise dressed in a corset and full skirts, and the blood had trickled to the top of her breast. Tyler held the small of her back, and steered her around the room. Nichy was inspired that he was able to be so attentive and affectionate with her, even though it was clear that something had bothered him since they had returned from Paris.
He ushered her into a dark corner, and pushed her to the wall. The din of the party was far away, as if they had entered a hidden alcove. Nichy pressed her hands against the wall, and saw a very dim reflection of herself there in a mirror, and the glistening of the blood because of the added K-Y jelly. Briefly, she saw Tyler before she closed her eyes as he sucked on her neck and grabbed her breasts roughly. She wondered if there would be bruises on her breasts, and smiled because people might just think it was a detail of her costume they did not see earlier.
She pounded on the mirror indelicately, as Tyler pulled up the back of her skirts.
“I have the K-Y jelly with me, I saw how you were looking at me when I was putting the blood on you. Do you want me to…”
Nichy did not hear the rest of his question, she nodded violently as her thighs quivered. She knew where he was going to put that jelly, and she was ready for it. Under her skirts were bare, because she had not worn any underwear. She had thought he would find that out later…He caressed the curves of her backside, and teased at the split with his fingers.
The sounds of their encounter were what stayed with her after. Tyler unbuckling his pants, squeezing lube out of the tube and the sound of him putting on a condom. The squelching of lube as he entered her hole. The different sounds that they made from when he entered her from the front, from the back was an entirely new experience and she cried deep in her throat with pleasure. She had always liked his fingers there when they made love, so it felt like a double penetration.
The sound of him slipping out of her, and everything he had undone being done again. Nichy pressed the mirror to brace herself, and saw their orgasm faces post-orgasm.
Tyler ushered her back into the light, where they put on masks of civility, and their baser instincts were doused…
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This was what she wanted.Even with the extra garlic she had asked for in her ramen, and the fried garlic–but he had had it too…so when she kissed him, they cancelled each other out. She buried her face in his neck, to take in his warm scent. His scent stayed with her all the time, it was the fragrance of her memories of him and she thought about him all of the time.
Now she wanted the visual.
As she unbuttoned his shirt, the tiny sound of popping made her fingers tremble. A mole on his upper arm made soft between her legs, she had wanted to see him for so long.
Bare.
Before her.
She swirled her tongue around his nipple, and felt his body stiffen at the sensation. Without stopping, she looked up at him and his eyes were warm and wet as he returned her gaze. Would he look the same way when she went down on him?
But she was not ready for that yet. Now, she just wanted to see every part of his body. Her sexual wanderlust was strong, and she wanted to venture every part of him. The texture of his skin, any other moles that he had, where she could touch him and set him on fire…
…it was most intimate to her after they had had sex this first time. When their bodies were tangled unceremoniously. The sweat on her body was semi-dry, and she was lulled by the sound of his breath returned to normal. His eyes were closed, and she studied his eyelashes, the spectrum of color and the gentle flutter before he opened his eyes and looked at her.
The love in his eyes warmed her more than any touch, and she blinked from his intensity. He did not have to say anything, nor did she.
Love is love spoken or shown.
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Eliza felt like a one-woman slutfest. She tried to play it cool in her office, eyeballing the mermaid card that Terrence had given her. But in his office, it was another story altogether.
The door closed behind her, and Terrence stood at his desk looking at her walk toward him. The sound of her own heels was jarring to her, as she walked over to him and stood before him.
Terrence’s fingers dawdled over his calendar as if they were pens writing an entry about her.
But his finger was suspended in pace for a moment before he held her close to him. Her kiss was softer than a feather, as he pulled her to him.
Eliza closed her yes and felt the sting of a common slut, because she never told Rafe or Oscar about Terrence…but she could not keep her hands off of him after the first time. Looking up at his face, Terrence had a firm, but soft smile on his lips as he looked down at her.
“Can I help you?” he questioned her.
Eliza closed her eyes, intoxicated by the warmth of his breath. His soft manner.
“Yeah, I need help…” she said looking up into his eyes.
On his desk, the small bag from where he bought her card crumpled underneath her when he placed her on top of the desk. The crumple of paper curled beneath her like waves, and when he called her his mermaid…when he called her that she almost came from that alone.
Her emotions moved in waves, she was torn beneath him. Waves of pleasure and pain moved over her body. She might be called a slut for her lifestyle, but she did not care. Terrence made her not care…not care about a anything but the waves of pleasure he created throughout her body…
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Usually, Nichy tried not to think about another lover while she was in bed with someone else. But she thought about Graham, and the things she had done with him that she had never done with someone else before. She wondered why she kept it so polarized, as if there were things that she could not do with anyone else.
Paris had been seriously sexy for her and Tyler so far, and it remained so. His body was warm and hard against hers, and felt like summer. His finger played along her labia, and she closed her eyes. She liked his fingers in her, as much as she liked anything else. His finger probed her with the same familiarity as her own.
He had watched her make herself come, his face so close to her that the inside of her thigh pressed against his cheek when she did. And he picked up her technique with ease. As he played with her, one thick finger, she wanted more…
Remembered more…
Graham had looked surgical with her once. She had been as aroused as she has ever been with him, and he asked her if she trusted him. Then, and now she trusted him sexually. It had not looked that sexy at first, but Graham had made applying lube feel like the main act. He applied his fingers slowly, and with a mirror to reflect what was happening it all looked like a magic act. In slow motion, she watched herself accept his fist. The sensation was as intense as he had promised it would be. Slow and labored he got inside her, and she came like she never imagined she could.
Tyler currently slipped another finger in her, and her thighs trembled from the pleasure of it and the memory of what she had done with Graham. Tyler must have sensed instinctively that he was in competition, because not with his fist but with his fingers he made her cry out. Nichy covered her face with her arm, but he moved it and kissed her while he finger fucked her until she was limp and ultra sensitive.
He pulled her to him after, and she could smell herself on his fingers. Nichy saw stars, and the light show the Eiffel Tower displayed in the distance behind the thin curtain was not nearly as bright…
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When Eliza saw the greeting card on her desk with the gorgeous John William Waterhouse mermaid on it, she felt heat go through her body and her hands shook. The mermaid had been a painting in her hotel room in Paris. She closed her eyes, remembering Paris and Terrence.
Terrence had obviously sent her the card, because he knew it would send her reeling.
Immediately, she was transported to the hotel room in Paris with him. After they had had sex for real. She was still semi-draped with the sheets from the bed, like an indecent Venus de Milo–Terrence’s description of her–and she had sat next to the painting.
Of the Waterhouse mermaid.
Before she could properly reflect on what happened between them after he called her his mermaid, her assistant knocked on her door. Eliza realized her forearm had slipped between her thighs.
“Yes Casper?” she answered, removing her arm and crossing her legs.
Casper opened and closed her door delicately behind him.
“Liza, Terrence wants to see you. Do you want me to say you are busy?”
Eliza admired Casper in his retro formal attire, in conjunction with his retro mannerism.
“No, I cannot put him off forever. Let him in.”
Casper gave her a curt nod, and opened the door to let Terrence in.
Terrence had a stern expression on his face, as he closed the door behind him. He pressed his back to it and looked at her. They both avoided each other’s eyes.
“The card…” Eliza caressed the glossy image, and embossed writing with admiration and avoidance at once.
“It reminded me of you. I saw it in a novelty store and…did you read the inside?”
She looked up at him. It had not even occurred to her to open it, she was so fixated on the image of the mermaid. She picked up the card, thankful she had something to focus on and to avoid looking in his eyes a little longer.
The tiny sound of the thick paper was almost shrill, it was so silent between them. In tight script with a fountain pen, Terrence had written:
You’re my mermaid.
Eliza looked up at him, and he stared at her without reservation.
“You–” she started. “are drowning me…”
Terrence smiled a small smile as if he understood the true meaning of what she had said, when she did not even know what she meant…He studied her for a long moment, before he walked out and closed her door. The door closed like a splash, and she realized she was indeed drowning…
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“Sonia told me that you are in her apartment with your boyfriend….”
Nichy pressed her smartphone to her mouth, kissing the glass.
Graham’s voice resonated over the phone with an innocence that she knew he was far from capable of. But she did like hearing from him, liked that he was jealous—because that was why he was he was calling.
It was also jarring that he was jealous because it made him unpredictable, and she was not sure what he would do. Graham was bizarre enough to be in Paris calling her from Sonia’s place, and she did not want Tyler to have to go through all of that, after she had started confessing in small parts to him what it had been like with Graham. Although there were parts of it that she never could tell him. Or Dorian. There were things between her and Graham that only she and Graham could know, and that was why she was so connected to him for better or worse.
“Yes.”
“Does he know about me?”
“Yes.”
“What does he know about me?”
“What can I tell anybody about you Graham?”
“Don’t get smart Nusch. None of your suitors have ever been enough to make you forget about me. None of them.”
When she heard the phone click. It was like he wanted to poison her with thoughts of their lovemaking to make this trip to Paris about him.
But it could not be.
As Tyler got more acquainted with the city, and started leading her around instead of vice versa…as he sat close beside her at cafes so that the heat of their bodies meshed as one…as he pulled her into alleys for kisses and sometimes more.
But it was his eyes, and the way that he looked at her that made her pulse all over. His eyes made her body heat, and between her legs pulse with desire. His lovemaking was incomparable, it was an intimacy that was different from anything else she had experienced because he knew her. She did not hide anything from him, she was becoming a bit of Scheherazade with him. Telling him small bits of her life, so he could really know her.
“I want you to know me, really know me…” she had said clinging to Tyler in bed, the night before.
“Your body tells me everything I need to know…all of your secrets…”
He traced her body with his finger, all her hot spots that he knew and touched around them like tiny auras. Her body arched under him as if he touched them directly, it was a kind of sex magic she had never imagined…
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