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I slowly entered her and then came back out. I wanted to draw out our pleasure, I wanted to show Layla all that I could give her. We were lovers and would continue to be. She needed to know that it would never be boring between us. I would keep things fresh and excited between us. Both in and out of bed.

Layla broke the kiss and I looked down at her. Our eyes held as I moved deeper and deeper into her. This was my friend, my oldest friend, my best friend. Watching her, looking at her as we moved as one, each thrust was better than the last, each one brought me closer to where I wanted to be, with who I wanted to be with.

When I was all the way inside her, I dropped my head down and moved over her faster and faster. She felt amazing, and my needs and desires took over anything and everything else. I had to have her, all of her. Layla was right there with me, moving with me, holding me. Soon, we were frantic as I drove into her and she gyrated underneath me. Her legs tightened around me as she clawed her fingernails down my back. Her need, her body, what she was giving to me was beyond anything I had ever experienced.

“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop,” I moaned.

I felt her tighten around me a half a second before she went over. At the feeling of her going over, I couldn’t hold back. My arms tightened around her and cried out into the pillow as I went over. Layla’s body collapsed on the bed and I followed right behind her. When I moved to get off her, Layla tightened her hold on me.

“Not yet. I don’t want to let you go,” she whispered.

“Then don’t,” I replied and stayed where I was, more content and happier than I had ever been in my entire life.

Chapter 28

Layla

There was something very satisfying about sitting on a barstool in my lover's kitchen watching him make me breakfast. Nic had slowly made love to me for hours and it was only when our stomachs had started to growl that we had begrudgingly gotten out of bed. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I remembered how the evening and then morning had gone.

What was even more satisfying was how easy it was to be with Nic. I normally had awkward conversations with men that I slept with the morning after. That hadn’t happened with Nic. It was like a switch went off when we left the bedroom and we went from being lovers to friends. But as I looked at him and smiled at the memory of the night, I realized he was both my lover and my friend. It made the morning even better.

“What is that smile for?” Nic asked as he fried up some bacon.

“As if you didn’t know,” I replied.

“Are you smiling because you’re enjoying watching a man cook for you?”

“That is part of it.”

“Are you smiling because you’re enjoying your tea?”

“It is good tea, but that isn’t it.”

“Could it be because you’re happy it’s Saturday and you don’t have to go to work?” Nic flipped the bacon and tilted his head at me.

“I love my job and while I do love a nice Saturday morning, it isn’t that.”

“Then what is it?”

“Are you fishing for a compliment, Nicodemus?”

“You know you’re the only person who calls me by my full name, and only when you are frustrated with me.”

I hadn’t known that little fact and it just added to our connection. “I’m not frustrated with you,” I said.

“You aren’t?” he teased.

“No. I’m very happy to be sitting here with you, in your kitchen, after a wonderful evening. That’s why I’m smiling.”

“I’m happy you’re here with me too. How do you like your eggs?” he asked.

The childish part of me wanted to say ‘fertilized’ but I didn’t. I bit my lip and Nic gave me a look that made me think he knew what I was going to say. “Over medium, please.”

“As you wish,” he said.

Nic put the bacon on another burner to finish cooking as he fried up our eggs. He was efficient in the kitchen; it didn’t surprise me. He was smooth and controlled with everything he did. Cooking wouldn’t be any different. I leaned back, taking my cup of tea with me and just watched him.

He was an impressive specimen of a man with his broad shoulders, firm chest, and strong arms. His hair was slightly disheveled and I smiled because I was one of the reasons it was. He wore a pair of gym shorts that hung loosely around his waist. It showed off his six-pack abs and I could tell he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.