Shit. Shit. Shit.

I thought back to when I had seen Jeff sitting in my seat. Candy must have come on to him, and that was why he’d moved. That was when I’d realized how close I was to Pete, and I’d backed away. Jeff had looked at me, and I could see the hurt all over his face. Pete had made a joke, and I’d looked back at him and laughed. I had asked one question about Sweet Dreamer before turning to see that Jeff had left. I had immediately walked off the dance floor and asked Candy where Jeff went. I had never run so fast in my life while wearing heels, but I’d had to get to him before he left. I hadn’t even said good-bye to Pete or Candy.

I needed to do something to make up for what I had done to Jeff. I decided I would think of something in the morning, and I drifted off to sleep.

I rolled over, opened my eyes, and yawned. I reached for Jeff, but all I felt was empty space.

“I’m about to call and change our tickets to go home today.”

I sat up quickly and looked at Jeff. He was standing at the window, looking out over the Ohio River.

“What?” I yelled out.

Jeff turned and looked at me.

I jumped out of bed and grabbed my robe. “I don’t want to go home. We have five days. You said we had five days!” I shouted.

“Hey, Scott, can I call you back? Yeah, I’m meeting him in the lobby in about an hour to pay him. Yeah, by tomorrow, I hope. Let me call you back.”

I placed my hands on my hips. There was no way in hell I was going home early. We hardly ever got alone time. I still had four days left.

“Ari, I think it’s best if we just head home.”

My mouth dropped open. My heart broke in two because he wanted to go home, and then I quickly moved on to being pissed.

“Grow up, Johnson. I made a fucking bad call when I danced with that douche last night. I tried to tell you I was sorry last night, but you wouldn’t even let me talk. You didn’t even give me a chance to say that I’d acted like a child and I was sorry. You just up and decided that we don’t deserve to be alone together. Is that it? So, because I danced with a guy last night, you have decided that you’re going to sulk. Well, I’m sorry, but that is not happening. What happened between us yesterday afternoon was amazing. I haven’t felt like that in a very long time. I forgot what it was like to have passionate hot sex and to do wild and crazy things. I don’t want that to be it. I don’t want to go back to Texas with us not talking to each other because we’re mad. We’ll get home and just bury it all, and then we’ll go back to our everyday life. I don’t want that.”

When I began crying, Jeff took a step toward me, but I stepped back, and he stopped.

“I want us, Jeff. I want to just be with you. I want to spend the next four days laughing, making love, shopping, making love…and maybe more shopping.”

Jeff just stared at me, and a sob escaped my mouth.

“Damn it. You’re not pushing me away because of one stupid, meaningless fucking dance! The only pushing you’re allowed to do is with me up against a wall while you’re fucking me.”

Jeff dropped his cell phone to the floor and quickly walked up to me. He grabbed me and picked me up as I wrapped my legs around him. He slammed his lips to mine, and we began kissing each other like it was our last kiss. He slammed me against the wall and held me up as he tried to unbutton his pants. I moved my hands and helped him push his pants and underwear down. When his erection sprang free, I let out a moan.

I looked into his eyes and whispered, “I need my husband to fuck me—now.”

Jeff gave me his smile that made my heart melt.

He whispered, “I love you, Ari.”

“I love you, too.”

“Now is not the time to be gentle though, baby.”

He pushed open my robe and began sucking on a nipple as I grabbed on to his shoulders. He quickly pushed himself into me and began fucking me hard and fast. It was exactly what we’d both needed. We couldn’t do this kind of thing at home anymore, and to just let go and not try to be quiet was an unbelievable feeling.

“Harder, Jeff! Harder!”

He held on to me tighter and walked us over to the bed, never once pulling out of me. He dropped me onto the bed, and I let out a squeal. I could feel my stomach clenching from the way he was looking at me.

“Please, Jeff…please.”

“Move up, Ari, and grab the headboard.”

I scurried as fast as I could and grabbed the headboard.

“I’m going to fuck you, baby. Don’t let go of the headboard.”

I nodded my head. He slowly pushed into me and then pulled almost all the way out. I wanted to scream for him to go faster. He did it two more times, and I began thrashing my head back and forth.

“Jeff!”

He gave me a smirk and said, “You just feel so good, so damn warm.”

“Fuck me already!”

He pushed into me so hard and deep that I was shocked I hadn’t come on the spot. He dug into my hips and gave me exactly what I had asked for.

I felt the buildup beginning, and I screamed out, “Harder. Damn it! Harder!”

Our bodies slapped together, making the sexiest noises I’d ever heard.

“Ari…baby, I’m getting close.”

Then, it hit me. I started calling out his name over and over. “Jeff, I’m coming! Yes! Oh, yes! Jeff, harder!”

It didn’t take long before Jeff called out my name. He collapsed on top of me while panting for air. He rolled over, and we both lay there, desperately gasping for air.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. I. Can’t. Breathe, Jeff.”

“My. God. You’re. Amazing. Do you know that?”

I let out a giggle as Jeff sucked in air. I rolled over and lightly moved my finger around in circles on his chest.

“I like being fucked by you,” I said.

His head snapped over to me. “And I like fucking you—a lot.”

I smiled as I crawled on top of him. I leaned down and placed my hands on his chest. “Then, do it more often.”

His eyes filled with lust, and he nodded his head.

It wasn’t often I could cause him to be silent, so I took in the moment and enjoyed it thoroughly.

Ari and I walked together, holding hands, as we window-shopped at all the little stores downtown. I was still flying high from our little round of lovemaking this morning, and by the glow on Ari’s face, I thought it was safe to think she was, too.

“I’m kind of getting hungry. Are you ready for lunch?” I asked.