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A loud moan as he tried to readjust his leg.

“I think you’ve broken my hip.” He laughed. “Won’t be able to walk in for that meeting with Gun Larsen tomorrow. Do you think they have a wheelchair I can borrow?”

“I’ll carry you.” I smiled, shifting my weight from him. My dick slipped out of him.

I hated that feeling. I wanted to stay inside of him, hold on to this closeness forever.

I’d never had it, and now that I did, it was addictive. Like a drug. I’d smothered all of this with alcohol for years, a yearning that I couldn’t figure out how to release.

This.

“I… I can’t even describe what we just did.”

“We had sex, Stewart.”

“Stewart,” I muttered. “Never liked it. Old-fashioned and weird.”

“Don’t say that. I named my children awful names. Veronica loved them. I wanted Constance to be called Chloe. Never got my choice, not even as a second name.”

“Whatisher second name?”

Here we were, flipping between subjects as far apart as the sun and the moon.

“Gertrude. After Veronica’s grandmother.”

Ouch. I just smiled.

“Sorry. We just had sex, and here I am talking about my ex-wife again.”

“It’s all right.”

“It’s not. It’s rude and uncalled for.”

“Dylan, did you… Was that satisfactory?” I asked, like I was after a rating. A short review of my performance.

What was I like?

“It was lovely. More than so. It was something I wanted us to be able to do, and I have been thinking about it, and worrying about it, and then in the end? I quite enjoyed that.”

“But you didn’t…”

“Cover you inspunk?” He laughed.

God, I was old. And he was wonderful.

“Look. It doesn’t matter, does it? It was lovely, and my head is in a mess, but to be very, very honest, if you had lasted a little bit longer, I think I might have. I was hard, and you were doing a mighty fine job of nudging that prostate just right. I read up on it. It was good. Really good.”

“I’m old,” I said in my defence. “And you’re gorgeous, and I just couldn’t—”

“You came. Do you know what a confidence boost that is? That we had sex and just me being here with you made you come? That is…mind-blowing.”

“So we had mind-blowing sex?”

“You’ve read too many romance novels.”

“Not read a single one actually. I’m reading a book on modern finance.”

“Stewart.”