Dark Choices - I. T. Lucas Page 0,32
As virile as he had been, he couldn’t compare to an immortal male. But she’d loved him, and that should have trumped Rufsur’s sexual prowess.
Except, the memory of making love to Robbie had faded over the years, and even though she’d compared every man she’d been with to him, after three hundred years, her imagination was probably supplying most of the details.
She shouldn’t feel guilty, though, and she should definitely not spoil the moment by bringing up the past.
“Okay.” Rufsur nodded. “You can tell me all about it when you are ready. The question is whether we continue here on this leather couch or sneak out of here and go to your place.”
“What time is it?”
He glanced at his watch. “It’s seven-twenty.”
Edna sighed. “They are probably still down at the café, and there is no way to sneak out without passing through there.”
“Let me check.” He lifted with her in his arms and then put her on the couch. “Don’t move.”
As her naked butt touched the leather, Edna grimaced. If she could help it, she would rather go home and continue making love to Rufsur in her bed.
As he walked over to the window, she hoped to catch a glimpse of his fine ass, but regrettably, his shirt covered most of his magnificent backside.
“They are no longer there, and there aren’t many people left in the café either. I think it’s safe to make our exit.” He lifted their discarded garments from behind her desk and brought them over to the couch. “I vote for redecorating your office.” He handed Edna her pants and panties. “First of all, you need a bathroom in here. And secondly, this damn leather couch needs to go. It’s not pleasant on my bare ass.”
“I agree. My ass doesn’t like it either.”
Wiggling, he made a squeaky noise. “Did you hear that? Not very sexy.”
Edna pulled her panties and pants on. “Even if I could, I have no intention of turning my office into a shag pad. I have a perfectly fine bed at home.”
Rufsur padded over to the desk and got their shoes. “Beds are overrated, but right now, I’m with you on that.” He put on his and handed her hers.
“I hope the chairs survived.” He lifted one and examined it. “Good to go.” Then he did the same with the other. “No damage done.”
As they left her office and headed down the stairs, Edna wished that she had the willpower to tell Rufsur to go home. But she was just a flesh and blood woman, and she craved more of what he’d given her on that desk.
Outside, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, staking his claim for all to see, and once more, she lacked the will to stop him. It just felt too good, and she was tired of fighting.
What would happen if she just went with the flow?
It wasn’t her job to hold the floodgates of change closed. It was Kian and Annani’s. She deserved a few moments of happiness too.
You deserve more than that, the small voice in the back of her head whispered. You’ve grieved enough, and you deserve a lifetime of happiness.
Tightening his hand on her shoulder, Rufsur pulled her closer against his side. “I bet that you’ve never had sex bent over a desk before,” he whispered in her ear.
Edna didn’t want Rufsur to think that she was a prude. She’d been quite daring back in the day. “I haven’t, but I’ve had my share of sex adventures.”
“Oh, yeah?” He looked at her with amusement in his eyes. “Do tell.”
Would telling him about the things she’d done with Robbie betray the memory?
She’d never talked with anyone about it, and maybe she should before she forgot even more. Honoring Robbie’s memory didn’t mean keeping him a secret.
On the contrary.
“I once made love under a waterfall.”
“That doesn’t sound too daring. Fun, but wet.”
Edna chuckled. “Wet and cold, but it was exhilarating. Robbie’s men knew what we were up to, and they could probably hear us too, but we were young and stupidly in love, and we didn’t care what the world thought of us.”
“You were in love? With a human?”
She nodded. “He was the love of my life, and I was young and naive, and I thought that I could make it work.”
“What happened?”
“He died.”
22
Rufsur
Was that the source of Edna’s sadness?
If she’d been a young woman at the time, it must have been hundreds of years ago. Was she still mourning her lover’s death?
It was possible.
Rufsur’s loss wasn’t