“I know you do. But you were fronting on me, weren’t you?”

“I didn’t mean to,” she told him. “I had to make sure first. Ooooooh,” she moaned to him, and shook in her stance.

Ivan held on to her and closed his eyes, still thinking of Lucina.

God, this feels good! he told himself. He could feel the pressure of his climax beginning to mount. With his eyes closed, the image of Lucina’s stern, seductive glare was crystal clear to him.

I want you so bad, girl, he imagined telling Lucina, while he continued to push himself inside of Ida from behind. I want you as bad as you want me.

When the climax hit him, Ivan lost control of his stroke and began to bounce on his toes in a hot, naked, and sweaty convulsion.

“Oooohh, shit, baby,” he moaned back, gritting his teeth and squeezing Ida’s body into his. The climax was so strong it felt as if he would fill up her entire body from the tips of her fingers down to the curls of her toenails.

Ida squeezed her own eyes so tightly that tears of joy leaked down her face.

When it was over, Ivan slumped limply over her body, exhaling loudly from the back of the sofa.

“Okay, Ivan, let me get up,” she told him.

She pushed him away and straightened up. She headed toward his hallway bathroom. “Do you have a washcloth and a towel I can clean up with?”

Ivan stretched back up himself to answer, “Yeah.”

He headed toward his closet to get her what she needed.

When Ida closed the bathroom door to take a shower, Ivan stood naked inside his living room. He began to shake his head at how insane his thoughts had been.

“This is crazy,” he mumbled to himself. That damn girl got me wide open. And I don’t even know her like that.

He was referring to Lucina. He then thought about the obvious disrespect to Ida, who had waited patiently for him in vain.

Ivan shook his head, knowing himself. If I’m already thinking about someone else on my first time with her, then Ida don’t have a chance in hell at keeping my attention.

“Damn,” he grumbled. “That’s just fucked-up timing.”

After Ida took her shower and joined him naked in bed, Ivan remained conflicted with guilt. Nevertheless, with a naked woman in his bed all night, he took full liberties with her body whenever he found himself aroused again.

IN HIS CUBICLE at the offices of Hutch & Mitchell the next morning, Ivan continued to feel guilty and confused about Ida. His thoughts had even distracted him from his work. He had been going over the same pile of paperwork at his desk for an hour.

There’s nothing I can do about how I feel, he argued to himself. If you slow, you blow.