The Original Sinners: The Red Years. Tiffany Reisz

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      “Wes, forgive the reference to your family’s favorite animal, but you’re hung like a horse.”

      “Really?” He sounded pleasantly surprised.

      “Definitely.” Still stunned by this incredible intimacy Wesley was allowing, Nora tried to keep her voice calm. “Probably a good thing if you never try sex with a virgin. You’d kill the poor girl.”

      “I think you’re about to kill me,” he breathed. She loved hearing his voice so hoarse and desperate.

      Nora turned her hand again and ran just her fingertips up and down him, grinning as Wesley’s breath caught in his throat and his shoulders heaved. She wanted to pretend it was only a massage, but she couldn’t stop herself from imagining him inside her, filling her body with his, coming inside her, being his first lover. She forced the image away and focused on Wesley again.

      “Wesley, I can do this all night. That doesn’t mean you have to. You can come whenever you want.”

      “I don’t know if I can.”

      “It’s just me. We’re best friends. You don’t have to be ashamed or embarrassed, I promise. Just relax. Come for me,” she said, unable to stop giving orders even with Wesley.

      Nora tightened her grip slightly and moved her hand faster. Wesley started breathing even harder. His back arched and she heard him inhale sharply. His whole body shuddered for a long time. Nora nearly gasped aloud at the intensity of his orgasm as her own inner muscles contracted with frustrated desire. While he breathed through the climax she held him before reluctantly letting him go. Grabbing a pair of his abandoned boxer shorts off the floor, she handed them to him. He said nothing as he cleaned himself off and tossed the wet boxers aside.

      “Better?” she asked.

      “Yeah, better,” he said, still panting a little. “Humiliated but better.”

      Nora laughed and draped her arm over his chest.

      “Wes, turn over.” Nora could sense Wesley’s unwillingness to obey. But he finally gave in and flipped back over. He lay on his side again face-to-face with her. She was relieved to see his eyes were as wide and innocent and unsullied as ever.

      She placed her hand on his bare chest right over his heart.

      “I’m going to tell you something that is completely true,” she said. “And you’re going to believe it’s true. And then we’re both going to go to sleep.”

      “I’m listening.”

      “It meant as much to me as it did to you,” she said and she did mean it.

      Wesley nodded. “Okay, I believe you.”

      Nora smiled at him, and he smiled back.

      “Now go to sleep. On your stomach now if you’d like.”

      “Good night, Nora,” he said and pushed her still damp hair off her face.

      “Good night, John-Boy.”

      Nora kissed him quick on the cheek and rolled over onto her side away from him. She tensed as Wesley reached out and pulled her back against his chest. It took her a moment to even believe he lay so close, that their bodies were shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. She settled in against him and let him hold her.

      After a few minutes his breathing settled, slowing down until his breaths matched hers. He lay quiet for so long she thought he’d fallen asleep.

      “I thought you’d be with Zach tonight,” Wesley said.

      Nora found his hand and wrapped her fingers around his.

      “No. I’m with you tonight.”

      24

      Zach spent the entire morning on the phone discussing the details of contracts and upcoming projects at Royal’s West Coast office. The meetings would normally have been rather enjoyable and interesting, but with Nora and last night’s events on his mind, he couldn’t concentrate. He rattled off information by rote, all the while thinking about how a few hours ago, he’d been wandering around New York’s most infamous underground S&M club with a Catholic priest and the son of John Fiske, the city’s most powerful financier. And then afterward in the car with Nora… He could still remember what she felt like on his fingers and how close he’d been to sliding inside her. Now in the Tuesday afternoon daylight, Zach had trouble believing it was real. He only had Nora as proof—Nora who seemed to pass from his world and into her world and back with frightening ease.

      Meetings finally over, Zach got to sit down at his own desk in front of his computer. He discovered that he had twenty-five new pages from Nora and the promise of more to come.

      I got up early this morning, Nora wrote. I was sleeping with Wes and he had an eight o’clock class. Microbiology at 8 fucking a.m.? Now that’s sadism.

      You slept with your virgin intern last night? Zach replied after he read Nora’s email two more times to make sure he wasn’t missing anything. About fifteen minutes later Nora wrote back.

      Don’t be jealous, darling. It was completely innocent. Well, mostly innocent. But you’ll have to excuse me while I get back to my homework. I’m not going to give you any excuse to pussy out on our deal.

      I think I may live to regret those words, Zach wrote back.

      You won’t regret a thing once I’m done with you. Now leave me alone. I’m Papa Hemingway today.

      Nora was the opposite of Hemingway in every possible way. For one thing, she couldn’t write terse prose if she had a gun to her head. For another, Zach actually enjoyed reading Nora’s books.

      Hemingway was the king of understatement, economy of words and brevity. Are you sure you of all people want to use him as a model? Zach replied.

      Nora’s next email was answer enough.

      Yes.

      Zach was still laughing when J.P. came into his office.

      “Smiling and laughter? This hall hasn’t seen nearly as much fog lately,” J.P. said. “Do we have a certain writer to thank for this astonishing change of weather?”

      “We were discussing Hemingway.”

      “Yes, a comic genius that Hemingway. How’s Sutherlin’s book coming?”

      “Very well. We’ve got two and a half weeks left and two hundred pages to rewrite, but if she keeps up the pace, we’ll get it done right before I leave.”

      “Tight schedule there, Easton. That’s a lot of quantity to expect a great deal of quality.”

      “She can do both. She has drive and a strong incentive to get the book finished.”

      “Yes, her unsigned contract’s still hanging over her head, isn’t it?”

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