He sat at the computer in his home office, deciding he could get through a couple more emails before bed. More would come in overnight, so the fewer he had left this evening, the better. He was tired though, and he couldn’t stop thinking about Kelly. Fucking her in the kitchen earlier had been hot. So hot he got a little tense just from the memory. But something had felt off about it, and he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was. Maybe he was just too old for too much of that kind of sex. It had been good—no question—but having sex with her last night under the covers had been more satisfying. It had felt different then, for some reason. More real. Like he’d really been able to take hold of her for a moment, when it so often felt like she was slipping through his fingers. It was probably why she still held his interest after two weeks—which was longer than any relationship he’d had in a decade.
