Only Forever

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“Yes, and?” he prods.
“It can lead to misunderstandings and conflict causing hurt. In the worst case scenario, lies lead to war.”
“Okay. Now, tell me. Who will be hurt by us not telling the office about our relationship?”
I open my mouth to quote the office policy regarding inter-office relationships but close it just as quickly when I realize it’s not applicable here. The person who can be hurt in this situation isn’t just anyone at the office. It’s me.
I gaze into Beckett’s blue eyes with those flecks of gray as I debate with myself. Do I let the man I love go because I’m afraid? Or, do I take a chance? And hope he doesn’t hurt me? What about if he tires of me or my awkwardness? I’ll be heartbroken if he leaves me.
And the alternative? Letting him go and being forced to witness him move on to someone else? Brandi perhaps? No. I can’t let that happen. I need to at least give the man a chance. Besides, I love him. A fact I don’t plan on informing him of. At least not yet.
He cradles my face with my hands. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“It depends. What do you think I’m saying?”
He grins. “You want to be with me.”
I nod. “You are correct in your assessment.”
He leans his forehead against mine. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For taking a chance on me. I know this isn’t easy for you. I know you worry about the effect being with me will have on your career.”
He pushes to his feet before reaching down to lift me in his arms. “Which way is the bedroom?”
“I thought you didn’t want to have sex.”
He chuckles. “Honey, I want to have sex with you all the time.”
“No sex at work,” I declare. “We need to have boundaries.”
“What about kissing?”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer before his mouth crashes down upon mine. I moan at the feel of his lips and his tongue immediately seeks entrance. I thread my hands through his hair to bring him closer to me as our tongues duel for supremacy. Our teeth clash and I wrap my legs around his hips.
He yanks his mouth away. “Unless you want me to have sex with you against the wall, you need to stop grinding against me.”
At his proclamation, I still my movements. “What’s wrong with sex against the wall?”
He smirks. “I love your wild side, but I need a bed if I’m going to kiss every inch of your body.”
Kiss every inch of my body? This is not a question I need to analyze.
I gesture toward the second door off the hallway. “The bedroom’s through there.”