Office of Kink and Karma: Touch Me
Celia Kyle
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Copyright ©2007 Celia Kyle

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Melani sucked as she moaned around his shaft. He could feel her voice's vibrations through his body. The sound skittered across nerve endings as his orgasm slid down his spine and settled in his lower back. Any second now, he'd burst. His balls were drawing up tight against his body. His breathing came in heavy pants.

Her finger sizzled along the skin behind his balls and circled the opening of his ass. Fuck! This wasn't something she normally did, but it pushed him over the edge. His seed erupted from the head of his cock and he stared in awe as Melani didn't release him. She swallowed every drop of his come as his orgasm ripped through his body. His muscles tightened and tensed, hips jerking forward as she sucked and milked every drop of come from his body with her talented mouth.

Melani licked his shaft clean before releasing him with a soft pop. Standing, she drew her bra straps into place.

What was she doing? Being an equal opportunity using bastard meant he could still return the favor, even if he had just come like a freight train. "Melani?" he queried, giving her a confused look.

Stepping on tiptoes, she brushed a kiss across his mouth before stepping back. "I'm not your Melissa, Eric. It's time we both accept you don't hold any real feelings for me and move on. You don't love me and I love your money." She smiled, unapologetic.

He shouldn't have been surprised, but he was. Somehow, the scene always played out differently in his mind. He'd break up with the wounded, heart-broken Melani after a farewell fuck. Not the other way around.

Because Melani was right. She wasn't Melissa and Eric didn't believe anyone could replace her. Melissa had been his soul mate and now… He didn't have a heart or love to share with anyone any longer. Melissa had taken it with her the day she died. "So, I can't tempt you…"

"No, Eric. I'm off to find someone who will love me, just as you should."

"We've talked about this, Lani…"

"I know, I know. But you deserve to be happy, Eric."

"I make others happy, Melani. It's enough."

Melani turned on her heel and stomped away, snagging her dress off the couch as she walked. This was a conversation they'd had repeatedly and it looked like they'd be having it again. Waving her hand at him, she began her tirade. "You use your powers to pair people up. What makes you think you of all people can --"

"Lani, if I can fuck you with my mind, what makes you think I can't read people's auras and sense their soul mate is nearby? If I wandered around with you day and night, I'm sure I'd find the one person meant for you. It's just a matter of time."

"Really?" Her eyebrows raised and he could practically hear the gears turning in her mind.

"Yes, really."

"I still don't understand why you do it all for free."

Now, he truly saw the intelligence behind ending their relationship. Money had always been and always would be at the forefront of Melani's mind. "Because it is a gift, remember? I've had it since the moment of my birth and I won't charge people to make them happy. It's not happening."

"Fine."

Since nothing else was going to happen between the two of them, Eric pulled his pants up. When she slid her dress on and presented her back, they fell into their usual roles; he, the millionaire bachelor fighting to give the world love, and she, the greedy, yet sometimes lovely, gold digger.

Her hand reached up and squeezed his as it rested on her shoulder. "It was good while it lasted, huh, Eric?"

"Yeah, Lani." Pressing a kiss to the top of her hand, he released her and watched Melani walk out of his life.

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