FOURTEEN
Lara floated in a cloud of post-coital bliss as she walked back to her desk, holding her shoulders back and her posture straight. For the first time in weeks, satisfaction coursed through her veins, and she practically bounced as she walked.
Ike had finally fulfilled her wish of making love to her, although it had taken him five years to make it a reality. The affectionate man she’d known had made an appearance as they’d eaten lunch sitting side by side on the sofa.
Perhaps finally sharing physical intimacy with him had thawed the resentment she’d held against him these past five years. She’d relaxed into his arms as he’d fed her pieces of steamed plantain and moi-moi.
Afterwards, he’d settled her astride his lap facing him and had driven into her repeatedly while whispering
