Come Back to Me

By Rebecca Milton

Talia was good at her job. She was smart, she was strong, confident and not one to mess up a good living with silly emotions. She knew what men wanted and she made a very, very good living keeping it all under control. All was just fine. Trouble is, just fine can fall apart so quickly when one suddenly discovers they have fallen in love with a client.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AmorBooks.com
• Release date: Jan 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005295141

Rebecca Milton

Rebecca Milton writes sizzling erotica and romance for the thinking person. On her free time she enjoys taking her Alaskan Malamute for long, long walks. He enjoys it too.

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Come Back… to Me

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Rebecca Milton

Copyright 2022 Rebecca Milton

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Sometimes when he leaves, it is almost better than when he is here, in the flesh. That sounds strange, but it is true.

When he leaves, I have room to pretend and fantasize. When he leaves, I smell him in the pillow and the sheets. I feel his hands on my skin still. I feel him, inside me, pulsing in the depth of me.

He is careless, sometimes, if I am honest, thoughtless. He leaves the seat up on the toilet, but, even that, sometimes, is better. When he is gone, I pretend that he is mine. I can have an argument with him about putting the seat down, not thinking of anyone but himself. Then, in my mind, he apologizes to me, tells me that he thinks of me all the time, promises to put the seat down. I laugh, because I know he won’t but, for that moment, I believe him.

When he’s gone, I tell myself he has gone to work and he will be home after six, tired, with stories of the office and his coworkers, idiots and funny people alike. I will make him a drink, I tell myself, as I wash the glass he drank whiskey from that day, put it back on the bar, in his spot.

When he’s gone, I take the sheets off the bed, pull