Don't Forget About Me: A Second Chance Amnesia Romance

by Eva Luxe

  “Are you okay with this?” he asked.

  We hadn’t slept together since Liam had been born. I’d needed to recover. Not just physically, but emotionally and mentally, too.

  “I am,” I said. “In fact, I’ll be right back.”

  I slipped out of bed and walked to the closet where I retrieved a box I’d hidden in there a week before. I smiled at Hanson before I walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

  I opened the box and retrieved a red G-string and a red teddy to match. I put them on and looked in the mirror. I hadn’t picked up a lot of weight during my pregnancy, but I wasn’t back where I wanted to be. Still, the lingerie looked good, and Hanson didn’t mind my body at all. I would start jogging again, soon, though.

  When I opened the door, Hanson looked at me. His eyes slid down my body and back up again.

  “God, you’re sexy,” he said.

  I blushed and walked toward him, displaying my body for him. He got up and moved across the bed, kneeling on the mattress. He put his arms around me and pulled me against him. His erection strained against his boxers and pressed against my lower abdomen.

  I shuddered in anticipation.

  Hanson kissed me on the mouth before kissing a trail of fire down my neck. He thumbed my collarbone, kissing the skin he’d touched before he slid his hand to my breast. I gasped. I hadn’t been touched in so long. I was extra sensitive.

  As if Hanson understood, he was gentle with me. He tweaked my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it beneath the material. His other hand was on my lower back, holding me against him as he gyrated his hips against mine.

  I gasped. Heat flooded my body and pooled between my legs. My core tightened, and I wanted him. Hanson pulled me onto the bed and laid me on my back.

  “You look fantastic in this, my fiancée,” he said, tugging at the elastic of my G-string. “But I’m afraid it will have to come off.”

  I smiled. He curled his fingers around it on both sides and pulled it slowly down my legs. He dropped it on the floor. He slid his hands up my legs, moving until he was at the apex of my thighs. He massaged my inner thighs before he moved one hand higher and found my clitoris.

  He rubbed it in small circles, and I gasped as he worked me up, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. With his other hand, he inserted two fingers, and I writhed against him. It was pure ecstasy. Balanced between his hands, he brought me to orgasm. I cried out, bucking against his hands.

  When I looked at him, he smiled.

  He pushed himself up, leaving me to recover, and pulled down his boxers. His cock sprung free, hard and eager. The tip glistened with anticipation, and I could almost feel him inside me already. He took off his shirt as well, and he was naked in front of me.

  His muscles bulged everywhere, rippling under his skin as he moved. He crawled over me and positioned himself at my entrance. He kissed me again, pressing only the tip into me.

  I squirmed beneath him, wanting more.

  He smiled against my lips. He enjoyed teasing me. I put my legs around his hips and pulled him closer to me, into me. He chuckled and gave me what I wanted, sliding into me.

  I moaned as he did. I had forgotten how big he was, how great he felt when he was inside me.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  I nodded. “More than okay.”

  I loved that we no longer had to use condoms. There was nothing in between us; just our bare bodies meeting and being completely together.

  He smiled and moved inside me, pulling out and pushing back in, creating friction, a rhythm. His sex forced my breath out of my body. His hips bucked against mine as he pushed harder and faster.

  My second orgasm wasn’t far away, and with his pounding, it came closer quickly. My legs went numb at the knees, and he coaxed a fire into being at my core. When I couldn’t hold it anymore, I toppled into the abyss of a second orgasm. My body curled around Hanson’s, my nails biting into his chest, and for a moment, I stopped breathing as pure pleasure racked my body.

  When it finally passed, I gasped, breathing hard. Hanson grinned at me. I smiled at him.

  “Turn around,” I said.

  Hanson blinked.

  “Come on,” I said. “On your back.”

  Hanson nodded and slid out of me. He moved to lay down next to me. I pulled off the teddy and straddled his hips. I leaned over his chest and kissed him, before I balanced myself over his cock and guided it to my entrance with one hand. I lowered myself onto it. Hanson and I sighed at the same time as he slid into me. From this angle, he went in deeper.

  I moved a bit, getting comfortable on top of him before I moved my hips back and forth. Hanson’s face went slack, and his eyes were hooded as he alternated looking at my eyes and my breasts. I rocked harder and harder, feeling him slide in and out of me. He groaned.

  My breasts jiggled, swinging back and forth. I put my hands on his chest and picked up my pace, riding him harder and harder. My knees rubbed against the sheets on either side of his body, and I felt the muscles in my hips strain. I was going to feel them in the morning. But I kept up my rhythm.

  I felt him harden inside me, growing bigger still, and I knew he was close. I was getting tired, but I knew we needed just a little more.

  Hanson released inside of me, his face riddled with concentration, his body taut and his cock jerking inside me. I loved that ever since I got pregnant and now that we’re engaged, he could come in me. It felt good to feel his raw cock, his seed spilling into me. His orgasm triggered echoes of my own, and I collapsed on his chest as we rode out the waves of pleasure together.

  When the heat subsided and Hanson softened, I climbed off him and rolled onto the bed next to him.

  “I’ll be right back,” I said and got out of bed.

  I walked to the bathroom and cleaned up. When I returned to the bed, Hanson was already dozing off. I climbed in under the sheets with him. He rolled onto his side, and I did the same, my back against his chest. He curled his body around mine like a question mark and held onto me as we both drifted off to sleep.

  “I love you,” I whispered, into his chest. “My fiance.”

  I guessed he wasn’t completely asleep, because he half opened an eye and smiled.

  “I love you too.”

  I wasn’t a hundred percent confident about having a child and a relationship yet. There would still be rough days ahead, and I didn’t know what to expect. What I did know was that Hanson would always stick by my side, and together, we would make it through anything that came our way.

  And life would be better because we had each other, and our baby boy too.

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  ADRIEL

  Today is my first day. Of my first job. Ever. Oh, boy… Due to an overabundance of nerves, I wake up an hour ahead of schedule. I can’t get back to sleep, so I take my morning run earlier than usual. While running, I begin to think about how I’ll do on my first day. I know I’m more than capable. I’m not an idiot – I mean I haven’t done anything too idiotic so far, but the more I think about it the more I worry. My parents never wanted me to have a job. At least one outside the church (and that was more volunteer work). But now that I’ve graduated high school, they’ve realized I need to start doing some things on my own if they want me to succeed. And I told them I can’t keep working for free.

  I st
op and take a minute to rest. When I check my watch, I realize I ran for too long. Oh no! I was so distracted and now I might be late! I rush home and start a mad dash to leave on time. I take a quick shower, grab some food, and run out the door. Thank goodness I drove the route to work the other day, so I don’t get lost. I arrive just in time.

  I go inside and find my desk. As I walk over to it, I notice all the other assistants seem to have already arrived and begun working. How do they even know what we’re supposed to be doing? It’s the first day. Was there a memo? Did I miss the very first one? I sit down and boot up my computer. I’m about to get to work pretending I know what I’m doing, when one of our supervisors walks in and lets us all know it’s time for a meeting with the new employees. Relief! Hopefully, they’ll let us know what we need to be doing. We’re ushered into a conference room and I catch that all the new employees are men, minus myself. That’s a little weird. Would that make me the token woman? I push it out of my mind because what can I do about it? The supervisor, Harriet Gregson, tells us all what our duties will be. Appears we’re limited to menial tasks like typing and filing and such, but if we work hard, there are opportunities to be given more substantial work. As we leave the room, we’re each handed our assignments for the day.

  I focus solely on getting my work done, eating lunch at my desk, not talking to any of my coworkers. It may imply that I’m anti-social, but I want to impress and maybe get promoted. Before the day ends, Ms. Gregson appears again and tells us that they’re holding a welcome party for all the new hires. While it’s not required, she highly recommends we attend and get to know who we’re working for. This is not a great development. I told my parents I’d be home right after work and they don’t like it when I divert from the plan. I kind of don’t like it either. I step outside to make the call, trying to think up an excuse as I’m walking.

  “Hello.”

  “Hi, mom.” I need to phrase this perfectly. No mention of it being a party. Maybe the new employees need to stay behind to talk with the bosses. But why didn’t we know about this earlier? Maybe a surprise evaluation of our first day? That sounds more believable. I’m going to go with that.

  “Is everything okay? How’s the new job going?”

  “Everything’s great. Everyone’s really nice.” Okay, here goes the lie. It shouldn’t be this hard. “I’m calling because I’m going to be home later than expected. My supervisor just told us the new hires have to meet with the heads. They’re giving us a surprise evaluation for our first day.” I wait with bated breath. Did I sound convincing? Small prayer that I did.

  “That’s a little inconvenient. Making everyone stay behind with such short notice. I wonder if they’re going to be doing this all the time, if they’re starting out this way on the first day?” She’s going to tell me to come straight home. Why did I ever think they’d allow me any freedom? Why did I ever think that I could tell a convincing lie? “But I understand, honey. Higher-ups aren’t very considerate of the entry-level employees. Just get home when you can, okay.”

  Phew. We talk for a few more minutes, but I let her know I need to get back to work. I don’t like lying to my mom, but I really need this job. If I want to leave my parent’s house, I’ve got to save up for my own place. My parents would never pitch in to get me one. They say a young, single woman living alone is an invitation for sin. But if I have the money myself, I don’t need their permission. And I’m starting to not want their permission.

  The rest of the day goes by quickly, since what we’re doing is basically busy work. I stay behind to get more work done, so I’m the last one to leave. I know, I’m being a little extra hard working, especially for my first day, but I’m trying to avoid going to the party. I’ve never been to a real one and I’m anxious.

  I think I’ve stalled as much as possible and shut down my computer. I go to the bathroom to fix myself up. I’m not dressed for this. My hair was in a neater bun this morning, but it’s gotten a little messier over the day. My button-down white shirt and black flair skirt feel a little blah for a party. But I wasn’t planning on having to be too impressive, just work appropriate.

  I fix my hair, re-tuck my shirt, and smooth my skirt. There isn’t much else I can do. I head to the tenth floor where the festivities are taking place and walk in on a bash in full swing. I can tell a few people are drunk which is surprising considering this is a work event. I step inside and find a comfortable spot against the wall.

  This is always where I feel the most comfortable: as a wallflower. Trying to blend in with the pattern on the wallpaper was a favorite pastime of mine at any kind of church events. I was homeschooled so at least I was spared the embarrassment of school dances. I pray no one will notice me if I hug it tight enough. I’m not that lucky.

  “Hey.” I turn and see one of my fellow coworkers. He’s definitely a little buzzed. I whisper a ‘hello’ back. “I noticed you don’t have a drink.”

  He shoves a beer into my hands. I politely take it, but I have no intention of drinking.

  “I’m Brett, what’s your name?”

  “Adriel. Adi for short.”

  “Adriel? Interesting name.” I nod, but I don’t say anything, hoping he’ll leave. However, it seems he wants the conversation to continue. “So, what do you think of the boss?”

  Very sudden change of subject.

  “Ms. Gregson? She seems nice enough.” I don’t have much to say since I’ve barely interacted with her.

  “No, silly. The actual boss.”

  First insult of the night. This guy is right on track to me hating him. Also, I must look confused because he feels the need to elaborate.

  “Clive Staples. He owns the company. Officially, four people run this place, but Staples is the main guy. He has yet to make an appearance, but I know he will.”

  Clive Staples. That’s a funny name. I wonder if he knows those are what the C.S. in C.S. Lewis stands for? He must have heard about that somewhere along the way, since it’s his name.

  “Well, I haven’t met Mr. Staples, so I don’t have an opinion of him,” I tell Brett.

  Am I not acting disinterested enough? Do I need to be pushier, blunter? I just want to be left alone, so I can get in my ‘mandatory’ attendance and leave. Maybe I’ll say something super underhanded. I’d love to meet Mr. Staples to end this conversation.

  “I hear he’s a real suave type, if you know what I mean,” Brett continues. “But no where near as I suave as I am.”

  I look at him with my mouth hanging open. I can’t believe he’s hitting on me right in the middle of a work party. I’m about to ask him to leave when a deep, gravelly voice comes out of nowhere.

  “I’m sure she doesn’t know what you mean, Brett.”

  We both turn towards whoever it is and what I see leaves me stunned. The man to whome the voice belong towers over me. I’m not particularly short, but he’s at least a head taller than I am. And every inch of him looks chiseled. From his to face to his… other places… I mean, I imagine. His suit is well-tailored enough that I can warrant a guess. But he’s not looking at me, instead staring intensely at Brett with a smirk on his face.

  “I-I-I-” Brett looks mortified.

  I don’t understand why he is so nervous all of a sudden, but a part of me is glad. It’s his turn to feel uncomfortable for once.

  “I also believe the lady no longer wishes to talk to you.” Now he turns his attentions to me and I have no idea what to do. “Do you?”

  I stare blankly and then, snapping out of it, I shake my head.

  “That’s true,” I say, glad I can finally spit it out. “I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

  “It seems you’ve been dismissed,” the man tells Brett.

  He makes an “uuh” sound as if he can’t believe I wouldn’t want to talk to him— he’s clearly incapable of picking up on my prior hints— and then he finally walks away, defeated. With him gone, I relax a little, but then remember I have another man to deal with.r />
  “I guess I should thank you.”

  Not the smoothest line, but is it necessary to be smooth? I find this guy attractive, but I don’t think I should let things go any further. He looks old enough to be my dad. A really sexy dad, with his salt and pepper hair and beautiful smile and piercing eyes.

  His gray hairs manage to make him look more dignified than old. I want to run my hands through it, grab onto it as he kisses me, touches my breasts, my—

  Wait. I should stop this line of thinking. Bad thoughts lead to questionable actions and I don’t need to go down that path.

  “So, are you going to?” He arches an eyebrow at me seductively.

  Who even knew eyebrows could be seductive?

  “Am I going to what?”

  I’m kind of caught off guard and can feel myself blinking more than usual.

  “Thank me.”

  “Oh, yeah. Thank you. Thanks.”

  I open the beer Brett gave me and take a sip. His presence is putting me on edge. I have tasted alcohol before, but only when taking communion… Ugh, I’m slipping into depravity and addiction, all in one evening. Impure thoughts and drinking.

  I need this mystery man to leave, so I can regather myself and leave the dirty thoughts I’m having about me, him, and our bodies. But I also want him to stay. I can feel the heat from his body and I desperately want him to touch me.

  “I’m guessing you’re new here.” I just nod and take another sip of beer. I should probably stop. I can’t show up at home drunk. There’d be no way to explain that. “I could tell. You had a slightly frightened look on your face that sometimes accompanies new employees.”

  “Do I really look that scared? That is not the look I was going for.”

  I sound really disappointed and maybe a little ridiculous, but I’m being completely serious. A scared newbie is not a good look. He laughs at me. Full on, deep belly laugh. I’m initially offended, but my demeanor is bit odd. I join him and I like the way our laughter mixes. We both have a deep laugh, but mine floats on top of his. Like it’s complimentary.