Chapter 17: Pier Nine

The nurse put my daughter in my arms for the night feed, and Nico stood in the doorway and watched me give it.

She took the bottle slowly, and her eyes were on my face the whole time.

When she was asleep I laid her back in the isolette and put two fingers on her chest to feel it rise.

Nico was still in the doorway.

"Come here," I said.

I took his hand and led him down the back stairs to the bakery.

The ovens were cold and the long steel table was still dusted with flour.

I shut the door and turned the key.

"Tomorrow night I walk down a pier with an empty blanket," I said. "He may shoot you. He may shoot me."

"Yes."

"Then tonight I want to do this slowly."

He looked at me, and the hardness went out of his face.

I pushed him down onto a stack of flour sacks against the wall.

I undid his shirt one button at a time and kissed every bruise I had given him.

He put his hand against my cheek and held it there.

"Look at me," I said, and I pulled my sweater over my head.

His breath went out of him when he saw my breasts.

He took one in his mouth and I held his head there, and when my knees went weak he caught my hips.

I got his belt open and wrapped my hand around his cock.

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