The women in the bathroom have stayed by the sinks the entire time, completely unaware that we are here. Finally, I hear the front door creak open and their voices fade away. We are alone as he slips his fingers inside me. His thumb pulses around my clit.
I press my hand against the wood paneled wall and press my other hand against the stall, firmly holding me in place. Henrik stares into my eyes as his hand fucks me. I'm starting to melt in front of him, not just from his touch, but the scent that is only Henrik. The expression of awe in his features and the look in his eyes as if I am his world, is enough to make me succumb to his skilled hand. I’m in the depths of Henrik sensory overload, and I don’t know how much longer I can last.
I close my eyes as my body trembles while I skirt the edge of my climax.
"Look at me Morgana."
My eyes fly open to see him. It's as if time reversed and I am seeing the Henrik from a month ago. The Henrik staring back at me is the same one who joked about my cake obsession, and the one who finally told his rules to go fuck themselves. What I see before me is the Henrik who proclaimed his love to me thinking I would never run away, but I did.
In that split second, it all comes flooding into me like a lightning bolt, quick and white-hot. The awful words he said to me after we were found out. He was hurt. Henrik changed so much since I first met him, from a stubborn workaholic to a man willing to open up and be free with his heart. Well, a little more free.
My orgasm explodes and white dots fill my vision of his face as everything blurs. I moan out his name and his eyes become lost to me. He releases his grip of my hair and my head falls back. After a few moments, his fingers slip out and Henrik pulls me in for a hug as I bring my arms down from the wall.
I feel his firm arousal dig into my hip and hear him breathe in my hair. I come back to my senses and am about to pull away when he speaks, “God, I missed you Morgana. I miss this; feeling you, holding you, and watching your eyes melt in pleasure. I had to do it Morgana. I’m selfish. I needed the Mimir brothers to understand who I really am. They see me like they did over a decade ago, especially Edgar. I’m not that guy anymore, I haven’t been him in a long time. That carefree goofball died with my family that cold December night.”
Henrik gives me a tight squeeze before pulling away. He does not completely let go before continuing, "But when I met you, part of that guy came back; you brought him back. You are stronger than I am. You put up with me when no one does. If I had met me at work, I would have had me fired. I'm an asshole." He chuckles as I smirk.
"You came up with that idea so you are smarter than me too. What I do...correction, what I did, I learned over the years. You came to work at Mimir and in a few months came up with an idea that is saving the company. So, you see why I had to tell them it was mine?"
Anger fills my vision. Mad at myself for focusing on how much he has changed as if it is a good thing. Henrik has changed. He has become a liar and a coward. In the month he has had to think about all this, he still believes it was necessary to steal my idea. I angrily try to pull from his grasp but his grip is firm.
"No Henrik, I don't see. You have had your fun, now if you don't mind, my family is waiting for me. My food is probably getting cold."
"Morgana. I'm not explaining this right. I'm not used to having to explain myself. There are many things I have been doing recently I'm not used to. What I mean is, you need to be at Mimir. They need you. You don't need them. You don't even need me. So, because I'm selfish and need to see you happy, I lied to them and told them it was my idea."
"That doesn't even make sense Henrik—“ He puts his hand over my mouth, effectively cutting me off. I can smell myself on him and start to become aroused once more. It’s moments like this that I wish my body had an off switch.
"Shh. Let me finish. You had told me Evaleen knew of your idea. Do you really think she would have let me get away with passing your idea off as my own?"
I try to say no but his hand muffles my words, so it sounds like, “Memmo.” Henrik’s brow creases in confusion so I end up shaking my head.
"Exactly. When I saw her face light up as I explained your idea to the Mimir brothers, I knew she would destroy me. She has wanted me out of that company since, well that's her story to tell, not mine. But, I went into that meeting with them so I could be fired and they would start to see you as I do."
Henrik moves his hand away and steps back, letting go of me. I try to wrap my head around all of this. He lied to save me, to save my career, and in the process destroy his. Mimir was his life and to a certain extent his only family.
"But you love working there as much as I do Henrik. Why would you walk away from that?"
He has moved to sit on the toilet seat as I walk over to him. Henrik looks up at me and gives me a sad smile.
"Because—“ Henrik is cut off from the door to the bathroom opening and I hear Aria.