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  We held each other for a long moment, breathing hard. I lifted his head and stared into the ocean of his blue eyes. “Where did you come from, Adam Comstock?” He smiled and reached up puckering my lips for another tender kiss. He kissed me over and over, a little more passionate, a little wetter each time. Engulfing me with his strong arms, he pulled me close and rolled us onto our sides facing each other, our legs entwined, and torsos pressed together skin to skin.

  “You’re very beautiful,” he whispered, “and I love exciting you.” He perched on his elbow and put his finger under my chin, tilting my face to him. “Thank you for giving me a chance,” he said, kissing me tenderly. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

  **

  After some time relishing the afterglow, Adam got up and retrieved the fluffy hotel robes from the closet.

  “Don’t know about you, but now I’m really starving! You’re delicious but….” Adam said, handing me a robe and giving me a peck on the cheek.

  “What, I didn’t satisfy your hunger?” I joked with him.

  “As much as I’d like to try, man cannot live on sex alone,” he replied with a sly smile.

  We perused the room service menu. It was almost midnight. The burger and fries were calling to me, but I knew that would keep my stomach churning all night. The steamed shrimp salad with avocado would satisfy my hunger through the night. Adam went for the diver scallops and sautéed spinach.

  He placed the order with room service, and when he was wrapping up the conversation, I heard him ask, “Oh, and could I get a side of honey?” He glanced at me with a devious smile.

  Adam headed for a small stash of wine he kept in the kitchenette of his suite. A pinot noir would go perfectly with the food. He poured the wine, and we sat nested on the couch, his legs on either side of me while we waited for the food. I couldn’t remember when I had felt so sated and renewed. “You are all woman, Emily Ryan,” he said, and gently kissed the top of my head. I was sure I blushed, but thankfully the light in the room was dim enough that he couldn’t see. I didn’t want him to know how inexperienced I felt.

  “I can’t believe the way you make me feel.” I had only been with three men in my entire life, and the sex was never like this. “How did you know that I would change my mind after I ran out on you tonight?”

  “I didn’t, but I had to try. I couldn’t imagine what had you so upset, and I thought maybe once I knew what was wrong, I could fix it. I hated seeing you so unhappy.”

  It suddenly occurred to me that he couldn’t possibly have known where I was going. “By the way, how did you know where to find me?” He paused for a moment, as if looking for the best way to explain. Just as he was about to answer, there was a soft knock on the door.

  “Room service.”

  I ducked into the bedroom while Adam let the waiter in. He quickly folded out the flaps of the cart to create a small dining table, and providing the private dining experience Adam had promised, candle and all. Adam signed the check, tipped the waiter, and then we were alone again.

  As I came out from the bedroom, he was pulling chairs up to the table. “Madam?” he said, holding out a chair for me.

  “Why, thank you, sir,” I said, feigning a bit of shyness. Our hunger for food over conversation prevailed, and we ate in silence for a few moments with only the music floating through the air in the background.

  “Thank you for dinner.”

  “My pleasure. It wasn’t exactly how I planned it, but I prefer this restaurant anyway.” He smiled at me and held up the wine glass to toast.

  We clinked glasses and sipped the tasty pinot noir. The small pitcher of honey caught his eye, and he picked it up the same way he had held up the wine to toast.

  “Dessert?” he asked with that devious smile returning.

  Adam stood up and his robe hung open, revealing that his hunger for passion had returned. Carrying the honey, he led me into the bedroom. As he slipped out of his robe, the city lights created soft shadows that accentuated every ripple of his toned body and chiseled features. He was stunning. Untangling the tie on my robe, he slid his arms inside and pulled me close, our lips connecting in an electrifying kiss.

  He unthreaded the tie from the loops on my robe and pushed the fluffy fabric off my shoulders, dropping it to the floor. My nipples instantly tightened and I could feel my breasts beginning to swell anticipating his touch. He placed a pillow in the middle of the bed, lifted me up and arranged me on top of it so it filled the small of my back. Climbing on top of me, he grabbed my wrists, pulling my arms over my head and pinning me to the bed. I pang of uncertainty tightened in my belly. I was nervous my inexperience might become obvious and disappoint him. I tried to relax and relish the ride. He wrapped my wrists with the tie from my robe. He was being playful rather than actually shackling me, since I could raise my arms and slip out of the soft fabric handcuff at any time, but I accepted the inference that I was not to move.

  He knelt between my legs and drizzled the honey slowly in circles around each nipple. They were tight and had been standing at attention from the moment he’d suggested dessert. The honey was cool as it melted over my warm skin. He caressed my nipples, slathering them with the sticky goo. He licked the honey off his fingers seductively, then leaned down so the tip of his tongue could go to work licking it from my taut nipples, one at a time, tickling me mercilessly. I clenched my hands together still bound by the fabric handcuff, bracing from the sensations writhing through me. He poured a little more on my belly this time. The pillow under my back leveled out my torso, allowing the honey to form a small pool. He held down my hands that were still stretched over my head as he moved alongside me and began swirling the honey over my belly, lapping at it in short, stiff strokes with his tongue.

  “Oh, Adam!” My stomach muscles tightened as he tickled me with each motion.

  He licked his fingers and parted the silky folds between my legs, thrusting his finger inside me. “I love that you are so aroused, so wet for me.” He smiled and licked the finger he had pushed inside me. “You taste so much sweeter than the honey.”

  My whole body trembled. He let go of my arms and slid down between my legs, his tongue dancing through the wetness, taunting and teasing me, and sending waves of pleasure through me again and again. He licked in gentle circles, and rubbed up and down and in and out. My heart pounded. I was on the verge of coming, and he abruptly stopped, whispering, “Oh, no, not yet….”

  Chapter 5

  The next hour was magical. His instincts allowed him to tap every one of my erogenous zones as if he knew the road map intimately. I was breathless; my arms were limp over my head, still bound with the soft tie. The blood was racing through my body like a runaway train. He slowly pulled me toward the edge of the bed, keeping the pillow under the small of my back. As he stood at the edge of the bed, backlit by the city lights, every curve of his body glistened with sweat. He once again sheathed his impressive hardness and, bracing himself with one arm next to me, he guided himself into the warm and wet gateway to my soul. He slid inside me slowly. His free hand cupped my ass and pulled me close as he pushed deep inside me. Each thrust connected with my G-spot. The rhythmic movements felt like a well-choreographed dance between us. I came hard, and he followed seconds later. We fell into a tight embrace, allowing the shock waves from the orgasms to reverberate through us as we reveled in the ecstasy.

  “Oh, my God, Adam!”

  He supported himself on one arm, poised over me with a coy smile on his face. “I love making you come,” he said with delight. He untied my wrists, pulled me back up on the bed, and lay down next to me so my head rested on his shoulder. “It totally turns me on that you get so aroused.”

  “That’s all your doing. I didn’t have control over that for a second!”

  He beamed at me with a sense of satisfaction. “That’s the way it’s supposed to be,” he said, genuinely pleased.

  I could feel sleep creeping up on me. It was now a little after 2 a.
m., and the exhaustion from our lovemaking was setting in fast. My torso was still a little sticky from the honey, and even as tired as I was, I knew I had to shower before crawling into bed. Adam slipped into the bathroom and ran the water to make sure it was hot before I got there. As I entered the bathroom, the abundant candlelight was an unexpected surprise; its flicker enhanced by all the reflective surfaces in the room. The shower was glass, and the candlelight illuminated Adam’s sculpted body, granting me the status of a voyeur. I was enthralled with his beauty, falling into a trance as I gazed at him.

  “Are you going to join me, or are you already asleep on your feet?” he teased.

  His words brought me back to the moment. “Very funny,” I said. “Be there in a sec.” I tied my hair in a knot and slipped into the shower. His velvety hands were covered in soap and gently caressed my body, rinsing away the last of the stickiness. He slipped around behind me, leaning down to kiss my neck as he fondled a nipple and continued to wash the honey away from my belly. I could feel his hardness growing against my back.

  “Oh, Emily,” he purred.

  I turned to face him, scooping up some of the lather, and began stroking his length. He braced himself against the shower wall with both arms stretched out over me. He watched me intently as I caressed his crown and massaged his balls until he couldn’t control himself. His eyes closed and his head fell back as the warm fluid escaped, his orgasm co-mingling with the warm water and lather. He put his arms around me and held me tight for a long moment. We kissed tenderly as the last of the foam rinsed away.

  When we finally slid in between the sheets, sleep came quickly.

  **

  I awoke as the early morning sun filtered into the room. We hadn’t closed the heavy drapes the night before, just the sheers to filter out the rest of the world while letting in the city glow. Adam was sleeping soundly. Warmth filled my body just thinking about our lovemaking. I slipped out of bed to head for the bathroom. My muscles ached. It was the kind of ache you feel when you begin a new workout routine that stretches your muscles in a way they’re not normally stretched. A good kind of ache. What an amazing workout it was.

  I made my way back to bed and tried to slide in without disturbing Adam. He stirred a little and took a couple of deep breaths, coming to life from a deep sleep. “Good morning,” I muttered softly as he tried to break through the cobwebs of sleep.

  “Good morning,” he responded with a big smile. He reached for me, and as I adjusted the covers to get closer to him, I could see he was already aroused. He pulled me close and gave me a hard kiss.

  “My, you are certainly wide awake in a hurry,” I commented, somewhat jokingly referring to his erection as much as the kiss.

  “Yes, I am. And I’m also very hungry,” he said, raising an eyebrow with a sly smile. He rolled over partially on top of me and began fondling my breast. His hand danced over my belly, and his fingers were inside me in a blink. The flutter in my stomach switched on like a light bulb, and I could feel my pudendum instantly responding to the graze of his fingers.

  Barely a moment passed, and he was completely on top of me, spreading my legs with his. He was sheathed and pushing inside me. This time he was fucking me. There was no lovemaking in this dance. I was stunned and a little confused, and my brain was racing. He had taken control of my mouth with his tongue, and was pumping hard and fast. He came quickly, letting out a very deep moan and calling my name as he came “Oh, Emily, oh, baby…oh!” Somehow, the fact that he called my name at that peak moment of pleasure made me take a little ownership for what had just happened. I suddenly liked that he desired me so much that he just couldn’t control himself. He wanted to fuck me. No foreplay, no waiting. He wanted me.

  He rolled over on his back, completely spent, breathing hard and looking at me with his piercing blue eyes. He grinned and said, “Ms. Ryan, you take my breath away.”

  I felt my whole body blush. “What kind of dreams did you have last night that prompted all that?” I goaded, needing and explanation of what just happened.

  He rolled up on his side and ran his fingers through my hair. “You were everywhere in my dreams, on top of me, underneath me, sucking me…our lovemaking never stopped. I just had to have you for real. I’m sorry - I hope I wasn’t too rough with you.” He kissed my hand and seemed genuinely concerned.

  “Well, it did surprise me a little. You were just so…so different from last night.”

  “You totally turn me on, Emily. I woke up so hard. I just had to have you.”

  “I see,” I said, trying to hold back a smile. “Okay, now it’s my turn to be hungry, for real. I’m famished!”

  Adam got up, went to the bathroom, and returned wearing a pair of running shorts and carrying one of the fluffy robes. I crawled into it while he went to get the room service menu. I heard the music lightly fill the air again. He came back and propped himself up with some pillows and pulled me close, putting his arm around me, cupping my breast through the fluffy fabric. He held my chin and gave me a luscious kiss and said, “Let’s get you some food.” He opened to the breakfast page of the room service menu and asked, “What’s your pleasure?” I chuckled a little. “…for food!” he said. “Food is what I meant! I know other things that please you.” He kissed the top of my head. “You have a slutty little mind, don’t you? I love that in a woman,” he purred. “So what’ll it be?”

  “Bacon,” I said authoritatively.

  “Bacon?”

  “Yes, bacon. You do know that bacon is its own food group, don’t you?” I said, laughing a little. “And a banana and coffee.”

  “I hadn’t heard that about bacon, but good to know.” He laughed, then picked up the phone and placed an order, adding a couple other food groups to balance out the meal. I popped into a hot shower to loosen those sore muscles and refresh a bit. He came into the bathroom and watched me as I bathed. The glass stall perfectly framed his view as it had mine just hours before. I could feel his eyes drinking in every curve. He dropped his running shorts and was about to join me when there was a knock on the door.

  “Room service.”

  He rolled his eyes, then pulled on his shorts and said, “Damn.” Before he walked out, he reached into the shower and ran his fingertip around my nipples in a teasing fashion. They instantly tightened, my stomach twisted, and I felt weak in the knees. Lord, this man had a spell on me! I finished up the shower, and since the only clothes I had were the little black dress and silk stockings, I opted for the robe at least to get through breakfast. We sat on the couch and ate bacon and sipped coffee.

  “Do you have any plans for the day?” he asked.

  “I sort of had loose plans to have lunch with Bec, but I could rearrange that. What did you have in mind?” I said suggestively, but he was all business.

  “Well, I’m looking for some art for a client, and there’s a new exhibit at the Jackson Gallery. I was going to see if there was anything in that collection that might suit him. Are you interested in joining me?”

  “Sure. That’s where we’re shooting the watercolors next week. It’s a beautiful space. What kind of art is he looking for?”

  His mind wandered trying to find the words to describe it. “He has very specific taste. He asked me to find something like Degas’ ‘Blue Dancers.’ I have yet to pinpoint right piece.”

  “It’s funny that you mentioned that particular piece. We photographed it a few weeks ago at the Anderson Gallery. I remember it was very beautiful, very intricate brush technique. It’s such a treat to be able to study these pieces up close without having to deal with the crowds at the galleries. That’s the part of my job I love the most. What kind of art do you like?”

  He was thinking again, then turned to me and smiled, sliding a hand into my robe. “The kind I can touch. I like to feel all of the silky textures and artful curves.” He cupped my breast and gave me a wet kiss. His hand slipped around to the small of my back and pulled me toward him. My breasts grazed his bare chest.
I could feel the arousal returning in both of us, but Adam took a deep breath and broke away. His demeanor had changed ever so slightly. I felt a little distance building in him. I tried not to read too much into it. We hadn’t slept much; sleep deprivation can make you crazy.

  “I have a bit of business to attend to before I can enjoy the day with you. Why don’t you have lunch with Bec, and we can catch up later?”

  “She has to be at work by four, so I’m sure we’ll wrap up lunch by three.”

  “That sounds good. That’ll give me plenty of time to catch up on some things on my end, and I’m sure you girls probably have a lot to catch up on, too,” he said, knowing full well I would spill my guts to Bec about the unbelievable night we spent together. I was disappointed that he wasn’t coming with me, but it was only our first day together. There would be time. Besides, Bec and I were overdue for some girl talk, and she had totally saved my life at the bar by talking me into giving Adam a chance. I owed her one, big-time.

  I got back into my little black dress and headed home. It was still a little early to call Bec, since she normally got home around 3:00 a.m. I tapped out a quick text: still gd for lunch? so much to tell u! call me.

  As soon as I was inside the street-level door of my apartment, I took off the four-inch Blahniks so I could climb the three flights of stairs without the heels. They sure looked sexy, but I was glad to be in stocking feet for the trek. Just as I got to my apartment, my phone rang. It was Bec.

  “You’re up early,” I greeted her.

  “Yeah, things got quiet pretty early last night, so the manager sent me home. I wasn’t going to complain. I hate standing around with nothing to do and no tips coming my way. How was your night?” she asked enthusiastically.