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past
time.
    “ To play.” He took the soapy
towel from her and starting at her neck, washed every nook and
cranny on her body. By the time he placed her foot on the floor she
was a shivering mass of goo. In her mind, she returned the favor,
but reality was another bitch. Hot, antsy, and needy, she leaned
against the tile, watching through lowered lids as he zipped
through his shower. Minutes later, he turned off the water and
carried her from the bathroom into the much cooler bedroom.
Goosebumps exploded over her flesh, her heated skin, already
sensitive, tingled in anticipation. Her fingertips ran down his
shoulder, needing to touch him. He flinched and grabbed her hand,
placing her digits in the warm cavern of his mouth. She shivered as
he sucked. His eyes blazed as they scorched her face. Damn, he was
good.
    Frank lay on top of the chocolate beauty and
thanked whoever was looking out for him. She was a rare find. Sexy,
articulate, fun and smart. Most importantly, she didn’t play games.
He’d been wondering how to spend more time with her when she
admitted she’d been thinking the same thing. After getting over the
shock of her forthright confession, he'd wanted to shout
hallelujah. Perhaps, he’d finally met someone he could be open and
honest with. They hadn’t known each other a full day, but he knew
he wanted to spend more time with her. They just had to work
through a few things.
    “ Have I told you how glad I
am that you chose to spend time with me?” He asked as he placed
kisses up her leg.
    “ You may not have said those
exact words, but you definitely let me feel your joy.”
    He chuckled at her quick wit.
    “ You up to more joy?” He
allowed her to roll him over.
    She took his dick in her hand, and stroked
it from the root. He was amazed at the level of concentration she
gave her task. “You promised to feed me first.” Her tongue lapped
against his mushroomed head.
    Grinding his teeth, he fought the exquisite
pleasure that shot through him. He wanted to see her this time. Her
cocoa complexion lay against his thigh as she feasted on him. He
slapped the bed as his hips rose and fell, giving her more of his
meat. Her purring shot through him. His legs trembled as his sacs
drew up. His breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t talk as she
sucked harder, taking him to the back of her throat. With a roar,
his body arched. Toes curled as he erupted in her mouth. Shaking,
he watched her kiss the head of his cock, adoringly.
    “ Thanks.” She grinned at
him. “Now, would you like room service or shall we grab a bite to
eat on the way?”
    He growled and reached for her. She was too
perfect. “Call room service, I’ll need my strength to keep up with
you.” She laughed and went into the living room. He heard snippets
of her conversation, but was too whipped to move. She planned to
give him two more days, somehow he didn’t think that’d be
enough.
    ****
    Veronique and Frank walked across the lobby
of her hotel; they’d decided to stay in his suite last night,
instead of her returning to her room. Not that she was afraid of
another confrontation with her ex; she’d just gotten too
comfortable to leave. She planned to head home with him today, so
he could clear up a few things, and come back tomorrow night for
the awards banquet. A giddy feeling erupted every time she thought
of how well they clicked. Her abruptness didn’t faze him, and his
reticence didn’t bother her. Pretty much, they accepted one another
at face value and moved forward. Spending time together would let
them peel back layers and see if they still liked what they found
beneath.
    Her thoughts were so centered on moving out
of her hotel room that she missed her sorority sisters calling out
to her from the hotel’s restaurant. Frank’s gentle pressure on her
arm, and then the escalating voices, made her stop. Turning, she
waited for two of her line sisters to approach. Offering them a
warning smile, she introduced them to