My eyes opened. It was still dark outside and the bedside clock said it was 4:36 am. I sighed deeply, enjoying his warmth at my back and my breast being cupped in his big hand, his thumb sluggishly swirling around the hard point. I didn’t know if it was his caress of my nipple that woke me, but I enjoyed it.

“Morning,” he whispered and gently kissed my shoulder. He’d obviously been awake longer than I had.

“How long have you been awake?”

He shrugged. “Not long. Thirty minutes or so.”

My brows furrowed. “And you’ve just been laying there?”

“Where should I be?”

Several very naughty thoughts raced through my mind about where he should be. “What time do you have to leave?”

“About eight.”

I smiled in the gloom of the room. “Plenty of time.”

“For what?” he asked, but I could tell from the tone of his voice he knew exactly what I was talking about.

“For me to show you where I want you,” I murmured as I turned in his arms.

The first time we’d made love, he was quick off the mark, and later, he’d slow fucked me to nirvana. Last night, however, he’d shown me he had fire if I wanted it. The flight in the private jet, the wonderful dinner, and most especially the meandering stroll afterwards as we talked, had made me itchy. I’d been idly daydreaming about our next time together since Sunday, and yesterday had only amplified my feelings. During the ride back to the hotel and the elevator ride up to our floor, I’d worked myself into a state. When the room door closed behind us, I was ready to rumble, and rumble we had. He’d started out slow and gentle, but as I become more aggressive, he responded in kind until he was throwing me around the bed while pounding the shit out of me. When he’d finally succumbed to his orgasm, I was gasping, out of breath, and ready for nothing more than to curl up in his arms and sleep for a year.

His kiss was passionate and deep, the perfect blend of the gentle Thom from last week and the fiery Thom from last night. He kissed down my body on his way to the center of my womanhood. Last night I had been so worked up we’d gone straight to business, so now I was looking forward to another taste of his wicked, wicked, tongue and lips.

He paused at my breasts, teasing the nipples with fingers and tongue as I soaked up the sensations. As every time before, he seemed to care more about my pleasure than his own. I was still having a hard time adjusting to that idea, but I wasn’t going to question it.

He nursed at me, his lips gradually moving around the triangle of my breasts and my lips so that no part was neglected for long. I’d never experienced it before, but I could feel an orgasm lurking just from him teasing of my breasts, and I wondered if he could make me come without touching my flower.

He slowly pulled away and I began to turn, wanting to take his manhood into my mouth and experience him in a sixty-nine, pleasuring each other as we were pleasured, but he gently nudged me, blocking my turn. I couldn’t understand what he wanted from his nudges and nothing I did seemed right.

“I want you to sit on my face,” he finally murmured as he pulled at my ass.

Heat washed over me as I swung a leg over and lowered myself over his face. I’d never been in this position before, but it didn’t take me long to figure out I had some control over the experience by raising or lowering myself on my knees. He held me in position for a long moment, his arms wrapped around my legs, but as I began to get into it, his hands slid up to tease my breasts, picking up where he’d left off moments before.

It didn’t take long before the orgasm tormenting me as he teased my breasts began to swell. I leaned back to brace on my hands on either side of his hip as I began to breath harder. I could see his face and tongue as he lapped at me, battering my clit. He must have sensed my rising distress because he clamped a hand over my thigh to hold me in place while his other hand continued teasing my breast.

I began to shudder as my orgasm overwhelmed me. “Fuck…” I groaned, drawing out the word in a long guttural growl as my head rocked back. I milked the pleasure, gasping and shaking, until I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck, stop!” I begged, struggling to get away from his flicking tongue and pinching lips. He stopped and I rode out the climax, waiting for searing pleasure to subside.

I let out a long cleansing breath as my orgasm finally released me. How the hell could I be sitting on his face and still feel like he was completely in charge? I didn’t know, but I smiled down at him. He looked very pleased with himself, the cocky bastard. The sixty-nine would have to wait because I desperately needed to feel him inside of me.

I rolled off him and scrabbled to get a condom, in a hurry to feel him inside, but then I paused. I looked at him as he waited. After the incident with Trip-B I’d had myself checked, just to be sure. “Are you clean?”

“What? Yeah. Why?”

I tossed the condom back onto the side table. “I am too, so we don’t need that, do we?”

He watched my eyes and I could see the concern. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “I’ve had myself checked, and I’m on the pill. You won’t offend me if you don’t want to, but—” He took my wrist and pulled me carefully away from the side table, turning me so I was lying on my back.

“I haven’t gone without since Cheryl.”

It took me a moment, but then I remembered that Cheryl was his ex-wife. How many years ago was that? I couldn’t even remember but I knew it was a long time. Maybe without the protective layer dulling the sensation for him, I’d have a chance of fucking him until he tapped out. He always made sure I was well satisfied before he allowed himself his own orgasm, but now that I knew he was anything but a two-pump-chump, I wanted to see him explode before he was ready. The thought of him being so worked up he couldn’t hold his nut, like he’d been our first time together, aroused me deeply.

“You poor man,” I murmured, smiling at him as I caressed his face. “It’s like being with a virgin, except a virgin who knows what he’s doing.”

“Oh my God!” he gasped as he slid into me, his face twisting like he was in pain.

Fear washed over me. “What?”

He looked down at me, his face relaxed, and he smiled. “You feel so fucking good.”

I couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped me. “You ass! You scared me.”

He took my lips and made them his. “Let me see if I can make it better,” he murmured as he began to move.

We moved together in a slow, easy love-making session. Sex was supposed to be fun and I enjoyed his gentle teasing. After many long moments, my second orgasm was stalking me, and I could sense his rising need. He was getting close.

“Come with me,” I murmured so he wouldn’t stop or change positions.

This was our first time having sex after spending the night together. Having his weight lightly on me, his lips dancing over my face and lips, his gaze soft as he held my eyes, was the perfect way to start the day.

He began to thrust with more urgency, drawing my climax closer, his face hardening and his eyes more intense as his breathing became heavier.

“Shit,” he growled. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Don’t stop,” I purred, his words stoking my fire. I was getting close.

“I’m going to come,” he repeated, his voice tight and strained.

His tone got to me. “I’m going to come,” I said, announcing my impending climax.

He groaned hard and deep as he splashed into me. The sudden wetness and his deep, sexy groan opened the gate and allowed my orgasm to wash over me. I added my soft moan to his, our sounds of pleasure mingling in the between us.

We lay still for a long moment as I basked in the joy of our orgasms, their simultaneous arrival and the sharing of them making the moment that much better. I sighed in contentment, my eyes getting heavy again. I wished he could spend the entire day in bed with me. I looked at the clock and smiled. We still had more than two hours before he had to even consider getting up. Perfect.

While Thom worked, meeting with whomever he flew all the way across the country to see, I went shopping. I wasn’t one of those women that lived to shop, but I was as far from North Carolina as I could get and still be in the continental United States, and I had nothing else to do.

Despite my protests, he’d left me a hundred dollars to cover fares and lunch with the argument he’d promised all-expense paid. I didn’t want his money, but since he’d left the Franklin lying on the bed when he left, I had little choice but to take it so it wouldn’t disappear into room service’s pocket. He could certainly afford it, and I hadn’t minded taking money from Rock, but somehow this felt different.

I spent the entire morning and afternoon wandering into shops, enjoying myself even though I bought only one thing, which was as much for Thom as it was for me. I’d found it in a high-end lingerie shop, Mata Hari, and spent over an hour browsing their selection. The place had everything from leather bondage gear to maternity lingerie. I didn’t want to go too bold, at least until I knew Thom better, so I steered away from the really over the top selections that included things like masks, crotchless panties, and exposed nipples.

I finally selected something that was sexy without being slutty and revealing while still leaving something for the imagination. I chose a silk chemise available in red, black, white, and my choice, a rich cobalt blue. It had a deeply plunging back that showed off the curve of my lower back, along with a deep plunge in front with plenty of lace that played peekaboo with my breasts and stomach, before stopping just above my V.

After my purchase, I wandered for a time, bag in hand, before ordering an Uber and making my way back to the hotel. I was waiting on Thom when he arrived. I’d thought about greeting him at the door wearing our present but had decided against it.

“How was it?” I asked.

He grimaced. “Amazing. You put their paper into their printer, and it prints. No ink, no toner, no ribbons, no nothing.”

“But…” I said, drawing the word out in questioning.

“But,” he replied, drawing the word as I had, “I’m concerned about the price of the paper. They’re well aware that’s going to be the real challenge, getting the paper cost low enough that it can compete with regular printers. They’re working on getting the cost out, but they admit it’s going to be a major hurdle.”

“So are you going to invest?”

He pursed his lips and waggled his head. “I don’t know yet. It’s damned amazing. If you’ve got paper, you’ve got everything you need to print. Can you imagine never running out of ink or toner?” He paused. “The flip side is, how much do people print anymore? I need to go home and put a sharp pencil to the idea and try to decide the next step.”

“You sound impressed, though.”

“Oh, I am. Their ace in the hole might be the cost of the printer. It’s dirt cheap, like cost of a cheap inkjet cheap.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because there’s nothing to it. A mechanism to feed the paper, a laser, and that’s it. It can be tiny, too. They have a mockup of their second-generation printer, and it’s not much bigger than the paper it holds. You can easily pick it up and carry it in one hand.”

“Sound like something a salesman needs.”

He looked at me oddly. “What do you mean?”

I shrugged. “We have salesmen come into the shop all the time, wanting to sell us one thing or another. If they need to print something, like an invoice, they have to go back to their office first because they can’t use our printers. If the printer is that small, they could carry it in with their laptop.”

He stared at me with wide eyes for a moment before he grabbed my face and kissed me. “Why didn’t I think of that? Hang on a minute, then I’m taking you out for dinner.”

He called someone, probably the guys he was talking to, and had a five-minute animated discussion about printers before he hung up.

“That was a really good idea. Maybe I should bring you with me on all my business trips.”

“I’ll send you a bill,” I teased.

“Do,” he said, and I wasn’t sure he was kidding.

“Maybe we can work it out in trade,” I suggested.

He smiled. “Even better. Come on, let’s go.”

“Where are we going?”

“Someplace call Oceanside. It’s supposed to be the best seafood in San Diego. We have a reservation.”

Oceanside was quite a bit more upscale than most of the seafood places I’d ever eaten and proved wrong my firm belief that the best seafood came from the worst looking places. Thom was a more adventuresome eater than I was and insisted we try barnacles when he saw them on the menu. I didn’t know barnacles were edible, and when the critters came out, they were just as ugly as I expected. After some instruction on how to open them up, and a little practice, we ate them all. As ugly as they were, they were unbelievably scrumptious. I’d never seen them offered before and would have turned my nose up at them even if I had, but now I was going to seek them out.

After dinner we had another stroll, this time barefoot on the sandy beach beyond Oceanside. The beach was crowded with people, but with the moon hanging low over the ocean on one side and brightly lit San Diego on the other, it was as if we were the only two people in the world. I’d walked on the beaches in North Carolina plenty of times, but I’d never enjoyed it as much as I did that walk.

We were leaving in the morning, flying back to North Carolina, which left us plenty of time to enjoy our last evening together in San Diego.

When we finally returned to our room, we showered. I’d shower again in the morning because I was planning on working up a sweat tonight, but I wanted to get the sand off my feet before I went to bed. I went first, and I think I hurt Thom’s feelings when I didn’t want him to join me. I only felt slightly bad about it because I was going to slip into my surprise while he was in the shower, and he could join me for some soapy, slippery, fun in the morning.

I was lounging on the bed in my new nighty when he stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. “Wow!” he said, his face breaking into a broad smile.

“I bought this for you today.”

“Do you think it’ll fit?”

His comment so caught me off-guard I burst into laughter, my carefully planned seduction shattered by his wit. “I don’t know. Want to try it on?”

“Sure.”

I thought he was kidding, but he held out his hand. I slipped the nighty off and handed it to him. He held it up in front of himself.

“No way,” he said before tossing it carelessly over his shoulder and crawling into bed with me. The towel got in his way and was discarded with equal promptness.

“That was nothing but a dirty trick to get me out of my nighty,” I complained.

“You’re onto me,” he agreed as he hovered over me.

I tried to look mad, but my smile gave me away. “Not yet I’m not,” I said as I nudged him to his back and began kissing my way down his body. I had something I’d wanted to do since this morning.