Page 76 of Champagne Nights

“Here’s your coffee.” He took my hand and placed the cup in it.

“Thanks.”

“I brought you something to wear.”

“You did?” I asked as I took a sip of my coffee.

“I brought that dress I bought you at Bloomingdales. I thought you might like to wear it on the boat.”

“I’d like that.” I smiled.

“What time did you get in last night?” he asked.

“Around one.”

“Wow. The three of you must have been having a good time.”

“We did. We ate, drank, talked. It was fun.” I smiled. “What did you do last night?”

“Charles came over. We watched some football, drank a few beers, and ordered a pizza.”

I let out a light laugh.

“What?” he asked.

“I just can’t imagine you eating pizza and watching football.”

“Why? I happen to like football and pizza.”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you’re filthy rich.”

He chuckled. “And rich people aren’t supposed to like sports and pizza?”

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying?” he whispered as he clasped my shoulders and nipped at my ear.

Turning to face him, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“You’re supposed to like golf, polo, and horseracing.”

“I like those things too. But I do enjoy a good game of football.”

Suddenly, my towel fell off and dropped to the floor.

“Oh, look at that. Your towel fell off,” he spoke as his fingers traced over my breasts.

“I thought you were in a hurry to leave.” I smiled as his tongue caressed my neck.

“I think we can spare a few moments.” He turned me around and took me from behind.

After we finished, he handed me my dress.

“I need some panties.”

“Actually, you don’t.”

“What do you mean I don’t?” I laughed.

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