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The wave of pleasure that hit Darci elicited a sound that wasn’t quite a scream, but it was probably still a little too loud for a hotel. The orgasm was worth the noise complaint they might get. She spasmed around his fingers as he continued pumping them in and out of her.

When he increased the pressure of his thumb on her clit, one wave of pleasure rolled into another. As convulsions racked her body, she begged him to stop. But he worked her up to another two orgasms before he finally pulled his fingers free.

She could still feel his hard cock pressing into her as he gently kissed her face. “God, you’re hot when you’re coming on my hand.” His words had her blushing, and trying to squirm away from him, but she was trapped.

“Wasn’t that fun? Just imagine what it will be like when I get really bossy,” he whispered into her ear. His words made her blush, and he winked at her. The thought of being his submissive again was intoxicating, and a new flood of heat and need to washed over her.

He seemed to sense that need and stood, unbuttoning his jeans as he rose. Keeping her eyes on him was easy as she watched him shed his pants and boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, and the sight of it nearly made her whimper. She couldn’t wait to feel it stretching her as he thrust in and out of her. Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long. He moved her up higher on the bed and settled between her legs once again. This time, he positioned his erect, pulsing cock at her entrance.

Because she was still soaked from the orgasms he had milked from her, he had no trouble sliding deep inside. A shudder rippled through her as he filled her slick opening.

Bradley paused, closing his eyes as he let himself settle into her. Then he was moving. Slowly at first, languid strokes that sent gentle waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. She wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him to move faster. Still he made her wait, stretching each motion out. After several minutes of this, he grasped her arms and dragged them over her head, then braced his arms on either side of her, trapping her with out pinning her down. She loved that he respected her boundaries. As she stared up at him with pure lust, he gave her what she was after—punishing thrusts of his cock as he picked up speed and slammed into her.

After a few minutes, he released one of her arms and slipped his free hand between them. He was going to make her come again. It didn’t take long. As soon as he felt her clenching around him, he let himself find his own pleasure. When the last waves of their orgasms subsided, he gently lowered himself onto her. They lay together, breathing heavy, sweat mingling. It felt like forever before he raised up and pulled carefully out of her.

He stepped into the bathroom and came back less than thirty seconds later with a damp cloth. He gently cleaned her off before pulling back the comforter and motioning for her to get under the blankets. Her brain was still foggy, so she did as he asked, snuggling under the soft sheets. He left again, long enough to discard the rag, but then he slipped into bed with her and wrapped his arms around her.

“Goodnight sweet girl.”

22

WHEN Darci woke on Monday morning, she was too warm snuggled next to Bradley. His arm draped across her midsection felt heavy. When she tried to lift his arm and slip out of bed, his grip on her tightened. She nudged him until he woke up.

“Go back to sleep woman.”

“I want to turn on the air. I’m hot. You’re hot.”

“Well thank you. I’m glad you think so,” he mumbled. “You’re more than hot. You’re smoldering.”

She elbowed him. “How can you be such a smart ass this early in the morning?

“Smart ass? Did you just call me a smart ass?” With an exaggerated scowl on his face, he hopped out of bed and pulled the blankets with him.

“Hey!” She protested, trying to cover herself up with a pillow. He towered over the bed, arms folded across his bare chest, his scowl no longer teasing.

“We’ve had this conversation before, and I don’t like repeating myself. Don’t hide from me. You’re gorgeous.” His voice was firm, and the look on his face made her squirm as she fought the urge to lay back and invite him to look at all of her up close and personal. They had to get moving soon or they would miss their flight. So she huffed and crawled out of bed to find clean clothes.

“Good girl.” He grinned, patting her on the behind as she bent over her suitcase.

“Come on,” she said, pulling a shirt over her head. “Let’s go get breakfast before we need to go to the airport.”

Darci repacked her small suitcase so they could leave it at the front desk while they ate. It would be good to get back to D.C. even if there was a lunatic out there trying to hunt her down. Maybe these few days away would help bring new perspective. She took a moment to text Michael about getting together when she got back.

Three hours later, they had collected their bags from the hotel and were on their way to the airport. As the cab drove them through the city, Darci scrolled through headlines on her phone. One article caught her eye.

“Look, your dad announced his campaign. How cool is that?” she asked, showing him the story.

“Can we talk about something more pleasant, please? I love my dad, but we disagree on some things.”

Darci put the phone down and patted his leg. “Sure. I’m sorry.”

He grabbed her hand and lifted it to his lips. “No need to be sorry. Thank you for this weekend. I’m glad you weren’t so angry you sent me away. I’m looking forward to talking more about us on the flight home.”

Her face went red because she knew what that conversation was going to be about, and he chuckled. “Nothing to be embarrassed about baby girl.”

She laid her head on his shoulder. “I enjoyed it too. I’m sorry I’m nervous about everything.”

“It’s OK baby. I promise. I’m nervous too. You’re the first woman I’ve wanted the whole package with, and I’m terrified something will happen to you. I want everything you’re willing to give me, and I want to keep you safe.”

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