“Oh how I love it when you talk responsibly.”“I’m a very responsible man.”Maryam rolled into him, and the two snuggled for a bit. Queresh th...n kissed her lips and messaged her back.“Oh that feels good, Queresh. I’m still so tired and grumpy from the flight...”“So am I.”Queresh knew it risky, but he slid his hands down to her breasts. Maryam removed them.“What’s the matter?” he asked.“I’m not ready.”“Ready for what? I’m not doing anything.”“You know exactly what you’re doing. You’re trying to. She grabbed a towel but had barely dried her face when he scooped her up and dumped her on the bed, moving over top of her. "Hey!" she protested. "We'll get the sheets all wet." "Here's hoping." Dom kissed her deeply. Lani shivered at the sensation of his warm body against hers as the water cooled off. His wet but cool hands moved over her body and she twisted under him, not sure whether she was trying to get away or looking for more. Slowly, he ran his hands over her breasts and followed with. They were alone, and she doubted that Bobby was smart enough to have the place bugged. “What did you tell them?”“Nuthi’,” he said. Clearly he had a concussion, because talking was an obvious effort. “They already knew...”He drifted off, and she couldn’t wake him -- not that it mattered. Bobby came in a few minutes later with Brent and Cracker, which ended any chance of finding out what had gone wrong.“Well, well,” Bobby said, dropping the whip on his desk. Some of the blades were shiny and she. "Yes. All that. And more." She really perked up at that last word. "How much more?" "I wrote a story once. You're in it. With me..." "What's it about?" she interrupted. She was so pleased with how this was going. And I should've been overjoyed as well. I mean, I'd lusted after this girl for years, and we were finally alone, and discussing the very topic I'd always wanted to. "Someone else is in it, too." "Your wife?" "No. Beth." There, the cat was out of the bag. I'd written a hot little story.