I sat up, climbed on top of her, and did just that.First with slow strokes, in and out, rubbing her clit,then when she wrapped her legs around me and ...rged me togo faster, I sped up and let my balls do the talking.There wasn’t going to be a second act this time — Ialready had that tight feeling between my legs, and shewas pulling me into her almost as fast as I was tryingto sink myself in. Four, maybe five minutes later I was huffing and she wasmoaning; no sooner did I let loose. I head for the subway. . . . It’s almost eight by the time I get there, and it’s a warm night, a little muggy, a little breezy, but perfect for being on the river. I’m standing at the railing staring at Jersey City when I feel someone’s hand move along my lower back. I see Christian move up next to me. He’s looking at the city too at first, then he turns his head to face me. ‘I’m drunk,’ I say. He laughs. ‘Me too.’ He puts his hand on my cheek and runs his finger up and down for a moment. It was also natural they would brag ― usually under the influence of copious amounts of wine ― that they had a very important personage on their ship. This was enough information for the military commander to send a substantial contingent of his troops to find who he believed to be the notorious Prince Nilsen wanted for the murder of the son of a Durhorn diplomat. There weren't that many visitors to that area so it wasn't particularly difficult to track Nil's group into the mountains where they. "Thanks Robin. I appreciate it. Oh! And by the way, Mel wants toknow if she can have your phone number. She said she wants to followup with you about this later." She... wants my phone number? Sure you can give it to her. Say... youwouldn't be willing to pass along her number to me in return wouldyou?"Derek considered that for only a moment. "I don't see why not." Hegave her the number from the business card he had gotten from Mel lastnight. "Thanks Robin. I really appreciate.