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tomorrow morning, okay? We’ll meet in the lobby.”
And then she disappeared, her feet pattering light and fast down the carpeted
stairway, and in the next second the apartment door clicked shut.
She was gone.
Chapter Seven
Jericho rolled over to look at the alarm
clock on the nightstand, and then groaned. 3:00 A.M ., the digital
readout blinked obnoxiously at him, and he flopped onto his back, staring up at
the ceiling, wondering if sleep would ever come tonight.
Every time
he closed his eyes, all he could think about was Becca. The way her
reddish-brown hair curled becomingly around her face, the way her whiskey eyes
sparkled when she talked about historic monuments and priceless pieces of art.
Her vanilla-cinnamon scent lingered in his nostrils, and he could still taste
just a hint of her pussy every time he swallowed.
She was
embedded in his system, as firmly as any of the strands of DNA encoded into his
genetic makeup, and the idea terrified him.
How the
fuck had this happened? He’d only intended to slake her lust, and maybe a
little of his own, and now he couldn’t get the woman out of his head. His cock
burned and throbbed, every time it brushed against the sheets, and he gritted
his teeth, trying to fight against a serious case of blue balls.
Think
of Ravena, waiting for you back home , he thought. That should kill your
erection.
He tried
to summon up the image of the prissy she-bear, and slowly a picture of her
elegant beauty formed in his mind. But as he stared at her, the sharp lines of
her face softened into the shape of a heart, and her cloud of blonde hair
cascaded into reddish brown curls that gleamed in the lamplight.
Becca.
He groaned
as his hand involuntarily brushed against his cock, and before he knew it, he
had wrapped his fingers around the turgid length. Kicking off the sheets, he
spread his legs wide and cupped his balls with one hand, massaging his cock
with the other, as he closed his eyes and thought of the woman who’d writhed
naked on his bed beneath his hands and mouth, and cried his name to the heavens.
His cock
exploded, jetting white-hot all over his hand, and he groaned as his body
shuddered with the force of his climax.
There
was no point in denying it , he thought to himself as he collapsed back
against the mattress, his body sated and yet still humming with sexual energy. He
wanted Becca fiercely, so what was the point of denying himself? He wasn’t
officially promised to Ravena, or anyone else yet, so it wasn’t as if he were
betraying anyone by having a fling with her.
They
would set boundaries , he told himself as he cleaned up, and pulled the
sheets back over his body again. He didn’t want either of them to suffer when
he had to go back to America, something that would happen all too soon. But he
also refused to let their mutual desire go unfulfilled while there was
opportunity to give them both what they wanted.
Smiling,
he dropped into sleep, a plan already half-formed in his head on how he would
overcome Becca’s objections, and take them both to a place of pleasure she’d
never have imagined.
* * *
Becca fought against the urge to cross
her arms and tap her foot impatiently as she waited in the lobby for Jericho to
come downstairs. He’d assured her he would be down in ‘just a second’ when
she’d asked the front desk to call up to him, and that was over ten minutes
ago.
Of course,
she could always go upstairs and pound on his door, but she had a feeling that
was just what he wanted, and it was a bad idea. There was no way she was going
to be able to set foot in his hotel room again without being bombarded with
memories of their lovemaking last night.
Hell, she
could barely think of Jericho himself without seeing him lying between her
legs, giving her the incredible pleasure of her
And then she disappeared, her feet pattering light and fast down the carpeted
stairway, and in the next second the apartment door clicked shut.
She was gone.
Chapter Seven
Jericho rolled over to look at the alarm
clock on the nightstand, and then groaned. 3:00 A.M ., the digital
readout blinked obnoxiously at him, and he flopped onto his back, staring up at
the ceiling, wondering if sleep would ever come tonight.
Every time
he closed his eyes, all he could think about was Becca. The way her
reddish-brown hair curled becomingly around her face, the way her whiskey eyes
sparkled when she talked about historic monuments and priceless pieces of art.
Her vanilla-cinnamon scent lingered in his nostrils, and he could still taste
just a hint of her pussy every time he swallowed.
She was
embedded in his system, as firmly as any of the strands of DNA encoded into his
genetic makeup, and the idea terrified him.
How the
fuck had this happened? He’d only intended to slake her lust, and maybe a
little of his own, and now he couldn’t get the woman out of his head. His cock
burned and throbbed, every time it brushed against the sheets, and he gritted
his teeth, trying to fight against a serious case of blue balls.
Think
of Ravena, waiting for you back home , he thought. That should kill your
erection.
He tried
to summon up the image of the prissy she-bear, and slowly a picture of her
elegant beauty formed in his mind. But as he stared at her, the sharp lines of
her face softened into the shape of a heart, and her cloud of blonde hair
cascaded into reddish brown curls that gleamed in the lamplight.
Becca.
He groaned
as his hand involuntarily brushed against his cock, and before he knew it, he
had wrapped his fingers around the turgid length. Kicking off the sheets, he
spread his legs wide and cupped his balls with one hand, massaging his cock
with the other, as he closed his eyes and thought of the woman who’d writhed
naked on his bed beneath his hands and mouth, and cried his name to the heavens.
His cock
exploded, jetting white-hot all over his hand, and he groaned as his body
shuddered with the force of his climax.
There
was no point in denying it , he thought to himself as he collapsed back
against the mattress, his body sated and yet still humming with sexual energy. He
wanted Becca fiercely, so what was the point of denying himself? He wasn’t
officially promised to Ravena, or anyone else yet, so it wasn’t as if he were
betraying anyone by having a fling with her.
They
would set boundaries , he told himself as he cleaned up, and pulled the
sheets back over his body again. He didn’t want either of them to suffer when
he had to go back to America, something that would happen all too soon. But he
also refused to let their mutual desire go unfulfilled while there was
opportunity to give them both what they wanted.
Smiling,
he dropped into sleep, a plan already half-formed in his head on how he would
overcome Becca’s objections, and take them both to a place of pleasure she’d
never have imagined.
* * *
Becca fought against the urge to cross
her arms and tap her foot impatiently as she waited in the lobby for Jericho to
come downstairs. He’d assured her he would be down in ‘just a second’ when
she’d asked the front desk to call up to him, and that was over ten minutes
ago.
Of course,
she could always go upstairs and pound on his door, but she had a feeling that
was just what he wanted, and it was a bad idea. There was no way she was going
to be able to set foot in his hotel room again without being bombarded with
memories of their lovemaking last night.
Hell, she
could barely think of Jericho himself without seeing him lying between her
legs, giving her the incredible pleasure of her
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