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climax. His body arched under me, practically lifting us both off the floor. Oh, my God! That was as close to heaven as I’ll ever get , I thought.
    We lay there, locked together, neither one of us wanting to be the first to move. The feel of him still so big and hard inside me was something I wanted to hold on to for as long as I could. His fingertips fluttered over my nipples, teasing each one, sending tingling ripples of icy fire through me. I wriggled my butt, bearing down on his erection. He gripped my cock, and I felt myself grow hard again under his touch. That had never happened so soon afterward, but there I was, pumping away inside his fist, while his hips thrust upward, driving his hot, hard shaft even deeper inside me.
    “Aaah…” The roar that was torn from my throat as I climaxed again must have been heard on every floor of the hotel, if not the entire city block. Joseph bucked under me, his mouth fastened on my shoulder to muffle his own cries of ecstasy as he came in great shuddering spasms. We collapsed together, and as he eased out of me, I rolled over on top of him, laying kisses on his chest, worrying his nipples with my teeth, laving his throat with my tongue and planting a scorching kiss on his succulent lips. He smiled into my eyes, and my heart turned over—and that’s when I fell in love with him.
     

     
    I must have dozed off in his arms, for next thing I knew, we were in his bed together, and there was a loud knocking noise coming from somewhere in the suite.
    “That will be room service,” he muttered, shifting away from me. I reached for him, unwilling to let him go. He smiled and kissed my forehead, then slipped on a robe and left the room. I heard his pleasant voice and chuckle as he kibitzed with the room service person then a girlish giggle. Oh good, no cute busboy to distract Joseph’s attention from me. Not that I was insecure or anything.
    A moment later, he was back. “Dinner is served, sir,” he said, with a courtly bow.
    Dinner…oh yeah, that’s what it was, a dinner date—and I suddenly realised I was famished.
    There’s nothing like sex to work up an appetite. I jumped from bed, accepting the robe he handed me and followed him into the living room that was now lit by candlelight.
    DUET IN BLOOD
    J.P. Bowie
    48
     
    “Wow,” I murmured. “This is so romantic.”
    Acting the part of the handsomest maitre d’ I’d ever seen, Joseph lifted the top off one of the dishes with a flourish. He bowed slightly. “ Et voila …chicken a la king,” he announced.
    “Sautéed potatoes and asparagus tips in a butter sauce. Would monsieur care for some wine…or a beer?”
    I giggled. “Would you think me a trifle gauche if I said I preferred beer to wine?”
    “Not at all, monsieur . Your wish is my command. Please to sit, here.”
    Oh, I like this , I thought, watching him move with his panther-like grace, his hot butt outlined by the thin silk of his robe. I sighed with happiness—all this and dinner, too. He brought me my beer and a scorching kiss that threatened to postpone the lavish meal spread before us. His smile on my lips told me he was thinking the same thing. We chuckled together, then he moved away to his seat but not before I caught a glimpse of the tenting in front of his robe.
    “ Salud ,” he murmured, clinking my glass with his.
    “ Salud .” I gazed at him, trying to remember if I had ever been happier.
    “I don’t think I have ever been happier,” he said, his beautiful eyes gleaming in the candlelight.
    “There you go again,” I said. “Reading my mind...”
    “Two minds with but a single thought.” He gave me that astounding smile of his again, before taking a sip of his wine. “Someone, somewhere, said that—but I can’t remember who.”
    “And right now, they’re one-track minds,” I kidded. “Seriously though, you have made me feel so much better about myself, Joseph. I thank you for that.”
    He reached for my hand and grasped it