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    “I’m starving,” she answered with a blush.
    “Me too. Why don’t you stay here and think about what you want? I’ll grab a quick shower and then we’ll eat.” He lifted away from her, and shucked his leathers at the foot of the bed. They’d need to be dry cleaned as soon as he got back to L.A., but the stains were so fucking worth it. And much as he preferred leather to any other type of fabric, it turned him on that Liz still adored it as much now as she had years before. Good leather molded to his body like a second skin. It wasn’t just a costume or part of his persona as the guitarist and lead man of a rock band. It was part of him. He couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t wear leather of some sort, be it jackets, vests or pants.
    Naked, he padded into the bathroom, discarded the condom and grabbed a washcloth. He doused it with warm water, took it back to the bed and cleaned between Liz’s legs and ass cheeks. She was still smiling, but blushing again. “You wanna shower with me?”
    “Mmm. In a minute.”
    “All right. I’ll get it nice and steamy.” He left the side of the bed. “Don’t fall asleep,” he called around the bathroom doorway after he’d turned the water on. If she said anything, he didn’t hear it.
    He’d also meant what he said too about a quick shower. He didn’t want to waste what little time they had together by lingering in showers alone. He’d have brought her in with him if she hadn’t been so bone limp. He wanted to give her a few minutes to recover, needed to give her a few minutes to recover, otherwise, she’d be in no shape to continue. If he’d pulled her into the shower now, he’d have had her on her knees sucking his cock or he’d have had her bent over or… “Shit,” he chuckled to himself as he looked south toward his dick. “Can’t keep the damn thing down.”
    He washed his hair and soaped his body, trying not to pay any attention to his jutting hardness. He’d always been a good rebounder, even as he’d gotten older, but he wasn’t going to squander it on masturbating either. Not today. He’d spent too many nights and weekends and years masturbating about the woman in the other room.
    After rinsing the soap away, Johnny stepped out and grabbed a towel. “Hey, Lizzie girl,” he said from the bathroom doorway as he dried off. No response, but he continued. “Why don’t we head into Jacksonville and grab some pancakes from that little place over in San Marco? We could get some of those blackberry…” His voice trailed off when he saw her curled up on her side, sleeping.
    Goose bumps traveled her bare skin, so he pulled the duvet up over the side of the bed. In her sleep, she smiled and nestled her face into a pillow she’d pulled from where it had been against the headboard. Johnny smiled. “Terrible. Can’t follow the simplest of instructions.” Three orgasms had worn her out. With a grin, he wondered if maybe he should withhold some next time.
    While Liz was out like a light, Johnny grabbed a pair of jeans from his overnight bag and slid into them. He also grabbed the handful of condoms he’d tossed in before leaving home.
    She’d brought condoms. He’d brought condoms. Damn. They could have all the monkey sex, protected monkey sex they wanted. She’d brought regular, no frills rubbers and him, well, she was going to be very surprised at the rainbow of colors he brought.
    He combed out his hair, then set up his laptop on the small side table beside the chair in the corner. As it booted up, he took his cell out into the hallway and placed a couple of calls. He couldn’t wait to see the look on Liz’s face when she woke up to see what he’d done while she was sleeping. She was going to be completely surprised. There likely weren’t enough surprises in her life, enough people to do things for her, nice things, out of the ordinary things, but he could, he had and he intended to do more. He wanted to spoil her, treat her