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sun rise made her feel. The dawn was full of freshness, new beginnings, and eternity. It was a promise yet to be fulfilled, a chance for something wonderful to happen.
Secretly, she was working on a book of sunrises. Many of them were photographed, but an increasing number were painted. She was in the process of experimenting with watercolors and acrylics. The vision she had for her book had evolved. Where she first thought to have it consist of photographs, she now wanted it to mostly feature her paintings.
Her apartment didn’t have the best light to support her pursuits, but she compensated by purchasing powerful lights.
Today, she missed the dawn by several hours. When her eyes flew open—she had never been one to wake slowly—Samantha knew she had missed her chance. It was something she expected. Even if she hadn’t spent a few pleasure-filled hours with Stefano and Alexei, yesterday had been a big day and last night had been a late night.
Truthfully, she had been tired when she knocked on their door.
Bodies pressed against hers on either side. One curved along her backside, a little underneath her. Half her body rested on top of him. A hand on her shoulder and a cheek pressed against the top of her head belonged to him. The other body faced hers. His hand rested on her thigh and his face was buried between her breasts.
She squelched the beginnings of possessiveness that started to unfurl in her chest. It felt good to wake up sandwiched between two handsome men who had both proven to be fantastic lovers, but this was a one-time thing. She had no right to feel anything other than sated.
The scant light glowing from behind the heavy curtains gave her barely enough light to see them. The small differences that helped her differentiate between Alexei and Stefano disappeared when they slept. However, a bit of intuition told her that Stefano’s head was the one in her breasts. She had no proof, but it didn’t really matter.
Gently, she lifted Stefano’s hand from her and eased his face back. He inhaled sharply, breathing deep before settling back into his slumber.
The sheet had slipped down in the night. She had no memory of getting under it, and her men had provided plenty of body heat to combat the coolness seeping from the air conditioner under the window.
Crawling from bed was simple.
She had a pressing need to use the bathroom, but she didn’t want to wake Lex or Stef. The awkwardness of the morning after wasn’t something she was eager to face.
Snatching her dress from where she had draped it over a chair, she pulled it on and zipped it up. She found her bra on the floor, but her panties were missing. Alexei had taken them on the small terrace when he had thanked her for saving him from a drunken guest.
She had no intention of looking through his pockets for them. If he wanted to keep her panties, he was welcome to them. Still, she glanced around the room, making sure they weren’t lying in plain sight.
With a shake of her head, she dismissed it all. It was over. She glanced back at the bed. Their sprawled bodies were two silhouettes in the semidarkness. The sigh of longing was impossible to quash.
Closing the door as quietly as possible, she fled to the safety of her own room. It was down the hall and around the corner from theirs, but they couldn’t know that.
A half hour later, she had showered, dressed, and packed. She might have dreams of being an artist, but it wasn’t the job that paid the bills. After graduating from design school, she had hopped from job to job, trying to find something that suited her. While she was good at most of them, they didn’t touch her soul the way photography and painting did.
Her current job was something many people would love to have. She had Sabrina’s mother to thank for it. In a casual conversation at Thanksgiving the year before, Melinda Breszewski had mentioned she knew the owner of a large luxury travel company. She traveled extensively, letting
Secretly, she was working on a book of sunrises. Many of them were photographed, but an increasing number were painted. She was in the process of experimenting with watercolors and acrylics. The vision she had for her book had evolved. Where she first thought to have it consist of photographs, she now wanted it to mostly feature her paintings.
Her apartment didn’t have the best light to support her pursuits, but she compensated by purchasing powerful lights.
Today, she missed the dawn by several hours. When her eyes flew open—she had never been one to wake slowly—Samantha knew she had missed her chance. It was something she expected. Even if she hadn’t spent a few pleasure-filled hours with Stefano and Alexei, yesterday had been a big day and last night had been a late night.
Truthfully, she had been tired when she knocked on their door.
Bodies pressed against hers on either side. One curved along her backside, a little underneath her. Half her body rested on top of him. A hand on her shoulder and a cheek pressed against the top of her head belonged to him. The other body faced hers. His hand rested on her thigh and his face was buried between her breasts.
She squelched the beginnings of possessiveness that started to unfurl in her chest. It felt good to wake up sandwiched between two handsome men who had both proven to be fantastic lovers, but this was a one-time thing. She had no right to feel anything other than sated.
The scant light glowing from behind the heavy curtains gave her barely enough light to see them. The small differences that helped her differentiate between Alexei and Stefano disappeared when they slept. However, a bit of intuition told her that Stefano’s head was the one in her breasts. She had no proof, but it didn’t really matter.
Gently, she lifted Stefano’s hand from her and eased his face back. He inhaled sharply, breathing deep before settling back into his slumber.
The sheet had slipped down in the night. She had no memory of getting under it, and her men had provided plenty of body heat to combat the coolness seeping from the air conditioner under the window.
Crawling from bed was simple.
She had a pressing need to use the bathroom, but she didn’t want to wake Lex or Stef. The awkwardness of the morning after wasn’t something she was eager to face.
Snatching her dress from where she had draped it over a chair, she pulled it on and zipped it up. She found her bra on the floor, but her panties were missing. Alexei had taken them on the small terrace when he had thanked her for saving him from a drunken guest.
She had no intention of looking through his pockets for them. If he wanted to keep her panties, he was welcome to them. Still, she glanced around the room, making sure they weren’t lying in plain sight.
With a shake of her head, she dismissed it all. It was over. She glanced back at the bed. Their sprawled bodies were two silhouettes in the semidarkness. The sigh of longing was impossible to quash.
Closing the door as quietly as possible, she fled to the safety of her own room. It was down the hall and around the corner from theirs, but they couldn’t know that.
A half hour later, she had showered, dressed, and packed. She might have dreams of being an artist, but it wasn’t the job that paid the bills. After graduating from design school, she had hopped from job to job, trying to find something that suited her. While she was good at most of them, they didn’t touch her soul the way photography and painting did.
Her current job was something many people would love to have. She had Sabrina’s mother to thank for it. In a casual conversation at Thanksgiving the year before, Melinda Breszewski had mentioned she knew the owner of a large luxury travel company. She traveled extensively, letting
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