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  She couldn’t help but rub the top of his bald head as he touched her, imagining how it would feel to have her hands on the similar bald head between his legs. As soon as his lips reached the top of her strip of pubic hair, she clenched the duvet cover with all her strength. She was going to lose it, and he hadn’t even entered her yet.

  Her body quivered, causing Marcus to come to an abrupt stop. “Syd, are you alright?” he asked, panicked. Propping his elbows on the bed to hold his own weight, he now had her face cupped in his hands and tried to look in her eyes. He could feel wetness on his fingers. She was crying. “Did I hurt you somehow?” He felt her shake her head no but didn’t make a sound. “Is this too much for you?”

  “I was married for almost twenty years and have never felt so glorified.” She sniffled. “I haven’t even known you twenty hours and already feel totally cultivated by you.”

  “Babe, I don’t know why you’ve never been put up on a pedestal, but I do know that you desire to be, and I want to be the one who keeps you there.” He placed a sensuous kiss on her lips.

  Sydney reached her arms around Marcus’ neck and pulled him down to return the kiss. Her breathe caught as his erection brushed up against her clit. “I know it’s been a while, but there’s something odd about your penis.”

  Startled by her revelation, Marcus equivocated, “Um, I’m not sure you’re gonna be ready for that oddity. Maybe we should call it a night.” He quickly kissed her and rolled aside.

  As surprised as she was by his suggestion, she wasn’t sure she was actually ready for whatever was going to happen next. With agreement, she rolled out of bed and ran to the bathroom to retrieve the complementary robe.

  Marcus took this as a chance to flip on the light and gather his clothes from the floor. Sydney returned from the bathroom and stood in the doorway with her arms wrapped around her waist, holding the robe closed, as she watched Marcus dress. He had already put his boxer briefs on but it was totally worth watching the rest of the show.

  Approaching Sydney standing in the doorway, he leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. “Can I see you tomorrow?”

  “Are you sure you wanna go there again?”

  “It would be my pleasure to start all over again.”

  The pleasure would be all mine, Sydney thought. Then she remembered she hadn’t really packed to leave her room. “What did you have in mind, ‘cause I really didn’t pack to go out.”

  “How about I come back to your room later in the afternoon. We could order room service and a movie and just hang?” He wanted to spend the entire day with her, but he was in Vegas on business and needed to get some work done.

  “That would be perfect. This way I won’t have to make another trip to the boutique.”

  “As much as I’d love to stay locked up in this room with you babe, we are going to go out again, and you will have to go back to the boutique. However, I’ll go with you next time.”

  Without an argument, she walked up to Marcus and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “Fine.”

  He reached for the door, and turned to her. “Get a good night’s sleep. You’re going to need the energy tomorrow.” Then he was gone.

  Sydney went to bed wishing she had packed her vibrator.

  As soon as Marcus returned to his own suite, he stripped naked, got into the shower, and beat off to the memories of the evening.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Wow, it‘s noon already. Sydney had slept the entire morning away. Memories of last night flooded back. I am in Las Vegas, right? Magical things only happen when you’re at Disney. Holy Shit! What did I almost do? She couldn’t help but notice that she almost felt happy. She hadn’t felt this way in a very long time.

  After climbing out of bed, Sydney cuddled in her complementary robe and began to read a book on her Kindle. She couldn’t even get through one page. It was too easy to substitute the events of the book with the events of last night. Her life was becoming a contemporary romance.

  As she glanced across the room, she spotted the silver pumps Marcus had bought her. Like a little kid she scurried over and put them on. It made her feel like she had a piece of him there. She paraded around the room in them for a short time, still wearing them she returned to the couch.

  She considered posting something about her trip on Facebook, but couldn’t come up with the right words. Was she ready for other people to know about Marcus? She didn’t even know anything about Marcus. Even though they had flown out of the same airport, she didn’t know where he was from or what he did for work.

  He said he was here on business. Sydney wondered what kind of job would require him to come to Las Vegas. Did it really matter? He was here, and that was all that mattered.

  Could Philippe have sent him to her? She had been so lonely the last six months. He wouldn’t want her to be alone the rest of her life. She knew she wouldn’t want that for him if the situation were reversed. But it had only been six months. What would people think or say? She had come to Vegas to make a change in her life. She wasn’t going to worry about what other people said or thought. Sydney wanted to do what made her happy. And right now, Marcus made her happy.

  Realizing the time, she quickly got in the shower. She made sure to spend extra time shaving. If she was to get completely naked again, she wanted to make sure she felt smooth. She brushed her teeth, combed her hair into a loose bun on the top of her head, and dressed in her sweats and a t-shirt.

  Sydney couldn’t fathom in her mind what would happen today. Last night was so unimaginable. She’d just have to wait and see.

  * * * *

  When Marcus arrived, Sydney opened the door wearing a T-shirt with Woody from Toy Story on it. It looked like it might have been one of her kids’ shirts. It barely reached the top of her gray sweat pants. They were at least two sizes too big but hung so tantalizingly on her hips.

  “Woody, really?”

  “I love Woody.”

  “Woody and I would like to come in,” he quipped holding his hand open, palm up, pointing to his crotch.

  Sydney laughed. Marcus wore a plain white t-shirt, gray sweatpants, and those high top sneakers, but Sydney still thought he looked amazing. As he entered, he kicked off his sneakers. “Am I dressed okay?” Marcus asked. “I figured you only had sweats, so I wore mine.”

  “We almost match again,” she noted.

  “I always wear something gray, it’s my favorite color. I could take them off if you prefer,” he offered in a playful voice.

  “No, no, not just yet.” She needed to regroup before they got naked again. Marcus had a mischievous grin on his face. She knew he was having lecherous thoughts. In one quick moment, he had his tongue so far down her throat that she swore she could feel it in her belly.

  “Well, good afternoon to you,” she said while licking his taste from her lips.

  “Hope you slept well last night,” he replied with a wink.

  “Actually, I haven’t slept till noon since I was a teenager. I think I could run a marathon.”

  “Well, keep that thought, only you won’t be running.”

  Is he implying that we’re going to have a marathon of sex?

  Marcus ordered room service and made his way to the couch. He snuggled into the corner, and motioned for Sydney to join him. She did but sat on the far end.

  Sydney sat folded up like an accordion, her knees tucked close to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around them. Besides being extremely nervous of what could or would happen, she was trying to hide the erect nipples that were visible under her already tight t-shirt.

  “I wore my comfy, cozy clothes, hoping we could cuddle while we watch a movie. Can’t cuddle with you all the way back in Philly. You could move closer. I won’t bite, but that isn’t a promise,” he said with a smirk. “Even in that outfit, you look good enough to eat.”

  He extended one leg on the couch and dropped the other to the ground, making an opening invitation to his crotch. Sydney slid her body across th
e couch right into the opening.

  His scent of fresh rain and musk encouraged her to lounge against his chest. With the slightest intake of breath, she could inhale that smell at any time. She settled more deeply into the comfort of his body.

  Marcus dropped his arm over her shoulder with his hand hanging right in front of her tit. He couldn’t resist. He began to ever so slightly brush his thumb over her still erect nipple. With his free hand, he scrolled through the movie listings on the TV.

  Sydney felt like she was floating in a bubble. Between his scent and the amazing way his fingers made her feel, she thought she would become overwhelmed with sensation. All of a sudden, that bubble popped. The moment she felt a sharp poke in her side, she twisted and rose to her knees. She planted her hands on his pecks. She could now feel his breath making short bursts of air on her face.

  He knew it wouldn’t be long before the sensual feeling of rubbing her nipple would register down south. His dick had never been so hard. It was almost painful.

  Her reaction surprised him. Instead of sending her retreating, it brought her up close and personal. Face to face with her, Marcus reminded himself to breath. He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her closer.

  “I’m sorry, but just being near you sends my hormones into overdrive. Actually, being able to touch you sends them directly to my dick.”

  Sydney felt a stab of guilt. She really wanted to be with Marcus, but this new provocative side to her was scary. Sydney was supposed to have forever with Philippe, and now that couldn’t happen. With Marcus, she had a second chance at happiness, and she was going to act on it.

  Philippe, I will always love you, but I need to move on in order to feel complete again.

  Shoving all doubts aside, she covered Marcus’ his mouth with hers. Her hands cupped the side of his face as she ran her tongue over his teeth. She rubbed his earlobes between her thumb and index fingers while her vajayjay ground against his flag pole of an erection.

  After she had her fill of his mouth, she moved her lips to his ear, replacing her fingers with her lips, she sucked in his earlobe several times before moving her way down his neck, lingering at the top of his crew neck t-shirt. Her hands glided from his biceps to just above his sweatpants. She sled them under his shirt and flat on his abdomen, pulling the hem back up to his neck and over his head to reveal his upper body.

  Now was her chance to examine his tattoos. A dragon’s body started under his left arm and wrapped behind his back and over his shoulder with part of the dragon’s wing on his left shoulder and the head reaching just above his left nipple. A tribal tattoo with red ink randomly placed within it adorned his right shoulder.

  Seductively, she placed kisses all over his chest. She circled her tongue around each nipple before moving down to his six pack. Two Japanese symbols, one over the other, marked his abs right above his navel. As Sydney traced the “V” where his lower abs met his hip flexors with her index fingers, she noticed the little chameleon tattoo just below his waistband.

  “Really, a chameleon? Not that I get the significance of the others, but at least they’re manly. This seems too boyish.”

  Grabbing her by the wrists, Marcus jerked her back to meet his face. “It’s a warning,” he said, and then gave her a quick smooch.

  A warning? Now her curiosity was peeked. “Should I be scared?”

  The grin that he wore across his face indicated that she should be scared, very scared.

  “You choose whether you want to continue on the little sexual quest you’ve begun or if you’re happy with half the package.”

  Sydney was not going through all that seductive bull shit again. Before she even knew it, her hands found his waistband. Slowly, she peeled the heavy jersey material down, first exposing the softest ringlets of dark black hair and couldn’t resist the temptation to insert her finger into one and pull. She was so giddy with excitement that she laughed. That’s when she saw it. If possible the grin on Marcus’ face grew even bigger at her sharp intake of air and bulging eyes.

  Sydney expected the enormous penis but not the barbell that was pierced through it.

  “It’s an apadrayva.” He explained, “I got it as a dare in college.”

  “What college did you go to?” was all she could muster while her brain was still deciphering the recent discovery.

  “Steven’s Institute of Technology.” He could practically hear the crickets. “We were being stereotyped as geeks, my manhood was in question, and they dared me to do the manliest thing they could come up with. Obviously we were drinking, heavily, and the next thing I know we’re crossing the river into New York. I woke up to it the next afternoon.” Marcus paused to catch his breath. “It does its job,” he said as the smile returned to his face.

  Well, now I know his name, his age, his favorite color, and where he went to college. That’s enough for me.

  As they stared at each other, quiet knocking on the door escalated to a pounding, finally breaking the trance between them. Sydney got up to retrieve the room service cart. She was curious to see what Marcus had ordered. Oysters, Baby Back Ribs with extra sauce, fruit salad with strawberries, kiwi, mango and pineapple chunks, chocolate mousse pie, a can of whip cream, and a bottle of wine.

  “With the way your body looks, I know this is not your typical lunch. What’s up?” Sydney asked.

  “I figured that if we were spending the afternoon in, we ought to have a little fun with all your aphrodisiac foods,” Marcus replied as he reached for the bottle of wine.

  “I hope this doesn’t come off as being easy, but I don’t need all this food to make me hot for you. You alone do that.”

  “Oh really, then why are we still standing here? I recall you were on some kinda expedition. Care to finish your exploring?” There was that grin. It seemed to have made a permanent home on his face.

  “I’ve never started something I couldn’t finish, and I’m pretty sure I’ve already discovered the treasure. But I am feeling a little hungry. Maybe we should eat.” Sydney pushed the cart closer to the couch.

  Marcus returned to the couch and poured two glasses of wine. “Come, we’ll eat over here,” he said, waving his hand at Sydney.

  Sydney grabbed a glass of wine and immediately reached for the oysters.

  “Wow, I wasn’t sure you’d even eat the oysters.” Marcus was pleasantly surprised.

  “I’m Italian. Of course I eat oysters. I’m just not crazy about spare ribs. You can have them.”

  Marcus was fine with that. He planned on making such a mess that Sydney would be more than willing to clean him up.

  When Sydney finished off all the oysters, the bottle of wine was completely empty, and Marcus had barbeque sauce all over his face and down his chest, he didn’t even have to ask. She was all over it. Her tantalizing tongue worked its magic. Marcus was stiff as concrete. He didn’t know how much more he’d be able to handle before his balls started to turn blue.

  After Sydney had had her full of barbeque sauce she started on the fruit salad. She fed Marcus a pineapple chunk and then popped a kiwi into her own mouth. Marcus grabbed a strawberry and ever so gently squeezed it before placing it into her mouth, causing the juices to drip down her chin. The mango was just as juicy as the strawberries, and Sydney took the opportunity to return the favor of covering Marcus with juice.

  By the time they finished the fruit salad, they were both completely covered in juice and extremely sticky.

  “Would you mind if I use your shower to clean up?” Marcus was already removing his pants and socks. “You can join me if you like, but you‘ll have to take your clothes off.”

  It suddenly became apparent to Sydney that this was Marcus’ way of seeing her naked in the light. With some hesitation, she removed her sweats but kept her shirt on.

  Marcus started the water and turned to help Sydney into the shower when he noticed she still wore her Woody shirt. “Come on, you’re not seriously gonna shower with that shirt on.”

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��It’s been a long time since anyone has seen me naked in the light. I’m not as tight as you think I am. I’ve had four babies, and even though I try to stay in shape, my body refuses to cooperate.”

  “You’re the hottest mama I’ve ever seen.”

  Sydney never liked the way “mama” sounded; she especially didn’t let her kids call her that. However coming from Marcus with his husky male rasp, the word sent waves of heat through her body. Now she couldn’t keep the shirt on. Between that and the hot steam from the shower, she was completely hot and bothered.

  Pushing Marcus under the water, she crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed the hem of the shirt, and yanked it over her head. She dropped the shirt to the floor as she stepped into the shower.

  All of a sudden the water went cold.

  “Are you trying to freeze my nipples off? It’s really cold. Isn‘t that gonna work against us?”

  “After the lunch we just had, and now you standing in front of me butt naked, I’m pretty sure that if you just open your mouth, I’m gonna blow my load.”

  Without moving her eyes from Marcus, Sydney reached down and firmly but gently wrapped her fingers around his member and began moving her fist up and down in a slow, steady motion.

  Soft moans escaped his mouth. She formed a ring with her thumb and index finger, placed it at the base of his shaft and applied light pressure while fondling his testicles with her other hand.

  “Syd, I really can’t …”

  Looking down, she continued stroking his shaft with one hand. With the other, she gently messaged the skin between his ass and balls. She could’ve sworn she saw his toes curl.

  “OH. MY. GOD.”

  His body began to convulse. Semen was gushing like someone had turned on the faucet.

  Sydney continued stroking until the very last drop was out. She reached for the soap, lathered her hands up and cleaned him, starting at his penis, then his balls, followed by his inner thigh, down to his knee, his left foot, then right, back up to his knee, and then his other inner thigh.