Page 28 of Encore

I soar to the heavens once more.

I fly over the sights of Paris, beyond the Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe, past Versailles and the Palais Garnier, into the clanging church bells of Notre-Dame, which reverberate endlessly through my head. When I finally come down, I look over my shoulder, and his lips meet mine.

After a sweeping kiss, he breaks it. “Maddie, Maddie…”

“Yeah?”

“I wish I could give you more orgasms, but I have to come. I have to come.”

“God yes, please…”

He thrusts once, twice, three more times, and then stays embedded inside my pussy.

And I feel each pulse.

He stays inside me for a few moments, and then he pulls out, turns me over, leans down, and kisses my shoulders and then my lips.

“My God, Maddie,” he says. “You’re amazing.”

“Just what I needed…” Then I sigh and close my eyes.

My eyes pop open to the sun streaming in through the window.

I have no idea what time it was when I finally fell asleep.

But I was so relaxed after Dave and I?—

I jerk upward into a sitting position.

“Dave?”

He’s not here. He probably went to the bathroom.

“Dave?” I get out of bed and head to the bathroom. The door is closed, so I knock.

No reply.

I open the door, walk into a dark room. “Dave?”

But already I know he’s not here.

His room is right across from mine. He probably went back to take a shower and get dressed.

I grab my key, throw a robe around my body, and walk across the hallway to knock on his door.

No response.

I knock again, this time louder.

No response again.

“Where did he go?” I ask out loud.

I go back to my own room, grab my phone to?—

Damn. I don’t have Dave’s number. I can’t text him or call him and find out where he is or if he’s okay. If he doesn’t have a roaming plan, I may not be able to get in contact with him anyway.

I check the time on my phone. Ten a.m.

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