Page 24 of Yours to Conquer

Anthony gives me a wary look. “Okay, but if you’re not completely back to normal by noon, we aren’t going.” According to Anthony’s tone, there will be no discussing the matter.

“Don’t be silly. Even if I can’t go, you should. There are so many people who want to see you and hear about the new club.” I try to lift my head to look at him.

“We’ll talk about it later. Try to go back to sleep. I’m going to make you some mint tea and dry toast.”

I wake up several hours later next to Anthony. He has his laptop on his legs and is deeply concentrating on something. I roll over and snuggle next to his hip.

“Good morning. How are you feeling?” He brushes the loose strands of my hair away from my face.

“Better. I’m dehydrated, but I feel fine. I feel terrific. It was definitely the spicy foods. What time is it?” I stretch like a cat, trying to erase the kinks from a morning spent in bed.

“I put some tea in the carafe by your side of the bed. I also brought down some saltines in case you needed them. We didn’t have any bread for toast.” He puts his laptop to the side and reaches over to pour me some tea.

“Thanks. You didn’t need to stay here with me. You would have probably been more productive at your desk.” I sit up and sip the tea. It’s still piping hot, so I’m forced to blow on it to cool it down. “What are you looking at?”

“I got the report from security this morning, and there is no sign of anyone serving the young lady a drink in the club. In fact, she left Ahz at nine o’clock.”

“That’s excellent news. I had no idea it was a girl. So, will the issue just go away?” I ask hopefully.

“No, although the burden of proof is on the police department, we’ll do our investigation. I have hired another private investigator tofind out where she went after she left there. The parking garage video shows her walking out of Ahz, and she looks sober. I feel some relief at that, but the press is still going to eat us alive.”

“I don’t understand why they always go for the jugular. I suppose it’s whatever gets them a headline,” I sigh.

“I guess.” Setting everything aside, he scoots down the bed and lays his head in my lap. I ran my fingers through his hair. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay home?” he asks.

“No, I feel fine. I just need to take a shower to feel human again. Where are my bags from yesterday?” I haven’t seen them since I left Ahz.

“I hung everything up in the closet. I love that dress. It’s a great color for you.” He lifts his head from my lap and sits up in bed.

Peeling myself away from him, I climb out of bed and walk to the closet. There it is, hanging just where he said it would be. He’s such a considerate man.

“Do you want to shower with me?” I smile at him, giving him my best come-hither look. “You look like you could use some stress relief.”

That is all it takes to get him moving. He is up and strips naked in seconds flat. The shower is being turned on, and our towels are already on the counter. Anthony is quick when he’s properly motivated.

I slowly remove my T-shirt and underwear and climb into the shower with him. I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him close to me. His hands reach for the shower gel, and he begins his thorough cleansing of my body. He spends extra time on my girly parts.

By the time he reaches for the hand-held shower nozzle, I’m so weak in the knees I have to sit down. The tile of the built-in seat feels cold against my bottom and the swollen lips of my overheated center.

Looking forward, I’m eye to snake eye with Anthony. Hiserection bobs in front of me. I wrap my lips around his girth and draw him into my mouth. The sound of his gasp is all I need to motivate me. I now focus my complete attention on his pleasure. I ease him in and out slowly. I know the pace is torturous to him. The feel of my tongue as it slides along the opening of his head causes him to shudder. The shower nozzle falls from his hand and crashes to the floor. I grab the firm globes of his ass and pull him deep into my mouth in one mighty thrust. His quick intake of air coaxes me to continue. To suck him slowly but completely, making sure his length is in the warm folds of my mouth.

The water is running down my face as I pull away and look up to his eyes. They are dark with passion, hooded, and sleepy looking. Noticing quickly that the source of his pleasure has pulled away, he reaches down to grab the pulsing shower nozzle and places it between my aching thighs. The force of the stream makes me shudder as the pulse of the water beats against my swollen flesh. I spread my legs wider, opening myself to the pleasure he provides. I tense as my core tightens and my approaching orgasm crests.

Anthony pulls the stimulation away just before I peak. It seems to be our game. The anticipation is half the fun. The explosion of feeling once you do climax is the reward for waiting. He lifts me from the seat and sits in my place. With my back to him, he lowers me onto his length. The feeling of fullness sends bolts of electricity to my core. My insides are like molten lava. His hands guide my hips up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. His right hand slips around to my front to stimulate my swollen, achy sex. Arching my back, I fall against him as I cry out his name. I clench around his girth as my climax milks him with every thrust—his body tenses just before he moans in pleasure.

We sit in silence, trying to regain enough strength to finish our shower. After several minutes, I pick up the discarded shower nozzle and rinse. The still tender flesh quivers beneath the strong spray, forcing me to stand and hold on to the wall. I hang the showerheadback in its place and make quick work of washing Anthony. He leans naked against the tile wall while I scrub him from head to toe. No words are spoken, but I try to convey everything I feel with the touch of my hands and the song singing in my soul.

I slidemy feet into the flesh-colored pumps and stand upright. Anthony is finishing up by tying his emerald-green tie around his neck. I love the way he always tries to coordinate his clothes with whatever I’m wearing.

I walk over to him and ask for help with my new jewelry. He takes the chain and fastens the latch at the back of my neck. Pulling my hair out of the way, he kisses my neck and lets my hair fall down my back. Wrapping his hands around my waist, he pulls me against his chest. We stand in front of the mirror, looking at our reflection. Even in my shoes, he stands a few inches taller than me. I’m not a tiny woman, but his broad swimmer’s shoulders dwarf me.

“You didn’t get your swim in today.” I turn toward him and straighten out the slight kink in his tie.

“I didn’t want to leave you when you were feeling so poorly. I ended up taking part in a much more satisfying water sport later this morning.” His brilliant white teeth show gradually as his luscious, full lips open in a broad grin. His smile is disarming. “I’m so glad you’re feeling better. I thought maybe you had food poisoning. Food poisoning can be brutal and last for days.”

“Nope, just a weak stomach. I’ll have to be careful what I eat today and no alcohol for me. I’ll be the designated driver if you’d like.”

“And let you drive my beloved sports car? I gasp in horror at the thought,” he teases. “I’ll drive there, and you can drive home if I drink anything.”

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