Page 23 of Eight Naughty Notes

EPILOGUE

Christmas Day

“You are going to have to tell me how you were able to convince Dr. Hughes to give us both ten days off—at Christmas—no less.”

“Are you sure you want to spend this time talking about how I had to beg the old man for this reprieve?”

“Beg. You? Say it isn’t so.”

“Why is that so hard to believe? I had to practically beg you to give us a second chance, Tori.”

His begging got him everything he wanted out of me too.

“I’ve not heard you complaining.”

“And you never will.”

I smiled at that.

“But let’s just say, Diane has put him in a joyous mood this holiday,” he added.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“Wow. I suspected she liked him a lot but never imagined it would go anywhere.”

“It seems to have gone a lot of where. I’m looking at them as Mr. and Mrs. Clause at this point. They’ve been awfully generous in granting wishes for staff this holiday. I think with the pandemic and just the typical weight of caring for the children, we all needed a way to relax.”

“Well, hopefully he enjoys the Alps. I’m sure he needs a break too.”

“With Diane.”

“Yes, of course. We all need someone to help us take a load off.”

We both grew silent, too deep in our thoughts to even worry about filling the space in with mindless words. Some things no longer had to be talked about between two destined lovers.

At present, we lounged in a large porcelain tub filled with jasmine-scented cooling water and some amazing bathing oil. Petals from some exotic flower stuck to his dark thigh, peeking out from out of the water. I leaned back into his broad wet chest, too sated to care about how shriveled up my fingers and toes had become. This cruise had been just what I needed. Between gliding down the Nile in a luxury cruise ship that provided us both with couples massages, world-class prepared meals, and lavish accommodations to exiting the ship daily for private excursions allowing us to see the history of our people as we explored the Valley of the Kings, Valley of the Queens, and King Tut’s tomb, there was not a thing I could or would complain about. We also learned about the Pyramids of Giza, saw the Khan Khalili Bazaar at night, and when we boarded the ship, made love on the deck under the stars. I had no idea what Christian said to Dr. Hughes that convinced him to redistribute my workload to the other doctors within the clinic for this amount of time, but I couldn’t fuss with him about it when from the moment we departed, I felt my spirit had silently yearned for the getaway.

So far away my mind had traveled, I wasn’t sure if he had been calling my name for long.

“Tori.”

“Hmmm?”

“You okay, baby?”

‘Better than okay. You okay, darling?”

Rather than answering me, he started to extricate himself from up behind me in the tub. The movements produced enough commotion in the water surrounding me that I felt like I was caught up in the waves of the ocean. But the friction of his skin moving against mine, even at my back and the sides of my thighs sent me into another case of desire. Finally, after a few moments of maneuvering his way out of the tub, he stepped out onto the absorbent rug beside it. Without his warmth surrounding me, I began to grow cold. I looked up to find his rippled chocolate body gleaming from the water and the oil added it. He didn’t bother grabbing a towel and instead viewed me as I studied him. All man, beautiful, black man, and he was mine. His dick was heavy and hardening by the moment as if enjoying my attention. I licked my lips.

“Come out.”

“Aren’t you going to dry off?” I wanted to know. He reached out to help me out of the tub to stand in front of him.

“Not with a towel,” he murmured with a naughty gleam in his dark eyes.

“Sounds to me like you’ll need to employ the help of someone with removing every drop from your body.”

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