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She couldn’t think; she couldn’t breathe. All she felt was the pleasure building even higher than before as he drove into her again and again.
“You’re. Coming. Again,” he grunted out each word each time he pushed fully into her.
Her head moved back and forth and she felt tears on her cheeks. The pleasure was too sharp, too strong; she didn’t think she could orgasm again like this; it was too much.
“Again. Again,” he repeated the word over and over every time he breached her body.
His strokes became faster and harder. He pounded into her furiously, chanting “again.” All she felt was the pleasure as it overwhelmed her. She didn’t know if she was close to orgasming or not, the pleasure was too intense. She knew he was about to climax when his thrusts became wild and frantic. Suddenly his hand was between them and he thumbed and pinched her clit sending her soaring over the edge, screaming as she felt his hot release eject into her. He kept pumping into her, his release continuing as the waves of her orgasm kept her inner muscles clenching him, wringing every drop of semen out of him.
When he was finally spent, he pulled out of her and sat off on the side of the bed, picking up the washcloth again and very gently cleaning her for the third time this morning.
Beth felt like she was floating. She could hardly feel her limbs; everything felt numb from the pleasure. Her eyelids felt like a million pounds as she forced them open to watch him as he cleaned her and then himself before taking the washcloth back into the bathroom. They must have drifted closed again, because she struggled to open them as she realized she was being lifted to lie the right way on the bed, with her head on the pillow of his arm as he lay next to her, holding her.
Always has to do things the proper way.
With a small smile, in her pleasure-filled stupor, she caught his gaze, “I like you, Mr. Darcy. Too much, I think. Definitely too much…” She trailed off as she lost her train of thought and the ability to keep her eyes open. Drifting off to sleep she thought she heard his soft response, “I think I love you.” Darcy would never say those things though; it was just her dream.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Beth woke alone,again, in the giant bed in Darcy’s bedroom. The impression of where he had lain with her was still evident on the covers next to her.Well, at least I didn’t imagine that part.At some point though he had gotten up before her. Looking at the clock on his side of the bed, she saw it was almost noon and that she’d napped for almost an hour. To be honest, she still felt completely drained.Who knew sex was so exhausting?
This time when she sat up in bed, she saw a complete outfit folded and set out on the chair by the door. Draped over the back of the chair was a garment bag with her dress in it from the night that looked like it had been dry-cleaned. Her shoes were sitting next to the chair along with her purse and a pair of flip flops. She picked up the bra and underwear on the chair, examining them and wondering how Darcy had figured out her size. She put them on and pulled on the jeans and a white t-shirt that was folded underneath. Slipping her feet into the correctly sized Valentino flip flops, she deduced that Darcy had had all of her clothes taken and cleaned this morning which allowed him, or more likely someone who worked for him, to go out and get her an outfit and shoes.Very sneaky.It still warmed her on the inside to know that he had gone through so much trouble when she had a change of clothes waiting in her room on the fifth floor. Quickly stopping in the bathroom to pee again, she tossed her hair up in a messy bun since it had only semi-dried while she had napped.
Walking more confidently out of the bedroom this time, she glanced at the living room and into the dining room looking for Darcy. Not seeing him, she stood in the main entryway and looked around. To her left were two doors that were closed, to the right was another, shorter hallway. She chose to explore that hall first, discovering first a private gym on the left, and the kitchen at the end of the hallway; neither contained the man she was looking for. Moving back to the center of the apartment, she crossed the main hall andknocked on the set of closed double doors she had seen on the left - no response. Finding the doors unlocked, she opened them to enter into Darcy’s office. She was surprised to see a small mess of papers on the desk, whereas everything else was excessively organized; he must have left in a hurry. Leaving the room, she closed the doors behind her, turning to the only door left. It opened into a short extension of the hallway and contained three more closed doors: one on the left, one on the right, and one straight ahead. The door on the left opened into a spare bedroom, seemingly untouched by Darcy. The door on the right led back out to the main entrance to the suite. The third door, at the end of the hall, however, was locked. What was strange was that she noticed the doorknob could be locked from the outside; none of the other knobs in the suite were like that.
What are you hiding?
She heard a knock on the front door of the suite and quickly turned around not wanting to be caught snooping. She looked out of the peephole to see a room service cart sitting outside. Opening the door, she was greeted by an elderly woman in a hotel uniform.
“Good afternoon, m’dear,” she said, giving Beth a warm smile, “I’m Mrs. Grace. I’ve brought up some lunch for you. Mr. William said you might be hungry.”
“Oh. Ok, thank you.” Beth moved aside and opened the door wider allowing Mrs. Grace to push the cart into the suite. Surprised that the older woman called Darcy by his first name, she wondered if she knew what happened to him. “Do you know where Mr. Darcy is?”
“Oh, no I don’t, dear. He just gave a call a little earlier to make sure there was lunch brought up for his guest.” When she saw Beth’s face fall at the news she continued, “I’m sure he wouldn’t leave you here without an explanation. He is a man, of course, so we can’t have too high of an expectation for him,” she paused here to chuckle at her joke which made Beth smile, “but I’ve known him for a long time and that’s not like Mr. William, always very courteous.” She finished her thought with a reassuring smile for Beth. “Did you check for a note?”
This woman clearly didn’t know Darcy that well, or she would know he was infamous for leaving without explanation.
“Ahh, no… I didn’t.”
“Well, I would do that. I’m sure he would have left something. Anyhow, dear, I’ve brought you up some iced tea and turkey and ham sandwiches. I wasn’t sure which you would like.” She uncovered the dishes as she spoke, unveiling two giant sandwiches; her stomach grumbled loudly at the sight.
“How long have you known him?” Beth inquired.
“Ahh, yes well, I’ve been his housekeeper these twenty-odd years now, whether he’s in an actual house, apartment, or hotel suite; I take care of it. I used to work for his father at the family house and then when he passed, Mr. William asked if I would be willing to travel with him to keep everything in order. So right now this lovely space is his home for the time being.” Mrs. Grace smiled warmly at her, “Well, eat up! I’ll be back in a little while to take the tray and clean the suite. Just hit the number one on the phone if you need anything before then, dear.” Gathering the lids, she promptly left the room, closing the front door behind her.
She was really hungry; she hadn’t even realized how much until the food appeared. Her hunger was only superseded by her annoyance with Darcy for disappearing again.A note.She hadn’t even thought to look or check her phone. Jogging back in the bedroom, she saw her phone still sitting on the nightstand with a white sheet of paper resting beside it. Picking up the paper she read his note.
Beth,
A friend called about an urgent matter that he needed my assistance with. I apologize for leaving, but I didn’t want to wake you.
I’m having my housekeeper make you some lunch.
I’ll see you when I get back,
Darcy
Not exactly a love note, but at least it was something. She picked up her phone sending a message to Jane and Char that she would call them soon. First, she needed food.
