Page 39 of The High Price Of Loneliness

But once more, in the wee early morning hours, he found her a willing recipient of his between her open and aching thighs. He had taken her gently in the middle of the night with a softness she dreamed about. Afterward, he whispered, “I just can’t leave you alone,” before they both dozed back off to sleep.

She looked around the hotel suite, but no Edward anywhere. She found a note on the pillow, with a plastic room key next to her saying, “Meet me in the Club Lounge if you are hungry. Bring the card key to get in. Your Edward.”

She smiled at his pillow note and got up to get dressed and join him. Neither of them had packed an overnight bag, so her only option was to dress in the same outfit as the day prior.

She ran her fingers through her hair like a few strokes of some primitive hairbrush to make herself look halfway presentable. She was not as well put together as two nights ago at the gala, but perhaps Edward would overlook her imperfections in the morning glow. She took one more look in the mirror, Club Lounge card key in hand, and shrugged her shoulders. Off she went to find Edward.

She was relieved that the Club Lounge was not very crowded; just Edward sitting on a couch with a beautifully decorated table in front of him and a few other couples and one family spread sparsely around the lounge.Not a huge audience for her early morning look, she thought, thankfully. Edward looked up and smiled as she walked to him.

“How did you sleep?” he asked with a warm smile.

She smiled. “Great! Except I had a dream about you in the middle of the night, and it woke me up.”

He moved closer to hear more about it. “What was your dream about?”

“Well, we were here at the Ritz Carlton in our suite, deep asleep, and you woke me up first with your hands and then making love to me slowly and gently. It was so nice, it woke me,” she snickered a bit, pretending that she dreamt about his nocturnal mischief with her.

“I had the same dream,” he confessed. “Only in mine, you were the one who started it all.”

“Oh?” Angelica said, sitting next to Edward, snuggling into him to steal a sip of his coffee.

“Yes,” he continued. “It was all your fault, lying there looking so beautiful like an angel on the pillow next to me. I just couldn’t leave you alone.”

“I see. So that makes it my fault?” she said playfully, reaching down to his lap to discreetly grab a handful of Edward in public.

He didn’t move away but rather looked her in the eyes and said, “Careful, Ms. Hart, that you don’t get more trouble than you can handle. We do have the suite for several more hours, you know.”

With her aching loins and tired body mindfully needing a day of rest, she slowly and gently let go of the playful grab of his goods.

She smiled at him before looking downward demurely, whispering to him, “Yes, sir. I will behave.”

Edward smiled at his Kitten. Secretly, he liked this playful spunky side of her. It made her unpredictable and definitely harder to control when she was not wearing cuffs or a collar and leash during playtime.

A worthy adversary.

Gray shared, “I’ve been up since 4 a.m. and didn’t want to wake you in the suite, so I got dressed quietly and came over here for an early morning coffee.”

“That was thoughtful of you, but you could have stayed in the suite. There is a coffee machine in there, and I wouldn’t have minded.”

“You needed your rest, and I like to think quietly and read in the early morning hours, so the Club Lounge was ideal. I had the entire place to myself for quite some time.”

“Well, that’s good then,” she chimed in.

“So, I have been thinking this morning that we need an additional Agreement going forward, Angelica,” he said. “One that outlines my expectations of you and yours as well, such as your hard limits and other conditions that are important to you.”

Angelica listened to his request for more paperwork, and commented, “But we already signed the Confidentiality Agreement.”

Edward nodded. “Yes, I agree. But that does not cover situations like when we are out in public, such as the Straz black-tie event or your newly commenced advanced training, which absolutely needs to continue,” Gray said, thinking out loud. “I really want your consent and permission for that in writing. I think that would be best for both of us.”

Angelica thought about the security of a long-term Agreement with Edward and perhaps, even more, and said, “All right, Edward. I trust you, and if that is important to you, then I am fine with that.” She said agreeably, “What do you need me to do?”

He suggested, “Give me a couple of days to have it drawn up, and we can go over it together at my place.”

Angelica leaned into him. “If I say ok to everything now, will you feed me? I am famished!” she said, smiling into her soft kiss on his cheek.

Edward beamed basking in her early morning glow, helped her up off the couch, and said, “Let’s go see what they have for us.” His arm circled her waist in a familiar walking hug to the bountiful breakfast baskets lining the countertop. Skillets of delicious foods on warming plates smelled amazing with a view of the ocean from the top of the world. Angelica thought to herself,I might just be able to get used to this.Heaven.

After their Sunday morning coffee and breakfast at the luxurious and relaxed pace of the Club Level Lounge, it was time to check out and head for home. Despite Edward’s earlier playful threats of a few more hours of submissive training, the day and night before had drained them both. A day of rest might just be needed before they resumed.

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