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Angelica slid her hips up and down his still-hard shaft one last time in torment before leaning forward to kiss him softly. Then, she relaxed her whole body into him and sighed. She floated upwards toward the heavens, as she laid her weight on him, feeling his energy still inside her and his every breath, in rhythm with hers.

Edward’s hands moved to hold her face so he could see her eyes. As they both smiled, she spoke first. “Thank you for allowing me to show you my feminine side; to bring my softer tantric energy to mold into your bold, stronger, Dominant side. I didn’t know if you would allow me to go there,” she said, pausing to blink as she gazed at him.

He reflected a moment before speaking. “Angelica … apparently, there is another whole world I’ve been missing. Perhaps we are stronger together than we are apart,” he said as he finished kissing his newly discovered tantric lover, thinking to himself, I must have more.

As they fell asleep, Angelica wrapped naked around him, under the star-filled, velvety night of Washington, D.C., our nation’s center of power was newly theirs as well, they discovered.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

The Willard

Angelica awoke, still half-dreaming, under towels and the blanket Edward had draped over her. Drifting off to sleep after making love with Edward left her glowing. What a contrast to the choker and leash still plentifully available in his Red Playroom. She smiled as she stretched and felt her morning come alive. Both worlds of sexual intimacy were exciting but in entirely different ways. She hoped that, perhaps, Edward would be open to exploring her sensual tantric energy again sometime.

No note was lying on the pillow next to her, so in her early morning voice, testing to see if he was still there, she called out, “Edward?” She heard a chair sliding back as Gray rose in the living room to come to her. The French doors opened to reveal him wearing a smile plus a luxurious black robe from the hotel.

“Good morning, Kitten. I didn’t want to wake you, so I was up early working a bit and getting ready for my meetings today.”

Angelica patted the bed beside her, signaling she wanted some company. “I didn’t hear a thing. I must have been sleeping hard.” Edward sat next to her on the edge of the bed, reaching down to stroke her blonde hair framing her face. She said, “Don’t look at me! You’re already up and groomed and looking gorgeous. My hair is still in bedhead mode.” She smiled and laughed, pulling one of the soft luxury pillows over her head for a moment.

Gray used her momentary lack of vision to pin her down and tickle her sides mercilessly. Angelica jumped like a fish fresh out of the water, squirming with a shriek. “No, no! I will get you for that, Edward Gray!” she said as the tickling subsided after only a few nice convulsions.

Reminding her, he said, “You have spa reservations all day here at the hotel. So, you have to put up with them spoiling you all day and plying you with food, wine, or champagne while doing every service you can imagine. Do you think you will be able to stand it, Kitten?” Gray smiled playfully at the question.

Angelica pouted her face and said, “It won’t be as much fun if you’re not there. Can’t you come with me?”

Gray leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. “Have to work, sweetheart. Big business, and tonight is our formal closing dinner with the Williamsons—Jim and Rob,” he reminded her.

“What time is dinner?”

Edward said, “We should leave here at about half past five. Café du Parc at the Willard Hotel adjoins the White House, which is close—just a few blocks away.”

“All kidding aside, Edward, I hope your meetings go fantastically. Don’t worry about me. I am quite sure I will survive the day at the Ritz Carlton Spa!” she said in a playful voice that summoned her poor, poor victim mode in jest.

Gray leaned down, kissing her sweetly before getting dressed in his business attire. She heard his voice trailing off as he went into the bathroom to get ready. “You rocked my world last night, Ms. Hart.”

Angelica pulled the sheet over her head with half embarrassment and excitement. Loud enough to be heard around the corner, she asked, “So you liked it a little?”

Gray’s deep voice came from the bathroom. “No,” he said, before his face appeared around the corner to look her in the eyes. “I didn’t like it. I … loved it! I’m going to want that about ten more times, please?” he said, smiling as he disappeared into the shower.

Angelica sighed, lying in the luxurious bed. She reached over to slightly open the heavy dark curtain to reveal the blue sky over Washington, D.C., and smiled as she said, “I’m here.”

After 15 or 20 minutes, Edward reappeared in his boxers, getting ready to slip on his midnight blue Brioni suit from Italy and alligator shoes and belt. She loved drinking in his manly frame with her eyes and how his dreamy body moved. He looked sharp and very clean-cut in whatever he wore, but today was a special day. Angelica cleared her throat, holding a box with a bow she retrieved from her suitcase while Edward was showering. “I know it’s a special day, and I have something for you,” she said sweetly.

Gray looked over at the box and gift bow and repeated, “You got something for me?”

“Yes, sir, I did!” she said, smiling.

Gray walked over wearing only his slacks and unbuttoned white linen shirt with his sexy chest and abs still showing. He thanked her as he received the rectangular tie box and opened it. To his surprise, he discovered the most elegant silk paisley tie with rich burgundy red, gold, and cobalt sky-blue touches. It was sharp and sophisticated like him.

Angelica said, “I had to get it the moment I saw it. I think it will set off your amazing blue eyes.”

Edward smiled and held it up in the mirror by his face. Complimenting her while getting dressed and including the new tie in the ensemble, he added, “I think you have quite exceptional taste, Ms. Hart.”

Angelica asked, “Did you mean good taste in men or neckties?”

Gray didn’t miss a beat while tying a perfect Windsor knot on the first try with the new silk tie. “Why both, of course,” he said, winking at Angelica who was still hopelessly trapped in bed without a stitch of clothing under the sheet and blanket.

Coming over for one last kiss from his princess before he was off, he said, “I will meet you here in the suite at five sharp to head down for one drink and then to dinner.”

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