shampoo into his hand and started working it into her hair, she thought she’d never felt anything so relaxing in her life.
Instead of dressing afterward, they both donned robes that had been hanging on the bathroom wall.
"You hungry?" she asked as she towel-dried her hair.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he took her hand and led her to the living room. There, in front of a crackling fireplace, was a picnic spread fit for royalty.
"How?" She looked up at him. "Oh, my God. Someone was here while we were in the tub."
"Don’t worry. They’re very discreet. They weren’t here longer than a couple of minutes."
Yeah, but was it the two minutes when she was crying out as she and Justin both raced for their own orgasms? Oh, well, nothing she could do about it now. She stepped forward and looked at all the food spread out on the patchwork quilt. It looked like a buffet of finger foods to appeal to every taste bud she had. And it was topped off by a fish bowl bouquet of multi-colored daisies and a mini chocolate fountain surrounded by little, square bowls of fruits, nuts, pound cake and marshmallows.
It was all so romantic. Too bad it was all part of the fantasy, and Justin wasn’t a real guy who loved her enough to do something like this for her. She swallowed hard against the sudden lump in her throat.
"Are you okay?" he asked, again with the perceptiveness she’d been convinced men didn’t possess.
"Yeah. It’s just all so...thoughtful."
He pulled her to him and settled a gentle kiss on her lips then guided her down to the quilt.
Erin nibbled on several different cheeses, crackers, what seemed like a dozen delicious appetizers. Justin popped open a bottle of wine and poured them each a glass.
"This fire is nice," she said as she leaned against the pile of pillows that had been left at the edge of the quilt. She couldn’t think of anything more romantic than a cabin in the mountains, a fire crackling in the fireplace while it rained outside, a picnic full of delectable food and a gorgeous man at her side.
"Yeah, I thought it would take the chill off."
He fed her a grape then pushed a tendril of her drying hair behind her ear. "Ready for the main course?"
If he was the main course, yes. "Uh, yeah."
He smiled as if maybe he’d seen what she’d been thinking.
How many times had she had sex since she’d arrived? How could she still want Justin after all that? Even more after each time he brought her to skyrocketing fulfillment.
She looked away from him toward the plates he was uncovering. She couldn’t think of him as anything more than a temporary plaything because once she drove away from here at the end of the week, she’d never see him again. Unless she booked another trip here. She tried to hide her excitement at that idea. Did guests ever come back? Could she request him again? What would he think? She knew she couldn’t return and be with someone else. Even if she was having great sex with a virtual stranger, she couldn’t imagine doing it again with a different guy.
She had to stop thinking like that. That’s how the normal Erin thought, and it always got her into relationships that ended badly. She had to enjoy this time with Justin for what it was, not what her searching-for-love heart might yearn for.
After they finished the main course, they sat quietly in front of the fire, letting it push the last of the chill from their bodies. They talked a little about her job, about Amy and Hillary, about how she was an only child.
"I think that’s why I’ve always done what was expected of me," she said, not knowing why it was so easy to confide in Justin. Maybe it was the fact that she didn’t really know him, that he would no longer be a part of her life in a few days. "That’s what Mom and Dad had always done, worked hard, volunteered, helped out their neighbors. Just good, solid folk."
"But that was stifling."
"Yeah, a little. I mean, I don’t blame them. They’re good parents, and I love
Instead of dressing afterward, they both donned robes that had been hanging on the bathroom wall.
"You hungry?" she asked as she towel-dried her hair.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he took her hand and led her to the living room. There, in front of a crackling fireplace, was a picnic spread fit for royalty.
"How?" She looked up at him. "Oh, my God. Someone was here while we were in the tub."
"Don’t worry. They’re very discreet. They weren’t here longer than a couple of minutes."
Yeah, but was it the two minutes when she was crying out as she and Justin both raced for their own orgasms? Oh, well, nothing she could do about it now. She stepped forward and looked at all the food spread out on the patchwork quilt. It looked like a buffet of finger foods to appeal to every taste bud she had. And it was topped off by a fish bowl bouquet of multi-colored daisies and a mini chocolate fountain surrounded by little, square bowls of fruits, nuts, pound cake and marshmallows.
It was all so romantic. Too bad it was all part of the fantasy, and Justin wasn’t a real guy who loved her enough to do something like this for her. She swallowed hard against the sudden lump in her throat.
"Are you okay?" he asked, again with the perceptiveness she’d been convinced men didn’t possess.
"Yeah. It’s just all so...thoughtful."
He pulled her to him and settled a gentle kiss on her lips then guided her down to the quilt.
Erin nibbled on several different cheeses, crackers, what seemed like a dozen delicious appetizers. Justin popped open a bottle of wine and poured them each a glass.
"This fire is nice," she said as she leaned against the pile of pillows that had been left at the edge of the quilt. She couldn’t think of anything more romantic than a cabin in the mountains, a fire crackling in the fireplace while it rained outside, a picnic full of delectable food and a gorgeous man at her side.
"Yeah, I thought it would take the chill off."
He fed her a grape then pushed a tendril of her drying hair behind her ear. "Ready for the main course?"
If he was the main course, yes. "Uh, yeah."
He smiled as if maybe he’d seen what she’d been thinking.
How many times had she had sex since she’d arrived? How could she still want Justin after all that? Even more after each time he brought her to skyrocketing fulfillment.
She looked away from him toward the plates he was uncovering. She couldn’t think of him as anything more than a temporary plaything because once she drove away from here at the end of the week, she’d never see him again. Unless she booked another trip here. She tried to hide her excitement at that idea. Did guests ever come back? Could she request him again? What would he think? She knew she couldn’t return and be with someone else. Even if she was having great sex with a virtual stranger, she couldn’t imagine doing it again with a different guy.
She had to stop thinking like that. That’s how the normal Erin thought, and it always got her into relationships that ended badly. She had to enjoy this time with Justin for what it was, not what her searching-for-love heart might yearn for.
After they finished the main course, they sat quietly in front of the fire, letting it push the last of the chill from their bodies. They talked a little about her job, about Amy and Hillary, about how she was an only child.
"I think that’s why I’ve always done what was expected of me," she said, not knowing why it was so easy to confide in Justin. Maybe it was the fact that she didn’t really know him, that he would no longer be a part of her life in a few days. "That’s what Mom and Dad had always done, worked hard, volunteered, helped out their neighbors. Just good, solid folk."
"But that was stifling."
"Yeah, a little. I mean, I don’t blame them. They’re good parents, and I love
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