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“My hotel?” he asked, with a
wink and a smirk. “You okay with that?”

I reached over and grabbed
his hand. We hadn’t been intimate since that night in Seattle, when we just had
to get it out of our systems. I told him I wanted to take things slow, and Preston,
ever the gentleman, abided by my little stipulation. I knew it killed him
though. I saw the little glances he’d sneak here or there and the way he’d look
at me those nights we worked late in the office. His kisses had a sort of fire
and intensity behind them, and I knew he was bottling up his urges for the sake
of trying to make us work.

It had been a month, and I
was confident that Preston was invested in this sweet, little thing we had
going. I was ready to give myself to him once again.

He pulled into the hotel
parking lot and escorted me inside, to his room. My heart pounded with every step
and as the door lock to his room beeped, I knew what was about to go down the
second we stepped inside his room.

I sat my purse down on a
nearby dresser and stood, waiting for him to make a move.

Without saying a word, he
walked towards me, leaned in, and placed a single kiss on my mouth. “I’ve been
dying to do that ever since I first laid eyes on you earlier today.”

Shivers ran through my body.

“You’re so fucking sexy,
Miri
,” he continued. “It’s been so hard not touching you
this past month.”

I stared up at him with big
doe eyes, as if to beg for more. I loved that this older, successful, handsome
man thought I was pretty, and I loved that it took every ounce of his being to
control his urges to pounce on me.

He began unbuttoning his
shirt and then placed his hands on my hips and pulled me closer. He leaned down
and kissed me again, only this time he slid his tongue inside my mouth. I
kissed him back and moved my arms up around his broad shoulders. I ran my
fingers through his short, dark hair as our hips pressed against each other.

He reached a hand up and
slowly pulled my blouse up and slipped it off my shoulders. I was wearing my
leggings and a lacy demi cup bra. I was beginning to feel a little
self-conscious at the thought of my curvy stomach being exposed. Working
full-time all semester had caused me to gain a few pounds. I certainly didn’t
have washboard abs, but he didn’t seem to mind. He just covered my bare
shoulders with a million tiny kisses which tickled and titillated at the same
time.

I slipped my bra straps off
my shoulders and down past my breasts, which were now fully revealed. My breasts
were 36Cs, yet taut and perky.

“Oh, God,” he said as they
came into sight. “Beautiful.
Just beautiful.
I’ve
missed these.”

He cupped each of them in his
hand and rubbed his palms over my pointed nipples.

“You like them, Preston?” I
asked coyly.

“Yes,” he hissed. “I want to
see the rest of you. Your body is incredible. Your curves are so perfect. So
womanly.”

I winked and stood up on my
tip toes
to give him another kiss. I quickly removed the
rest of my clothes and leaned back on the king sized bed, fully exposed.

Preston stopped dead in his
tracks as soon as he saw me sprawled back on the bed, ready for the taking. A
devilish smile spread across his face as he plotted his moves and began
loosening his tie and walked towards me. He looked like he was about to pounce
on me at any second.

He threw his tie to the side
and slipped off his shirt to reveal a smooth, ripped chest. He unbuckled his
belt, dropped his pants, climbed onto the desk and
laid
on top of me. His thick, ripped build covered my entire body. I felt safe,
protected, and extremely turned on. I could feel my pussy growing wetter and
wetter with each second. Our naked bodies were pressed together, and I knew fun
things were in store.

He kissed my mouth again,
then worked his way down my neck,
then
to my chest,
then sucked on my nipples before traveling south to my pussy. He knelt at the
foot of the bed with his head of full dark hair buried deep between my
widespread legs. I felt the wetness of his strong tongue slipping up and down
through my slit. His tongue swirled around my clit before returning to broad
strokes between my pussy lips. He sucked on my clit which was one of the most
intense, exhilarating feelings I’d ever had down there.

My hips began thrusting from
the pressure building up below. He placed his hands on my hips to hold me down
and stuck his tongue deep inside my pussy hole.

“Ah, ah,” I yelled out. “Oh,
yeah!”

Preston positioned himself at
the edge of the desk between my legs and slid his cock between my American
thighs and rested it right at my pussy.

“You want me to stick it in?”
he asked.

“Yes. Fuck me hard, Preston,”
I begged. “I want it so bad.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful,
Mirabelle,” he said as he stared at me for a moment. “Your curves are
bangin
’. Your skin is so soft.” He glazed his hand over the
outline of my body taking in every curve, angle, and camber.

Suddenly I felt him shove his
thick, veiny prick deep inside me.

“Ah!” I called out.

“Oh, god,” he sighed as his
hips moved steadily and constantly. He plugged my pussy in and out, in and out,
and sucked on my nipples while he
thrusted
.

I loved having this gorgeous
man fucking me and loving every inch of my body. It made the sex even hotter
knowing we had waited until the time was right. All that tension was leading up
to this moment, and I loved every minute of it. I’d never had such hot sex
before.

“
Mmm
,”
I softly moaned.

He reached up gently massaged
my voluptuous breasts again.
 

“Fuck me back,” he whispered.

I
thrusted
my hips opposite of his per his request.
I could feel myself getting close, but I
didn’t want this to end. I wanted to go all night.

“You have no idea how long
I’ve wanted to do this with you again,” he whispered.

“I’m all yours now,” I
whispered back as I kissed his mouth. “You can have this anytime you want.”

I loved being desired by him.
It made me feel grown up and sexy, not awkward and juvenile.

An intense wave of ecstasy
washed over my entire body as my pussy was going buck wild.

Preston covered my mouth with
his hand once again as he knew I was going to scream.

I reached my hands down and
grabbed a fistful of sheets on the side of the bed as hard as I could. My
breathing was hard and labored.

As soon as I was done
cumming
, Preston pulled his cock out of my pussy and
positioned it above my stomach. I leaned up and grabbed it with my hand and
rubbed it until his white seed shot out all over my stomach. There was so much
of it. I never knew a man could cum so much.

I stared him in the eyes as I
took my hands and rubbed it into my skin and into my soft belly and then up
onto my generous breasts.

“Oh, god,” Preston moaned.
“That’s so fucking hot.”

He collapsed on top of me and
kissed my mouth again. Our hot bodies were sweaty now and sticking together.

“I wish we could do this all day,
every day,” I said.

“You and me both,” Preston
huffed as he rolled off of me.

I climbed off the bed and
redressed, my entire body on fire from what just happened.

“You have the most amazing
body I’ve ever seen,” he said. “Don’t get dressed just yet. I want to look at
you some more.”

I leaned over towards him and
kissed his mouth once again. “You’re too good to me, Preston.”

He pulled me back onto the
sheets with him and pulled me into his warm arms. “Can you promise me
something, Mirabelle?”

“Yes, anything,” I said,
nearly whispering. I was afraid of what he was about to ask.

“Let’s never keep secrets
from each other,” he said. “One hundred percent transparency.
All the time.
No matter what.”

I glanced up at him, and for
a second he seemed lost in thought as he stared off to the side.

“Is there something you want
to tell me?” I asked him.

“There’s something you don’t
know about me,” he said, with a quiver in his voice.

My heart stopped.

“I was adopted,” he said.

“Okay,” I said, drawing out
my breath. “A lot of people are. That’s not really a major secret type of
thing.”

“The reason I’m telling you,”
he began. “Is because I have trust and abandonment issues.”

“Oh,” I said, my body
paralyzed as I waited for him to elaborate.

“My mother, if you could call
her that, gave me up when I was five,” he said, teeth gritted. “Five, Mirabelle.
Most people are given up as infant. They grow up never knowing any other kind
of life. My biological father passed when I was a baby, and my mother found
comfort in working long hours at her law firm and leaving me with a nanny.
Years never spending enough time with
me and eventually the
bond
was severed. She had no attachment to me. She gave me to my
father’s parents, signing over all rights.”

“Oh, god, Preston,” I said
sympathetically. I wanted to hug his inner child and squeeze him tight.

“My grandparents died when I
was eight,” he said. “She didn’t want me back. I grew up in the foster care system
until I was eighteen, and then I was placed out on the streets. That’s when
Rodney took me in and sort of informally adopted me.”

Rodney was my stepdad for a
brief period of time, and I never knew much about him. I don’t think my mom
really did either. It came as no surprise that we didn’t know Preston wasn’t
his.

“I thought you went to
Duke
?” I asked.

“I did,” he said. “I got a
job working in the mail room of this advertising company shortly after our
parents divorced.
I guess this guy
,
he
saw something in me
. Took me under his wing. Made me who I am today. He
never gave up on me. Didn’t have any kids of his own so he put me through
college.”

I leaned over and kissed his
lips. “Everything you’ve just told me, makes me like you even more.”

“Really?” he asked, seeming
surprised. “Even my trust and abandonment issues?”

“I’m not worried about that,”
I said. “You can trust me, and I’ll never abandon you.”

I wanted to tell him my
secret, but given what he’d just told me, it was going to have to wait.

Preston emerged from the
shower with dripping wet hair and a white towel around his waist. The entire
room smelled like fresh body wash and mint. I’d stayed the night with him at
his hotel, and we’d spend most of the night talking and making love.

“What’s the plan today?” I
asked him. “You’re in town until tomorrow morning, right?”

“Right,” he said. “No plans.
Just you and me.”

My heart warmed over at those
words. He was here to see me and that was all he cared about.

I climbed out of bed and gathered
my clothes from the floor. I was going to have to run home and shower and
change. “Can you run me home, real quick?”

Preston finished getting
ready and we headed down to his car.

“So,” he said as he pulled
out of the parking lot. “When are you coming back to the city?”

He was bringing it up again,
and this time there was no way to get out of addressing it.

“June first,” I replied.

“So are you taking me up on
my offer?” he asked. “Your office is still there. Untouched.”

“I’ve accepted another job
offer,” I said with a wince as I waited for him to respond.

Silence.

“I know you want me to work
for you,” I explained. “But I want to date you. I want to have the butterflies
and the whole ‘I can’t wait to see you tonight’ stuff. If we’re together 24/7
we won’t have that. And god forbid this doesn’t work out and then we’re stuck
working side by side. That would just be a hot mess all around.”

“Mirabelle,” he said, cutting
me off. “I meant it when I said you were one of the most talented young
professionals I’ve ever come across. Whether or not you’re dating me, I still
want you on my team. No, I need you on my team. Name your price. Any salary you
want. It’s yours.”

“That’s very generous,” I
began. “But it’s not about money. It’s about you and me. Us.”

Preston was silent, and the
only sound that filled the small car was the clicking of his turn signal as he
turned towards my parents’ house.

“Is this about the whole
trust and abandonment thing?” I asked carefully. “Because if it is - ”

“No,” he boomed, leaving it
at that. “Where will you be working?”