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off-limits.
    Even though we stayed in there what seemed like forever, the water never cooled. By the wall was a marble bench, so I went to it and sat, crooking a finger at him. He came and stood before me.
    I sucked his softened cock between my lips and laved up all the water. I didn’t really suck to make him hard, though he didn’t say ultra soft for long. I sucked and played, and he didn’t say a word, just let his hips jut out toward my face.
    At one point, I cupped his balls, and he widened his stance, so I slipped my hand between his legs and caressed his taint. He made a sound, so I did it again, this time slipping back a little farther.
    In my mouth, his cock jerked.
    Taking a chance, I ran my finger around his rim, and his hips thrust forward, his cock slipping deeper into my mouth. I played lightly with his ass, keeping it cautious and not too invasive. I was surprised when his cock grew rigid again, so fast after our sex-fest in the bedroom.
    I was even more surprised when my center began to throb.
    A few minutes later, he jerked back and picked me up. I was laid out beneath the rainfall, across the floor of the shower. I stared up at him as he stood over me and stroked his cock.
    We fucked again, right there on the shower floor beneath the warm rain.
    It was wild and slick. He came hard and fast. I was close, but he beat me to the finish line, so once his body was done, he pulled out, grabbed his cock, and worked it over my clit, back and forth, back and forth. The extra wetness from his release swirled around my swollen clit, and in no time, I was shuddering and coming all over the shower floor.
    When the shower was over, he wrapped me in a towel and put me in his bed. A few moments later, he slid between the sheets beside me.
    I fell asleep with the feel of his body along mine and woke much later to his cock entering me from behind.
    We went at each other almost the entire night. I have no idea how he kept getting hard or how I kept getting wet. When at last I was sure my body was spent, I dozed off, only to wake up again when the sun was starting to rise.
    Unable to resist, I slid out of the bed and padded back out to the wall of windows in the living room. I watched the sun rise over the city. It was almost as incredible as the sex we’d had last night.
    Before I turned away, I noted my handprint marring the otherwise pristine glass, and I smiled.
    I walked around the room, gathering up my clothes and slipping them on. I was sore in places I’d never been before, and I was pretty sure if I never had sex again, after last night, I would be sustained forever.
    But I would still crave him.
    Like chocolate on a late night. Like coffee in the early morning.
    I’d have to learn to live with that craving because our night together was over.
    In the kitchen, I found a small pad of white paper and a pen. The red cap from the whipped cream was still lying on the floor, long forgotten.
    I smiled and picked it up, setting it beside my note:
    Thanks for the night to remember, Mr. X.
    XOXO ~ Mrs. X
    No, we weren’t married, and I didn’t wish we were. But last night, he was my Mr. and I was his Mrs.
    I took the elevator down to the main floor of the building and pulled on my coat. Outside on the sidewalk, I signaled for a cab.
    Before I got in, I glanced back up at the giant windows I knew were his.
    He was standing there watching me.
    I didn’t wave. I didn’t have to.
    Even from the distance, I felt our eyes connect.
    A flush of heat, the kiss of last night’s memory, brushed over my skin.
    My hair floated out around me when I turned and slid into the cab. I leaned my head back against the seat as the driver pulled away from the curb.
    Good-bye, Mr. X. Maybe someday we’ll meet again.
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    About Cambria Hebert
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    C ambria Hebert is an award winning, bestselling novelist of more than twenty books. She went to college for a