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plush lips. “That was
exquisite, Eva,” he said with such awe in his voice.
    She was so soft and pliable against him, seeming like a great
tension had been released from her body and leaving her feeling
tender and calm. Her hand went to his face and traced along his
jawline, “You’re quite fun yourself.”
    Breathing heavily still he gave a wide smile then reached over. At
the nightstand he pulled a silk cloth and cupped her mound as he
slipped out. “That was worth the long wait and arduous setup,”
he exhaled deeply, moving to lay on the bed beside her, weary after
the long tryst.
    Her hand found the bed of silver hair along his chest, running her
nails through it as she cleaned herself up. Her eyes were lidded as
she rolled over and against him, spooning into him quite tenderly as
she kissed his temple. “So dinner was as long for you as it was
for me,” she mused.
    With a hearty chuckle he put his arm around her and held her to
him as she scratched at his chest, watching her motions so intently.
“My desire was so great I felt like Atlas holding up an
unending burden.”
    “Poor dear. My teasing of your wife’s friend likely
didn’t help in that regard,” she laughed, her tone so
much quieter and more subdued after her second tryst of the day. Her
nails worked down over his stomach and then back up, appreciating his
form so lovingly.
    With another laugh he kissed her curly hair and chided her so
mockishly, “You are quite the devilish temptress, Eva,”
then smiled as he rested back on the bed comfortably, eyelids
drooping, the hour having gotten late already, of course. “I
expected that man would declare his longing for you then and there at
the dinner table.”
    “He did offer me a job,” she grinned devilishly. Her
soft body was so warm against his side, the generous curve of her
breasts spilling over his shoulder.
    Looking to her he gave an abrupt laugh then rolled his eyes, “You?
Working in a law office?” He found that intensely amusing, his
hand stroking down along her spine as the two lay together, “It’s
frightening to think of what havoc you could wreak in such a
position, Eva.” He let his eyes shut, smiling in quiet
amusement.
    Her lips spread, showing the teeth beneath, and she bit his
shoulder teasingly, “Ah, don’t be like that. I’d
make things immensely more interesting is all. So this is your little
palace, hm?”
    Opening her eyes at her bite he smirked then looked around. “Hm?
Oh this,” with a shrug of his brows he pondered it. “I
suppose I do spend more time here than in the manor itself. That
place is far too stuffy for me,” he said, and despite the fact
he was so much older than her, silver haired and gentlemanly, it fit.
He was anything but stuffy looking with his sleek silver hair and
sharp manner of dress. Not to mention his passion for cutting edge
psychoanalytical developments.
    She continued to stroke his torso, with tender, loving motions.
She didn’t have such a connection or a desire to spend this
type of time with others, but her respect and admiration for the man
made her want to linger, even after the sex was done.
    “It’s lovely,” she nuzzled along his jaw,
inhaling his scent. “I’m delighted you invited me.”
    Smiling back at her he gave her hair another kiss. “Yes,
well, I rather enjoy your company. And,” with a light laugh
added, “after all our time discussing such topics, I think it
goes without saying I was rather... anxious to explore them in a more hands on manner with you.” He gave a toothy smile down
at her, his own hand still lazily stroking the smooth skin of her
back up and down her spine.
    “I enjoyed it immensely. Quite a treat and well worth the
long dinner,” she praised him verbally, and her body praised
him physically. “Was quite the risk.”
    “Not really,” he responded a bit absently. Then
looking to her smiled, “well, a little I suppose.” With
another kiss to her forehead he squeezed her against his