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Elodie seemed dazed but she agreed with his plan readily enough. When they reached his hotel she made quick work of buying a shorts outfit, beach sandals and cheap packaged underwear for the next day and then they headed to his suite.

“There’s a separate bedroom you can use,” he told her as he escorted her inside. “And the bathroom is amazing. IDA went all out for these five day date packages.”

“I would like a shower,” she said. “After everything that happened tonight I’m really out of it. I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart,” he told her with a hug. “I’m going to order some room service, a late night snack. You want anything?”

* * *

She took her purse and shawl to the second bedroom, along with her new clothes. She took the underwear out of the package to rinse out in the bathroom sink—she never wore new lingerie that hadn’t been washed first. She stayed in the shower for a long time, thinking over her day with all the ups and downs and wondering what she would have done if not for Braden. Elodie thanked the Lords of Space they’d met and he’d agreed to her impulsive, slightly inebriated invitation to be her fake date. Eventually she shut off the water after washing her hair and stepped out of the enclosure to wrap up in a huge fluffy towel. There was a clean tee shirt on the door handle which Braden had evidently left there for her. She was turned on by the idea he’d seen her naked through the shower door, which was frosted.

Braden was a big man and the shirt was huge on her, more like a dress, but Elodie felt comforted by the idea of wearing something of his. When she walked into the main room, he was at the table, dressed only in gray sweatpants and immediately she experienced a clenching at her core. He was a feast for the eyes, with cut muscles, a sexy vee leading into his sweatpants waistband and a trail of hair pointing the way to the cock she’d felt at various times earlier. All indications were it was long and thick and she had no doubt he’d know how to use it to give a woman one of the best times of her life.

“Why is it I was surrounded by hot guys earlier tonight and they did nothing for me, other than sending me into an anxiety attack, and I look at you and all I can think about is us, together in bed?” she asked, feeling bold.

“Oh yeah?” he said, eyes lighting up. He rose from his chair and came to her. “I like this—I like you wearing something of mine.”

“Me too.” She looped her arms around his neck and pulled their bodies close together. “I don’t want to sleep by myself tonight.”

“I think that can be arranged, if you’re sure.”

“I’m positive.”

“Nothing will happen you don’t want, I promise,” he said. “You’ve had a long and exhausting day so if you want to sleep⁠—”

“Braden,” she said, interrupting him as she moved her hips against him, feeling the strength of his desire through the thin material of her shirt and his pants, “Sleep is not on my mind right now.”

He picked her up easily and she locked her legs behind his back as he carried her to his bedroom and placed her on the bed. She stripped off the tee shirt and basked in the way his hungry gaze took in every inch of her bare flesh.

“Beautiful,” he said as he undid the drawstring of his sweatpants and let them fall away. His cock rose proud and hard, slapping against his stomach and now it was Elodie’s turn to take in the mouthwatering view. She held out her arms and he came onto the bed, slipping into her embrace, his shaft pressing against the vee of her legs, where only the thin gusset of her panties kept them apart. Braden kissed her, their tongues dancing and ran his hand along her side to her hip and then to her butt in an appreciative caress. “I like curves I can lose myself in,” he said in a whisper into her ear before nibbling on her ear lobe. “I’ve been wanting to peel your clothes off and do this for two days now.”

“I’m the same,” she said. “You’re a hard man to resist.”

“Hard is the word for it, baby,” he said with a grin, thrusting his hips so his arousal pressed more firmly against her. “Can we lose the panties now? Sexy as this little bit of lace is?”

She nodded and he slid the offending garment down her legs and dropped it to the floor. Running his hand along her leg, he kissed her inner thigh and then stroked her folds with one hand. “So wet for me already.” Braden inserted one finger and then another and massaged firmly, his thumb circling the hidden pearl of nerves. Elodie moved with him, ripples of delicious sensation going through her. She clenched around his fingers, desperately trying to make the pressure more intense, giving a moan as he responded, going deeper, locating the exact spot where she was most sensitive.

She was about to climax just from his hand and the idea was hot, as was the expression on his face as he watched her

“Let go,” he said, “Come for me.”

As if his words were permission, Elodie gasped and threw her head back against the pillow, surrendering to the climax that swept over her. For a brief time there was nothing but the pleasure and Braden’s eyes, staring into hers as if nothing else in the world mattered. Truthfully, right now nothing else did, not to her. As the sensations ebbed, she said, “I need you inside me, now, please.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he replied, lining up the weeping head of his cock at her entrance. “We had routine physicals right before we came to Resort Planet and I haven’t been with anyone in a long time so I’m clean.”

“I had my annual physical right before I flew out here and renewed my contraceptive shot so I’m fine. Thank you for telling me.” He was so caring in every way and she was grateful.

“This is what I want, the two of us with nothing between us,” he said, pushing inside a few inches. “Oh, babe, the feeling of you around me, so hot and tight…there’s nothing better in this world than being with you tonight.”

She adjusted her hips, getting used to his girth and then Braden thrust again, deep and hard and the sensation of being filled and stretched was pleasurable almost to the point of pain. He was built to scale everywhere. Elodie’d never experienced anything like it before, certainly not with Chet. She banished all thoughts of her ex from her mind with disgust as Braden bottomed out and stilled for a moment to kiss her. Then he was stroking in and out, hitting the right angle to make her gasp and tremble and she tightened her inner muscles as much as she could.

“So tight,” he said as he moved. “You’re so perfect for me, Elodie.”

“We’re perfect together,” she said, running her hand over his back, past a few scars she supposed were from his war injuries, to cup his butt.

He paused, although she could feel the strain on him as he looked at her. “We’re not fake anything, you know that, right? This is the real deal for me—you’re the one and only, mine now, Elodie.”

“I like that,” she said, gazing at the place where the two of them were united. “It’s the same for me but I was so afraid I was alone in thinking we’d left fake behind a while ago.”