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I rolled over with my throat feeling hoarse, and stared at the ceiling, looking for shapes. Finally, I decided to take a cold shower. There. It was done. The most important people in my life knew the news, and I didn’t die telling them. Though I felt like I wanted to.
I stepped into the cold shower and washed off the massage oil and the nervous sweat that had just soaked through my clothes from being on the phone. I could still smell the earthy scent of Damian on my skin from earlier, and it sent a shiver up my spine.
I stood under the water for a while, thinking about what I was doing with Damian. I suddenly felt embarrassed. WhatwasI doing with Damian? Yes, we had bumped into each other over and over in the last forty-eight hours, hours, but this morning, when he pretended to be my husband for the massage, I let my better judgment get the best of me. It just felt so good. Damian made me feel so good, so wanted, so desired, so beautiful. And I couldn’t help but imagine what my life would be like if he actually were my husband. Rather than what I actually was, which was a sad pathetic almost wife. Or a runaway wife… I wasn't really sure about the technicality of it at the moment.
Besides, it didn’t matter that I didn’t really know Damian or who he was, anyway. I was sure he was probably just like Jack. He seemed nice on the surface, but even when you know people, you can never really be sure of what they're capable of.
Maybe Damian was a cheater, too. Maybe he lied about everything and had a wife back home. I thought it over, no he seemed genuine when he had shared about losing his wife and his best friend in the same year. I’d regretted asking him. He’d suddenly shut off and gone cold.
Just the same, if it wasn't cheating, there was probably some other big problem that I’d never see on the surface initially. He couldn’t be as wonderful as he seemed. People never turn out to be who you think they are, men especially, they always let you down in some way or another.
I turned off the shower and dried off. I dug through my bag and found a crimson red lingerie set. I pulled the teddy on, feeling incredibly sexy, and I ran my hands over my body.
No matter, if Damian did have some big secret, it wasn't anything that was going to ruin the next forty-eight hours for me. I decided I was going to let him fuck me on every surface in this room, and I was going to parade around in every single sexy outfit I had packed. There was no point in letting them go to waste. I wanted to wear them, and someone should get the benefit of admiring the body I had worked so hard for over the last few months. And then after Damian left, I would wobble down to the beach and stake out there, Mai Tai in hand, until I had to go home, and hoped I wouldn’t have gotten a UTI by then.
It was a good plan; I decided. I didn’t owe Jack a damn thing, and I was going to enjoy what looked like the dream man, for as long as I could before I had to let him go too, and finally go back to the real world.
I felt relieved to have a distraction, and I also had a sense that the clock was ticking, and when it ran out, I was sure I would crumple for good. When I was truly alone.
I took one last look at myself in the mirror, in my lingerie, feeling incredibly sexy, and then I wrapped the robe around me and flopped onto the bed. I flipped through the hotel room service menu and called down for shrimp tacos, and decided to throw in some chocolate-covered strawberries for dessert.
While I ate my tacos, I flipped on the TV and found a channel with old sitcoms, and settled on the comfort of I Love Lucy, and lost myself in the antics of Lucy and Ethel shoving chocolates into their mouths as they frantically worked the conveyor line.
I ate a couple of chocolate-covered strawberries and then suddenly realized I was absolutely exhausted. The stress of everything came crashing down. I found myself struggling to keep my eyes open and slipped into a peaceful, deep sleep in the middle of Damian’s giant bed.
Just a quick catnap.
When I awoke several hours later, Damian was looming over me with a strawberry in his mouth. He fed me half of it, eating the other half himself, before devouring my mouth with his. His touch woke me up right away, quickly setting aflame the bright fire within me. I found myself instantly throbbing for him once more. His eyes lusty as they poured over my body while he carefully pulled open my robe, revealing his gift, my body swathed in soft red lace.
He nodded towards my suitcase, and then pulled open the red ribbon tied in the front of my teddy, using his teeth. “I see you have a lot of outfit changes.” His mouth found its way to one nipple, causing it to pebble, as he kneaded the other with his hand.
I writhed under him, feeling desire consuming me once more. “Mhmm.” I managed to respond.
“Looking forward to it.” His mouth was already working its way back down to my throbbing center, and I was already putty in his hands.
And at my request, he took me on every possible surface in the room. Pressing me up against the wall, lifting me easily, just as I had suspected, as the world melted away. Giving me one mind blowing orgasm after another. We moved to the table, the couch, the shower, the dresser, and then finally back to the bed. He twisted me into every possible position, guiding me to new heights, and praising me as I tumbled down them, time and time again.
Finally, we collapsed into a heap on the bed, and I passed out thoroughly satisfied in Damian’s arms, finding complete comfort in his earthy smell as I drifted off for the night with my head resting on his muscular bicep.
9
DAMIAN
I awoketo Addison snoring softly, her head on my chest. I carefully slipped out of bed and showered. She was still sound asleep when I peeked back out of the room.
This was the last full day I’d be here, and I was immensely enjoying my time with Addison. We both seemed in desperate need of some distraction. She was equal parts innocence and pure temptation, and I thoroughly enjoyed obliging her request to break in every surface in the room. I thought her fiancé Jack had to be the dumbest man alive to let her slip through his fingers.
I quietly closed the door behind me as I made my way downstairs. I had booked us a dinner reservation at The Aina. I thought a nice dinner would be appropriate for our final evening together.
After making a quick phone call to cash in a favor, I grabbed us a couple of Kona coffees and headed back upstairs.
I softly opened the door and gently sat down on the side of the bed. I watched her for a moment, sleeping so peacefully, the soft curve of her breasts disappearing underneath yet another lacy outfit, this one a soft pink. I chuckled to myself. The young bride had insisted on getting full use out of the many outfit changes she had packed. I hadn’t minded one bit, though each one hadn’t really seen much use, as I’d removed them from her within moments of the display.
I tucked a strand of her golden hair behind her ear and she stirred softly.
“Good Morning sleepy head.” I said, leaning over her.
She cracked an eye open. “Oh, God, you’re one of those annoying morning people, aren’t you?”
