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tongue, I was at full boil, with my back arched as I
writhed against him.   I reached down
and ran my fingers through his hair as he flicked his tongue over my
folds.   I wasn’t sure what it
was—perhaps because today had been so stressful—but my body was
more open and receptive to him than it ever had been.   It was as if all of my nerve endings
were calling out to him and craving his touch, in all of its many forms.   I clutched a handful of his hair and
pressed his mouth closer to me when he brought me to completion again.
    “You’re in a mood,” he said.
    “I don’t know what’s come over
me.   But I do know this—I want
you inside of me.”   I reached down
between his legs and felt his length and girth throbbing in my hand.
    “You don’t need any more time?”
    I immediately sat up, straddled his
lap, and took one of his nipples into my mouth.   They were among the most sensitive parts
of his body, and I licked and bit each one of them as he lifted me up and
entered me.
    When he did, I felt a searing
pain—even at this point, I still wasn’t used to his size.   But I adjusted to it, and I rode
him.   I fell on my back for
him.   I got on my knees for him.   With each new position, we tossed me
against the bed, his breath hot against my body, my hands outstretched and
clutching the sheets as if they alone would take away the pleasure—and
the pain.
      As he continued to plunge into me, I
could feel him pulsing through my entire body—not just my sex.  
    Somehow, our lovemaking was
different this time.   More
intense.  
    When we both reached climax
together, there was little question that, despite the day—or perhaps
because of it—that this was us at our best.  

 
 

 
 
 
 
    CHAPTER FOUR

 
    The next morning, I woke early
after a restless sleep to find that I was alone in our bed.   I sat up, and looked around the room and
then over at the bedroom door, which was partly closed.
    I smelled coffee.  
    How long has he been up?
    I looked at the clock on the bedside
table and saw that it was only four-thirty, which meant that pre-market trading
already had begun.   With a sense of
trepidation, I got out of bed, found my white silk robe draped over the padded
bench at the end of it, and slipped it over my naked body.
    “Alex?” I called.
    “In my office, Jennifer.”
    Before leaving the bedroom, I went
quickly into the adjoining bathroom.   I used the facilities, and then splashed cold water on my face, ran a
brush through my hair, and put moisturizer on my face.   I was still vain enough in my marriage
that I only ever wanted Alex to see me at least looking reasonably good, even
though I knew that he couldn’t care less about that.   But still…I wasn’t about to not make an
effort.   The last thing he needed to
see was that his wife had turned into a horror show.
    Once I’d brushed my teeth and done
the best I could with myself without taking a shower and covering my face with
the works, I left the bedroom and stepped into the living space just as Alex
emerged from his office.  
    I knew why he was up so
early—he’d been on his computer, tracking Wenn’s stock, and reading what was
being said about him and Wenn in today’s papers and blogs.   He wore nothing but his pale gray boxer
briefs, and his hair was skewed to one side in a way that I thought looked sexy
as hell.   The stubble on his face
that I adored so much was in full show now—as were his dimples.   The sight of him shirtless and looking
so happy to see me made me melt.   He
came over to me, pulled me into his arms, kissed me on the mouth, and asked me
if I wanted a cup of coffee.
    “That would be wonderful,” I
said.   “But let me get it.”
    “I’ll get it for you.   And by the way, you didn’t have to brush
your teeth for me.   Or do your
hair.   Or do whatever else you’ve
done.”
    “Oh yes I did.   After what you put me through last
night, I looked like hell.