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after that, it's back to work, and we'll either assume our normal roles and yet never be normal with each other ever again, or everything will have to change.
    So, there's all the more reason to make the most of our last day and the erotic possibilities afforded by central heating. I knock on the bathroom door, hoping Innes will let me in.
    He does, though his "Come in!" is muffled.
    Inside, a sumptuous sight greets my eyes. He's standing there stark naked in the steamy air, drying his dark curls vigorously with a small towel.
    Desire twists hard in my gut. He's beyond beautiful and this is the first time I've seen his remarkable physique in its entirety since that moment I ordered him back to bed, what seems like a lifetime ago. I've explored his body by touch, beneath the duvets, but here in the light and warmth he's more magnificent than ever. He's a poem of smooth, athletic musculature, a tasty peppering of dark body hair and a long thick penis, that's already awake and taking interest.
    "J- just came to check if you were okay," I stammer as if I haven't fucked him and touched him goodness knows how many times in the last couple of days, "Hoping you hadn't had a relapse."
    "Do I look as if I'm having a relapse?" His smirk is roguish and the way he drops his towel then casually frisks his cock is nothing short of boastful.
    "You look fine, actually."
    "Just 'fine'?" He advances towards me. "Cheeky madam… weren't you supposed to be showing me all the goodies I've blindly been fondling under the covers all this time?" When he reaches me, he pulls me hard against his body so I can feel every magnificent inch of him. Intoxicated, I wish my clothes would just dissolve.
    His kiss is long and thorough, expressing the desire of a man who's now completely recovered and ready to exert his full powers; something which thrills me and at the same time piques my own sense of devilment. So he thinks he can start throwing his weight about now, eh?
    I push away from him. "I still think you should take things easy, boss." The endearment is pointed. "If I'm going to strip off, I think it's safest if you lie down, you know. I wouldn't want you to pass out from the magnificence of my beauty."
    Innes laughs, and nods. "Very well, Ms. Nightingale." Gracefully he subsides onto the fluffy bath mat and stretches out like a pasha in his harem. The sleek way he moves is as much Innes putting on a display for me, as the other way around, and the sway of his heavy penis has me hypnotized. I just stare as he takes a hold of it and gently pumps.
    My own strip isn't very graceful, but Innes seems to like it. He gives a low growl of appreciation and grabs my ankle to pull me down. "You are magnificent, Cally, but I've no intention of passing out just yet. Maybe when I come inside you, yes, but for the moment, I'm staying conscious, believe me."
    We roll and rock on the mat, our bare bodies rubbing against each other while Innes strokes me and kisses me. Within moments, my heels kick and I arch in a quick, hard orgasm, before running my fingers over every inch of him I can reach, including his cock. "Oh, hell, yes," he grunts, and pushes me over firmly on to my back, "I think we're going to need a condom, Nurse Florence."
    I push on his shoulder with force of my own, and smilingly he concedes and settles onto his back. "We are," I confirm, throwing a leg across him and settling over his thighs while I scrabble for the pocket of my abandoned jeans… and find the condom therein.
    His cock is a rosy, delicious pole nestling against my belly. He's hot and hard, his glans stretched and juicy. He gouges at the rug, then grabs my thighs as I roll the thin latex down his length.
    "Oh Cally," he moans as I fondle him, his bottom shifting against rug, rocking me to and fro, "Please don't tease me. God, I've got to be inside you."
    "Anything to oblige, boss." It comes out flippant, but that's not the way I'm feeling. Every moment is precious beyond words, and I rise