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glorious vision of Jennifer’s bush. The golden palace of the Himalayas is right there, practically begging me to enter and worship at the altar.
    I’m finding it quite difficult to swallow as my throat’s gone bone-dry.
    “Ummmm … I’m not quite dressed,” she says.
    I pull at my tie, hoping for some air. “I’ll just … I’ll be …” I point at my valise, but I cannot for the life of me wrench my eyes from the view of her sitting spread-legged, in a skirt, with her lady parts there for the viewing. It’s the most maddening thing I’ve ever encountered, to be so tempted and yet so determined to do the right thing.
    I wish to be Edward right now, because Edward would pounce without a second thought or a wisp of guilt. I, on the other hand, must walk the high road and be the gentleman.
    “William, when you look at me like that I can’t focus on what we’re supposed to be doing.”
    “Right.” I immediately move my eyes to the ceiling. “Is this better?”
    She laughs. “Not really. You’re still standing there looking adorably sexy. You shouldn’t be allowed to wear that suit.”
    I fold my lips into my mouth and press them together, trying to rein in my smile. My fingers have gone tingly, no doubt because all the blood in my body is now rushing to my nether regions.
    “I can’t imagine what you’re talking about,” I say after a moment of failing to control myself. “Adorable? I haven’t even put my on cufflinks yet.”
    I hear a thump and it draws my attention back to her. She’s dropped the leg she had folded over and has moved back on the bed a bit.
    My heart races as I take in the possible meaning associated with her body language. She’s leaning back on her elbows but her skirt is still riding up at her waist. I can see everything .
    My cock goes painfully hard, pushing out the front of my trousers like a camping tent. It throbs with need causing my balls to pull up painfully.
    “This is never going to work,” she says, staring at my waist.
    “What isn’t going to work?” Surely she doesn’t mean John Thomas, because I am quite sure he will work at one hundred percent capacity, despite my recent side-trip down skid row. I’m feeling right as rain, especially with the delightful view here in this flat.
    “Living together and trying to run a business. We’re supposed to be going out the door right now and all I want to do is get naked with you.” She sighs, perhaps with disappointment.
    Man the lifeboats! This ship is going down!
    I take a deep breath in an effort to calm myself and approach this situation rationally. I shift my gaze to her face, which makes it just a bit easier to focus, but not much.
    “How about this …” I must find a way to word this suggestion without sounding the cad. Gently, William, gently… “I propose that we remain mostly clothed, but rid ourselves of the current tension we are suffering in a brief but satisfying tryst, and then of course we would go about our business.” It seems perfectly reasonable to me. Almost scientific in a way, completely not motivated by the hardness growing ever stronger between my legs.
    She laughs softly. “Is that your way of asking for a quickie?”
    “It could be,” I say. “Do you mean to say that we could make love and then leave directly after? Snog and run?” I never pegged her for a woman who would be satisfied with such a thing, always picturing her wanting only true lovemaking with all the bells and whistles. I considered our dalliance in the club all my idea, my singular passion fueling the fire while she just went along for the ride, being a good sport. I’m aroused even more, knowing she is more varied in her tastes and just as willing to forego traditions under certain conditions as I am.
    “Fuck and run,” she says, the devil in her eyes. “That’s what I mean.”
    I yank at my tie, pulling it to the side enough to open my top button. I cannot afford to pass out from asphyxiation when all is