Lydia’s gaze dropped to Eric’s jeans and she said, “You’re not the only one who likes what’s under the packaging.”
Throwing his head back in laughter, his hands went to his zipper, and as he stepped out of his jeans and boxers, he bent to retrieve his wallet.
“Don’t just pull out one,” she said, laughing at the wide-eyed expression on his face. “If this is to be our final night together, let’s make it last.”
He pulled out several condoms and tossed them to the bed before turning toward her, his fist encircling his cock. “You want it, babe, you’ve got it.”
Watching his hand move up and down his cock, she felt the air rush from her lungs, “Oh, yeah, I want it.” She almost did not recognize her voice, her words raspy with need. She dropped to her knees and licked the drop of pre-cum, hearing a hiss leave his lips. He reached out, burying his fingertips in her thick hair as she slid her mouth over the tip, tonguing the sensitive rim. This time, the hiss was accompanied by a, “Fuck”, and she grinned while taking as much of him as she could.
She worked his cock with her mouth, bobbing up and down, gliding her tongue along the ridges, changing her speed, and adding just enough suction that he swelled even more. With the heady experience of knowing how much pleasure she was giving this strong man, she desired to make him feel as good as he had made her feel the other night.
Suddenly, his cock was no longer in her mouth and he bent, snagged her up under her arms and, as though she weighed nothing, gave her a gentle toss back onto the bed.
She pouted, “I wasn’t finished.”
“I come, I come inside you.”
Her nostrils flared as the pout dropped from her face, desire overriding everything. Lying on her back, she reached her hand down and drew it through her slick folds, circling her clit. “Then by all means, come on,” she invited.
He crawled onto the bed, his eyes glued to her hand on her sex. “Now, you’re being a tease.”
A grin was her only reply as she opened her legs wider. He rolled on the condom, then replaced her hand with his, and she knew he would find her ready. Holding his body up with his right hand planted on the mattress near her, he positioned his cock at her entrance, moving the tip, gathering her juices.
He shifted his hips forward, impaling her, and a gasp left her lips at the fullness. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels urging him forward as they dug into his muscular ass. He took her hint and began thrusting, slow to begin with and then faster, building the friction they both craved.
Her hands wrapped around him, first clutching his waist and then sliding up to his shoulders, feeling his muscles bunch and tighten with every movement. There was such power in his body and yet he handled her with such gentleness.
She knew what this was…just one more night, but she did not care. She wanted this, she wanted this man and, if one more night was all she could have, she would take it gladly. For the first time in a long time, she felt like a woman. Not a mom, or a daughter, or a veterinarian, or an employee…just a desirable woman.
She felt the cusp of her orgasm as her inner muscles tightened and heat moved across her body. As she shuddered through her release, she kept her eyes open, not wanting to miss one second of seeing his face as his body moved into hers.
She did not have to wait long, for with a few more thrusts he followed her with his own release, his head thrown back and her name leaving his lips. That, she supposed, was the sweetest sound of all.
After a moment’s respite, with his arms circled around her, he slowly climbed from the bed and headed to the bathroom. She rolled to one side, admiring his body both going and coming into the room. She threw back the covers, silently inviting him to stay. Her heart leaped as he grinned and joined her.
“I know you have to go back to your hotel to change clothes tomorrow, but will you stay with me tonight? We can set the alarm, to give you plenty of time.”
His hand lifted to brush damp tendrils of hair away from her face, and he smiled. “Yeah, babe, I’d like to stay. After all, I’ve got more condoms to use.”
Laughing, she said, “Then I guess we’d better get busy.”
Lydia awoke with the feeling of warm heat at her back. It took no time for her to remember the reason for that warmth, considering the tingle she still felt between her legs. She wondered if it would be feasible for her to call in sick, shut off the alarm, and continue to lay wrapped in Eric’s arms. That thought was dangerous, though…he would be leaving soon.
Refusing to give in to that idea, she took the time she did have to snuggle deeper. After a moment, she felt him shifting, his warm lips soft against her neck. “It’s not time to get up yet,” she said.
His breath whispered by her ear. “That’s too bad, ‘cause I’m already up.”
He pressed his hips forward, and she felt his morning wood against her ass. “Mmm,” she mumbled and lifted her leg, allowing him entrance.
He thrust from the back, with one hand wrapped under, fondling her breast, and the other hand cupping her mound, fingering her clit. It only took a moment for her to cry out his name, and he soon followed with his own orgasm.
Lying on the bed, feeling boneless, she gave voice to her earlier thought. “Think we can get away with calling in sick today and just stay here?” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she hated hearing the neediness.
He quickly set her mind at ease, nibbling on her shoulder and saying, “God, I wish we could. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here with you, spending the whole day in bed.”
Lydia twisted around so that she could face him, her hand cupping his stubbled jaw and sleep-tousled hair. Leaning forward she kissed him, wanting to pour her emotions into the kiss, and yet holding back.
“Does it have to end right now?” he asked.
Her eyes widened, surprised to find that his train of thought was so similar to hers. “Not on my account,” she confessed. “As far as I’m concerned, we can continue to see each other as long as you’re in town.”
Eric’s smile was wide, and she answered with one of her own. Just then, her alarm rang and they both fell onto their backs, groaning. She climbed out of bed first, saying, “Let me take a quick shower, and then you can have one while I’m getting ready. That way, you only have to change your clothes when you get back to your hotel. I can even fix some breakfast here.”
He reached out and grabbed her hand, halting her progress. She looked down at him, curious, and he suggested, “How about we shower together, I’ll give you time to get ready, and then we can have breakfast at my hotel. Then you can leave for work, and I’ll have just enough time to change clothes.”
She thought for just a moment, then decided she liked his plan. With a wink and a grin, she tugged him from the bed, and they headed to the shower.
An hour later, they had finished breakfast and said their goodbyes so that Eric could go to his room and Lydia could go to work. He watched her drive away after a gentle kiss in the parking lot. The morning had been one of the best he could remember. Waking up with a woman he cared about, morning sex, and then more fooling around in the shower together.
Lydia had said he made her self-conscious while she put on her makeup and fixed her hair, but he found that he did not want to waste a moment with her. Even something so mundane seemed strangely comforting to him. Since his divorce many years ago, he had not considered his bachelorhood to be lonely. But now, it seemed as though Lydia filled an empty place deep inside of himself that he had not known existed.
Jogging back to his room, he opened the door and spied Chris sitting on his couch wearing a T-shirt that proclaimed Geek: computer whisperer across the chest. He was munching a breakfast bagel, with his feet up on the coffee table, while balancing his laptop on his lap.
“Do you always make yourself at home in other people’s rooms?” he quipped.
Chewing and swallowing before answering, Chris said, “Well, hell, it’s not like you’re using your room. Saw you and the pretty veterinarian having breakfast. You were making such googly eyes at each other, you didn’t even see me come in to get my bagel.”
In a good mood having spent the night with Lydia, Eric ignored Chris and grabbed clean clothes out of his closet. Heading into the bathroom, he took care of his business, changed clothes, and walked out, seeing Chris still there. Lifting his eyebrow, he asked, “You got anything new for me?”
“I’ve figured out the coordinates of where the animal extremist group took you.” Wiggling his eyebrows, Chris added, “How’s that for a pop in your Rice Crispies?”
Eyes already narrowed in thought, he turned around and nodded. “What’ll it take for us to get in there?”
Chris’ smile drooped as he remarked, “That’s the part I don’t know how to do. I might can tinker enough with their security to be able to get you in, but I’m just not sure.”
Hands on his hips, he ran through several scenarios in his mind. Finally, he pulled out his phone and placed a call. “Mace? It’s Eric Lopez. Think you’re up for little business from DHS through me?” Chuckling, he listened as Mace gave an unequivocal ‘hell yeah’. “I’ve got a building that’s undoubtedly secure that I need to get into. The people I’m investigating are seriously nasty customers, and I’m sure they’ve got security out the wazoo. If your computer and security gurus can get the information from my guy here, can they take a look and see if I can get in and out undetected?”
He listened for another minute, and then said, “Got it. And thanks, man. You can bill us, or I’ll owe you a marker. Hell, even if you bill DHS, I’ll still owe you a marker and a bottle of the finest Scotch whiskey I can get.”
Disconnecting, Eric looked at Chris who was now sitting up straight, eyes wide, obviously impressed.
“Damn, man, you don’t fuck around. Can I even ask who that was, or would you have to kill me?” Chris asked.
“Jesus,” he said, shaking his head, unable to keep from grinning at Chris’ antics. “A former SEAL buddy of mine now works for a security company based out of New England. Lighthouse Security Investigations. Mace is the boss, and I helped him out with a case recently. He said if I ever needed assistance to let them know, and I figured now was as good a time as any.”
“You just tell me what I need to do, and I’ll get it done.”
“Send everything you’ve got through this secure channel,” he instructed, handing him the information scribbled on a piece of paper. “They’ve got people who work for them that can shut down security systems, allowing someone to get in and do an investigation. They can even alter the security cameras so that the FLA will never know anything happened.”
Eyes wide once again, Chris shook his head. “I’m good, but there’s a lot I’ve got to learn to be able to do that. But I’m young. Never fear, I’ll learn.”
Laughing, he slipped his shoes on and shoved his wallet and keys into his pockets. “I don’t doubt it, Chris. But, for now, just keep getting me what I need.”