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One end of the space held a king-sized bed standing beneath the window looking out over the garage. To one side of that were two doorways, the closet and the bathroom, I guessed. The front door opened directly into a living area that held a leather couch and coffee table, and a side chair upholstered in a soft gray fabric. An enormous television hung on one wall, and there was a kitchenette tucked into a little bump out in the far wall with a refrigerator, stove, oven, and sink. A little island stood to one side and a small round table with two chairs completed the space. The floors shone as if they’d been recently scrubbed, and the walls had clearly been painted, and were hung with prints that looked like French ads for alcohol from the twenties.
“I love it,” I said, looking around appreciatively. “You did all this just to be here for a couple months?”
“I did it for Mom and Dad. They can use this as a guest space, or Mom might make it her craft space. I wanted to do it nicely so they’d be proud of it.”
“You’re a good son,” I said, meaning it. If I hadn’t already been attracted to Sly, that would have tipped me over the edge.
“You haven’t even seen the whole thing,” Sly said, pulling me into the center of the space.
“I’m not sure what else there could be,” I laughed. “It’s not that big!”
“No guy wants to hear a lady say that,” Sly said, tugging me up against his chest and putting his arms around me.
“Not what I meant,” I managed, though the proximity of Sly’s hard body pressed against mine made words harder to come by.
“Did you see the bedroom?” Sly asked.
“I think so.”
“The VIP tour includes a test drive of my new bed.”
“Then I guess I’d like the VIP tour, please.” Even as I said the words, the surreality of the whole situation struck me. What I wouldn’t have given all those years ago to be in this exact spot, in this man’s arms...But before I could lose myself to the wistful nostalgia, Sly’s hands found my waist, and he spun me so my back was to the bed, and then picked me up and gently set me atop the deep grey comforter.
“I’ll just get these for you.” He knelt at my feet and took one of my calves between his big palms, pulling my foot to rest on his massive thigh. And then he carefully unfastened the tiny buckle on my sandal, sliding the shoe gently from my foot before repeating the process on the other foot.
There was something so sweet about the action, and I wanted him more than ever. It was like I was the only one allowed to see this side of him, the real Sylvester Remington. And I wanted to see it all.
“Come here,” I suggested, scooting back on the wide bed.
Sly stepped out of his flip flops and crawled up the bed until he reached me, and then straddled me, placing one knee on either side of mine and smiling down at me where I rested against the soft pillows at the head of his bed.
“I like having you on my bed,” he said, his eyes deep and sensual.
“What will you do with me, now that you have me here?”
Those eyes darkened, his lids dropping slightly. “I have a few ideas,” he said. And then he leaned down and took my mouth with his, tossing me right back into the land of fantasies fulfilled.
For what felt like hours, we kissed, our bodies intertwining against the soft cushion of Sly’s big bed. We rolled one way, then another, and there was such an unhurried and languorous quality to the time he spent exploring my body with his hands and my mouth with his tongue, that I began to wonder if he was planning anything else, or if maybe this was the extent of the VIP tour.
But then he rolled me to my tummy, and straddled me from behind.
“Are you about to give me a back rub?” I asked, trying not to be disappointed.
“No,” he said. “Unless that’s what you want. But I’ve spent the last half hour trying to stealthily unzip this goddamn dress, and I can’t fucking figure it out. I needed to put eyes on this chastity lock you’ve got here.”
I laughed into the mattress. “It’s just a hook and eye at the top.”
“Designed by someone who did not realize that if you wear a sundress this sexy, it needs to come off fast.” He managed the zipper then, tugging it down my back. He slipped the straps from my shoulders and moved down my body as he eased the dress down and off. I heard his own zipper, and the sound of his jeans hitting the floor.
I was about to roll back over, when Sly’s big hand landed on my calf.
“Now this is a nice view,” he said, and my face heated, but there was no way he could see it. I could sense his gaze traveling over my legs, my ass, my back, and a moment later, his hands were on me. They traveled up the backs of my legs, hot and huge, leaving a trail of shivery goosebumps in their wake. He paused to palm my ass for a long second, and then climbed over me again, but this time, the warmth of his naked flesh slid against mine, sending spirals of lust twirling through me.
As he slid up my body, trailing kisses up my spine and finally gently moving my hair to one side and covering my neck with kisses, I felt the hard steel of him against me. When his firm thickness landed in the seam of my ass, I groaned at the same time he did. And when he began to move, gently rubbing himself there as his hands and mouth had their way with me, frustration began to bubble inside me. He had me pinned, and I could do nothing but lie there, accepting his attentions, when all I wanted was to wrap myself around him, to feel him in the center of my want before I melted into a withering pile of unfulfilled flesh on his new bed.
I struggled, trying to flip myself over.
“Not yet,” he murmured, and his hand slid beneath me, caressing my stomach as his breath washed hot over my ear. His palm moved down my stomach, slipping into the silk of my panties, and as his mouth teased my earlobe, his long fingers found my pulsing desperate center and I let out a relieved moan.
