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His
breathing
is
erratic
,
but
he
kisses
me
tenderly
,
not
moving
,
still
inside
me
,
and
I
blink
,
unseeing
,
into
his
eyes
.
As
he
comes
into
focus
,
he
gently
pulls
out
of
me
,
holding
me
steady
while
I
place
my
feet
on
the
floor
.
The
bathroom
is
now
cloudy
with
steam
…
and
hot
.
I
feel
overdressed
.
“
You
seem
pleased
to
see
me
,
”
I
murmur
with
a
shy
smile
.
His
lips
quirk
up
.
“
Yes
,
Miss
Steele
,
I
think
my
pleasure
is
pretty
self
-
evident
.
Come
—
let
me
get
you
in
the
shower
.
”
He
undoes
the
next
three
buttons
of
his
shirt
,
removes
the
cuff
links
,
tugs
it
over
his
head
,
and
discards
it
on
the
floor
.
Taking
off
his
suit
pants
and
boxer
briefs
,
he
kicks
them
to
one
side
.
He
begins
to
undo
the
buttons
on
my
blouse
while
I
watch
him
,
yearning
to
reach
out
and
stroke
his
chest
,
but
I
contain
myself
.
“
How
was
your
journey
?
”
he
asks
mildly
.
He
seems
so
much
calmer
now
,
his
apprehension
gone
,
dissolved
by
sexual
congress
.
“
Fine
,
thank
you
,
”
I
murmur
,
still
breathless
.
“
Thanks
once
again
for
first
class
.
It
really
is
a
much
nicer
way
to
travel
.
”
I
smile
shyly
at
him
.
“
I
have
some
news
,
”
I
add
nervously
.
“
Oh
?
”
He
looks
down
at
me
as
he
undoes
the
last
button
,
slips
my
blouse
down
my
arms
,
and
throws
it
on
top
of
his
discarded
clothes
.
“
I
have
a
job
.
”
He
stills
,
then
smiles
at
me
,
his
eyes
warm
and
soft
.
