“Oh, come on… isn’t thatyourusual chant whenever I’m deep inside you?” he tossed back, making my cocky comment backfire.
“I’mnot the one making all the noise now, am I?” I countered defensively, shaking off his embarrassing come back.
“Not right now… but give it an hour. Then we’ll see who’s doing all the talking. Although…” he paused, squinting like he was deep in thought, then he rolled onto his back. The towel covering his lower body slid to the floor. The therapist checked out my husband’s cock and his eyes widened the moment he saw his Apadravya. “Come to think of it,” Alfie muttered after pausing for dramatic effect. “Yours is more like, ‘ohhh, that’s it. Right there, Alfie. don’t you dare stop… Ohhhhh, Goooooooood’,” he groaned seductively as he slapped his palms against the leather padded table to mimic me having an orgasm.
My therapist bit back a grin until Alfie’s eyes met mine. Quickly, she tucked her lips into her tight closed mouth like she was toothless.
Alfie expected to get a rise out of me, but I countered his comment with a nonchalant roll of my eyes. “Oh, please, Alfie. You’re making yourself sound like you’re some kind of stud that I can’t handle.”
“Baby, you can handle me, but you can’t do that without telling everyone in earshot you’re doing it.”
I held up my hand to signal for my therapist to stop, wrapped the towel over my boobs and sat up on the therapist’s table. “That’s it. There’s no point in continuing with this. These poor people are trying to relax us and all you’re doing is riling us up.”
“You started it,” he reminded me, chuckling
“I’ll start something else in a minute,” I mumbled in warning.
“That’s it. You guys need to leave. Alfie’s obviously in a playful mood which does nothing to help me relax.”
“Yeah, great idea. Besides, I know exactly how to relax you,” he remarked, wagging his brows. He jumped down off the table, then sat back on it with his legs swinging toward the floor.
“Something tells me this is going to be a long night, Alfie Black,” I muttered, shaking my head while I bit back a smile.
“Obviously, I haven’t seen you in a while.” Turning to face the girl who’d been massaging me, he said, “Thanks for warming my wife up for me, but I think I can take it from here.”
“Enough, Alfie!” I admonished when I saw the girl blush.
“Oh, come on, I bet in her line of work she’s seen and heard worse than that. And anyway, what do you think we’re gonna be doing after they leave.”
I glanced toward the therapist who was hastily packing up her equipment. “Thanks for your service,” I offered. Casting her eyes up toward me, she gave me a tight smile. “You’re welcome,” she mumbled, looking embarrassed.
Alfie hopped down from his table while his therapist packed up and strode naked into the suite lounge and came back with his money clip. He peeled three hundred-dollar bills for each of the workers and handed them over.
“Please put some pants on,” I muttered, watching the female therapist checking out his junk again.
“New rule. Pants are not allowed for the next forty-eight hours,” he shot back.
Both therapists glanced toward each other before they began to leave. Once Alfie followed and ensured the door was locked behind them, he turned and pressed his back against it. “Now, Mrs. Black, have I earned the privilege to get down and dirty with you?” he asked playfully.
“I’d be sorely disappointed that you’d come all this way and didn’t,” I replied in my best seductive tone.
“Oh, I guarantee we’ll come, you’ll likely be sore… but I aim never to disappoint you.”
CHAPTER 2
Alfie
It had been over a month since the last time I’d seen Lily. While I’d initially been elated to see her, there was an ache in my chest because, despite her being right there in front of me, I couldn’t shake off a gut feeling that we were slowly losing ‘us’.
Lily pulled on a bathrobe and tied it as she walked over to the bouquet of flowers I’d had delivered to our suite. She flashed me an affectionate smile, gathered her hair out of her way to one side and bent to sniff them. “I’m impressed. You’ve gone to so much trouble with this surprise. I appreciate all the effort you’ve made.”
“Don’t I always make an effort?” I asked, smiling back as I wandered over toward her.
“You do,” she agreed. Her gaze turned thoughtful as she toyed with the display of her favorite flowers, calla lilies. “I love it when you show up for me. Even with your own stuff going on, you always find time for us.”
I almost blurted out “one of us has to” but I knew better. It would only have lowered the tone of the precious days we had together.
Grabbing the lapels of the bathrobe, I pulled her closer to me, undid the tie on it and slid my hands around the silky skin of her midriff.
