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  “Yes, oh yes!” she screamed, wrapping those long, luscious legs around his waist, digging her fingernails tightly into his shoulders. “Harder!” She writhed and moaned beneath him, a fiery little temptress, and he did as she asked, slamming his cock into her tight sheath again and again, until he felt her entire body stiffen, and knew that she was on the edge of orgasm.

  “ROBERTO!” she screamed, her inner walls clenching around his cock, her eyes going blind as the orgasm tore through her. He pulled out just in time and squirted his seed on her stomach, then collapsed on the bed next to her.

  Chapter 4

  The two of them slept like the dead, and when Sherry woke and checked the clock it was 5:30 P.M. She rolled over and looked at Roberto, who was still fast asleep. Sherry had to admit he looked adorable, his handsome features peacefully in sleep and slightly obscured by the black hair falling in his face. He was lying on his side, his muscular body curled against hers, and her heart felt as if he belonged there although her mind knew he didn’t.

  How can I deceive this man? She thought, guilt creeping in on her now that the afterglow of sex was disappearing. She really needed to tell him the truth, preferably now, but he looked so relaxed and peaceful that she couldn’t bear to disturb him. Instead, she slipped into the bathroom, took a shower, and changed into a rhinestone corset gown. She was contemplating various ways in which she could fix her hair when she realized that he still hadn’t moved from the bed, and went to wake him.

  "Wake up." She nudged his broad shoulder, but he simply mumbled something and pressed his face into the pillow. “Hey, wake up!” Seeing no other alternative, she leaned down and kissed him. His lips responded instantly, molding against hers, and she smiled as he groaned.

  His eyes opened, and she pulled back, satisfied that he was awake. “Why are you dressed?” He frowned. “You should be back in bed with me.” He reached out so that he could pull her back down with him.

  “Are you forgetting about our date tonight?” she asked, trying to hold back a giggle at the expression on his face as she danced out of reach. He looked like a child who’d just been denied his favorite toy.

  “Our date?” Comprehension lit his eyes as he remembered, and then he grinned. “Oh. I thought that since we already had sex, we could skip that.” He laughed as she hit him over the head with a pillow. “I’m just joking, bellisima. Of course we’re going on the date. We should celebrate!”

  He got up, and Sherry took a moment to admire his physique again before he pulled on his shirt and jeans. Not bothering to put on his shoes, he simply gathered them up in his arms.

  “I’ll be back soon, Sherry.” He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. “I just want to shower and change before we go.”

  Sherry took the time to fuss with her hair, trying out several styles before settling on the same elegant bun she’d worn to the party—Roberto seemed to like it. She sat and waited, flipping through a fashion magazine, but after twenty minutes she grew restless. He was taking a long time. And men said that women took forever to dress?

  Suddenly, she remembered that the phone had rang while they were having sex, and she snatched her cell off the floor to check the missed call. Nick’s number was listed under her missed calls, and guilt swamped her again. He’d called while she’d been fucking another guy, not long after she’d told him that they would try to work things out when she came back to Canada. What kind of woman was she becoming?

  Feeling obligated, she called him back and prayed that he was asleep—she wasn’t sure she could keep the guilt out of her voice right now if he did answer. Thankfully it rolled over to voicemail, so she left him a quick message to let him know she called before hanging up the phone.

  Someone knocked on her door, and figuring it was probably Roberto she called for them to come in.

  "Hey, sexy lady,” Roberto grinned as he entered the room. His gorgeous body was resplendent in a black tuxedo, and she was glad that she’d chosen the corset gown—this was obviously going to be a formal dinner. “Are you ready?”

  "Yes.” Sherry stepped forward and took Roberto’s outstretched hand. She tried her hardest not to think about Nick as they walked down the hallway and to the elevator, then damned herself for trying to forget about him. What kind of wife was she?

  They waited for the elevator to come up to their floor, and Roberto lifted Sherry’s hand and kissed it. “What’s wrong?” he asked when she didn’t respond, but continued to stare at the elevator doors.

  "Nothing," she shook her head, then stepped forward when the elevator chimed and the doors opened, welcome for the distraction so that she wouldn’t have to explain even as she cursed herself for being a coward. She cursed herself again when she realized that the elevator was empty—it was just the two of them.

  “Sherry, please, tell me what’s wrong.” She looked away, and Roberto gripped her shoulders. “Come on, talk to me!”

  To stop him from asking questions, Sherry pressed her body up against his, backing him into the wall, and reaching out at the same time to press the STOP button on the elevator keypad. She palmed his dick roughly through his slacks, zipped them open so she could take his hard shaft into her hands. A deep groan rumbled up through his chest, and she smiled, forgetting about her ulterior motives. It made her feel powerful, to reduce him to putty like this in her hands.

  "Stop,” Roberto gasped, even as he contradicted his words by tightening his hands on her shoulders. She slid her fingers up and down his shaft in response. “Fuck! Don't stop… no stop," he panted, trying to get ahold of his senses. He had been trying to ask her something important, though damn if he could remember what it was now.

  "Why?" Sherry asked, looking up at him with her big brown eyes. “Don’t you like this?” She traced the tip of his head with her thumb, and his knees threatened to buckle.

  "They have cameras in the elevator," he managed, through gritted teeth.

  Sherry shrugged. "I don’t mind if they watch," she said, kneeling before him and taking him into her mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head, another groan escaping his lips as she massaged the length of his cock with her tongue and lips.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” he rasped, gripping the base of her neck so that he could bob her head up and down. She sucked him hard and fondled his balls with the palm of her hand. His entire body shuddered, but just as he was about to come she pulled back.

  "That's a taste of things to come.” She straightened and smiled coyly before pressing the button again to get the elevator going.

  Roberto stuck his cock back into his pants, panting hard. All he could think about was pressing that damn button and slamming her up against the wall so he could fuck her, but he’d promised her a date. If he did that she would think that he just wanted sex, and it would be just the thing to give her an excuse to wiggle out of what could be a promising relationship. He wasn’t going to let that happen.

  But damn, the woman had a talented mouth. Sometime in the near future he was going to make her finish what she started.

  The elevator stopped, and they stepped in the lobby and waited while the valet brought Roberto’s Maserati around. Once it arrived, Roberto opened the passenger door for Sherry and waited until she was settled before sliding into the driver’s side. He’d been quiet the entire time, not trusting himself to speak.

  "Where are we going?" Sherry asked as they pulled away from the hotel.

  "It is a surprise,” was all he would say.

  Sherry looked out the window, watching for any hint of their destination. They passed a sign that read Canal de l'Ourcq, Two Miles, and soon enough the canal came into view a beautiful little body of water that snaked and twisted its way through Paris, an extension of the Ourcq River. To her surprise, Roberto headed directly for the canal and parked right near the bank, where a small yacht was waiting for them.

  “You’re taking me out on your yacht?” she asked as he helped her out of the car. “I have to say this is definitely a new experi
ence for me.” She was charmed, foolishly charmed by it. She had thought he would be taking her to some high-brow fancy restaurant, where you paid through the nose just for the privilege of looking at the menus. But this was a truly romantic idea.

  “I didn’t think you had,” he said by way of answer as he helped her onto the boat. It was a beautiful craft, all sleek lines and gleaming wood and metal. He led her out onto the deck, where a candlelight dinner waited at a table set for two.

  Roberto pulled her chair out for her, and once she was seated he joined her at the table. “What do you think?” he asked.

  Her eyes shone warmly in the candlelight. “I think this is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me.”

  They ate in silence, Sherry savoring her meal, Roberto savoring the way she looked in that dress. The corset accentuated her ample bust and tiny waist, and the slit in the dress exposed a chocolaty thigh that was just begging to be licked.

  "What am I going to do with you, Sherry?" Roberto sighed.

  "What do you mean?" Sherry asked, looking up from her nearly empty plate.

  "I can't think around you.” He was surprised at the note of frustration in his voice. “We’re supposed to be enjoying a romantic dinner, but every time I look at you, all I can think about is how badly I want to fuck you. Right now I’m thinking about spreading you over this table and pushing my cock into you from behind."

  His fantasy, put into words, made her instantly wet for him. She stood up and ripped the table cloth from the table, sending the contents crashing to the floor, startling both of them. She almost couldn’t believe she’d actually done it, but there was no going back now.

  “Do it then,” she challenged, yanking at the zipper on her gown and allowing it to slide to the floor. “Bend me over the table and fuck me.”

  Roberto licked his lips as he took a good look at her. The candles had been extinguished, but the moon was full tonight and he had no trouble seeing her curvy figure, which was completely bare except for a black lace push-up bra and thong.

  “I suppose I can manage it, since you look absolutely exquisite,” he told her, pulling her close and lowering his lips to hers. He kissed her hungrily, working them both into frenzy until she was tearing at the buttons on his shirt beneath his tuxedo jacket and he was ripping her bra away to fill his hands with her plump breasts. He kissed his way down her throat so that he could suck at the chocolaty peaks, then lifted her and spread her atop the table so that her knees were bent and her round ass crested high into the cool, night air.

  Bending down, he lifted the thong strap away to expose the soft, pink slit of her pussy and dragged his tongue across the folds. She moaned deep in her throat, pressing close, and he slapped her ass, which only made her cry out louder.

  “Mmm, do you like that?” he asked, delivering another stinging slap to her cheek.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Please, Roberto. I need your cock inside me.”

  He slapped her ass again and thrust his tongue into her pussy at the same time, and was rewarded with a half-shriek, half-moan. “Please, Roberto!”

  He smiled. “Your wish is my command.” Undoing the fly of his slacks, he freed his cock from its confines. He fumbled a condom from his pocket onto the shaft, then slid it inside her dripping pussy. Her walls clenched around him, and he groaned. “You feel so incredible,” he groaned as he gripped her hips and pumped his cock into her. “So fucking incredible.”

  Sherry gripped the edges of the square table and held on for dear life as Roberto worked his cock in her tight, aching pussy. There were no words for how unbearably erotic it was for him to be fucking her out in the open. It was true that they were in the wilderness, but there could be campers. She should have been mortified, but instead the idea that they could be discovered only made it more exciting for her.

  He slapped her ass again, sending vibrations through to her clit, and she went off the edge into an orgasm that left her breathless, seeing stars. He didn’t let up though, and continued his erotic spanking as he pumped her full of his cock, and soon she was having another orgasm, and then another. Her cries echoed throughout the forest, and she couldn’t have stopped them if she’d tried—never, in all her years of marriage with Nick, had she experienced multiple orgasms before during sex. She thought she would die from the pleasure.

  Finally, after her fourth orgasm, she felt him stiffen, and he groaned while his cock pulsed, spilling his seed inside her. She wondered what it would feel like without a condom—she’d never had unprotected sex with Nick as neither of them were ready to have children.

  When he was done he collapsed on top of her and they both lay like that, breathing heavily. “That was incredible,” she sighed, sleep creeping into her voice.

  “Yes, it was.” Roberto stood, and she squeaked as he lifted her into his arms and carried her inside the yacht. “And there’s more to come. You pulled a very dirty trick on me in the elevator, and my cock is still hungry for appeasement. And we have all night for you to make up to it.”

  He led her into the bedroom, and shut the door. A long time passed before either of them slept.

  Chapter 5

  When she woke up, light was streaming in through the gauzy white curtains, and Roberto was gone. Sitting up, she looked around the room to see a skimpy black bathrobe hanging on a chair next to the bed, and she drew it on before going out into the living room area.

  "Good morning Madame, can I get you anything?" Roberto asked cheerfully. Clearly he had been up and about for awhile, as he was showered and dressed in a blue V-necked sweater and jeans. He sat in a brown leather chair in the living room, perusing the morning paper. How he’d gotten a copy of it when they were on a boat, she wasn’t sure—but she supposed wealthy men could make anything happen.

  "Yes, I need coffee please. Is it a morning?" she asked. There hadn’t been a clock in the bedroom.

  He nodded and crossed over to the bar, where a carafe sat on a tray next to a trio of cups. "You were sound asleep,” he told her as he poured her a steaming cup, then added cream and sugar, “so I thought it would be best to stay the night... especially after last night’s strenuous activities." He smiled, handing the cup over to her. “I trust you’re feeling well?”

  They had tried a number of positions last night, several of which she was unaccustomed to, and so she was sore in some rather interesting places. “I’m fine,” she told him, unwilling to admit that, and sipped at her coffee while ignoring his knowing smile.

  With each sip her brain became clearer, and began thinking about work. She wanted to check her schedule, but it was on her cell phone, and she’d left that at the hotel. Oh, fuck. What if Nick had called while she was gone?

  "I need to get back to the hotel,” she blurted, setting her cup down.

  "Why?" Roberto asked, frowning lightly.

  "I have to prepare for work," she lied, hoping that he wouldn’t see the panic racing under her skin.

  "Okay.” He shrugged his shoulders, thankfully taking her words at face value. “Get dressed and I will drive you.”

  She dressed quickly, and soon they were on the road. She stared out the window, her shoulders tense, praying that she hadn’t missed a call. Oh God, the guilt was eating her alive now. How could she keep doing this?

  “Is something wrong?” Roberto asked concern in his green eyes as he looked over at her. “You seem preoccupied.”

  “Just thinking about work,” she lied absently, trying her best not to twist her hands in her lap. “I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

  He nodded. "Do you need some time to yourself?"

  "Yeah,” she said, relieved that he wasn’t pressing her further. “I think I should get some work done for Monday training session and I have to look for a flat to rent, since I am going to be here for a while."

  "You don't have to worry about finding a flat; the company will find you one. I’ll drop you off at your hotel and I will go home so I won’t be tempted to interrupt you.” He smiled
and winked at her, leaving Sherry no doubt as what the ‘interrupting’ would be. “Once I have the flat for you I'll give you a call."

  “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

  They arrived at the hotel in short order, and Sherry allowed Roberto to walk her to her hotel room. As she reached for the doorknob he turned her around, pressed her against the wall, and gave her a long, deep kiss that had her toes curling and her heart racing once again. Dammit, she had fucked him all night. Why did she still feel this way?

  “See you later, bellisima,” he whispered, then walked away, leaving Sherry with her turbulent thought. She opened the door and locked herself inside her hotel room, wanting some peace and quiet so that she could sort out her feelings and figure out what to do with them.

  Apparently that wasn’t going to happen, because her cell phone started ringing. Rushing over to the bed, she picked it up and answered immediately when she saw it was Nick.

  "Hi, Sherry, where have you been?" he asked.

  "Hi, Nick, sorry I missed your calls last night. I was out late with some friends from the office,” she lied—she seemed to be doing that a lot lately. “I was going to call you, but I got caught up working on some material for Monday’s training session."

  "Do you love me, Sherry?" Nick asked abruptly.

  "Nick you know I love you," Sherry answered, a hint of exasperation in her voice. Now she felt like shit, which was just stupid. He was the one who cheated on her, not the other way around.

  "I know you love me, but are you in love with me?"

  "After all that’s happened, how can you even ask me that?" Sherry asked, a little angry now. “I should be the one asking you that!”

  "Come on, baby tell me something," Nick pleaded. "I feel like you’ve been avoiding me. Do you want this marriage to work or not?" His tone turned demanding.