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“Please,” she panted, her voice a plaintive whine that struck something in my brain just the right way. “Please, Morgan, please. Fuck me with that thick cock. Use me like I’m the toy, now.”

That was what I needed.

My whole body tensed, then shuddered, then tensed again, and I was emptying myself inside Carmen for the fourth time as I kissed her hard. Together, we moaned, and I could feel her tensing one last time as another shudder passed through me. I felt as if a fire had been lit somewhere deep within me and spread through all my limbs. Panting, moaning, my arms went weak, and I nearly collapsed before I was able to drops her legs from my shoulders.

How I could cum that much in less than twelve hours, I didn’t know. I wasn’t exactly old, or anything, but I wouldn’t exactly call myself a spring chicken.

Gasping, I rolled off of her. I flopped onto my back next to her and we both stared at the ceiling.

“Well,” she said after a long moment of silence that had been broken only by our heavy panting, “good morning to you, too.”

“Yeah,” I said, still out of breath. “Morning.”

Then we both burst out laughing.

“So?” I asked, glancing over to her as I still lay on my back, our laughter having faded away.

“So…?”

“Breakfast?”

She winced.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no.’”

“Sorry.” She let out a sigh and went to sit up, red hair falling across pale shoulders. Something about the way she moved was so graceful, so perfect. “I’m meeting with some people in just a little bit, then I have to go across town for another meeting with a different group, then I’ve got this big thing tonight.” Even the way she didn’t have a bit of self-consciousness about her nudity seemed so extraordinary as she rose from the mattress, walked back around to her original side of the bed.

She gestured to the manila folders on the nightstand, the ones she must have been going through when I’d first awoken, as if by way of explanation, saying, “My time is not my own, remember?”

“Yeah,” I said, shaking my head. “Yeah, I get it. You’re here for work. Same as me.” I waved a dismissive hand.

“I… Otherwise… But…”

“Like I said, I get it. You got work, I got work. Right.”

“Thanks for understanding.”

“Night cap tonight, maybe?” I asked, already swinging my legs off the bed. “I’ve got work stuff till late, but I’d be free later. Sometime after eleven?”

“Client dinner, then a flight out tomorrow morning. Early.”

“Yeah.” I let out a sigh as I stood, then went over to collect my clothes from where they’d been left on the floor by the hotel room’s entrance. I pulled on my underwear and pants, then shirt, not wanting to look at her. I grabbed my socks and boots, went over to the chair to put them on.

Carmen disappeared into the bathroom as I did, and I let out a long, low sigh I hoped she couldn’t hear.

“What was that?” she called from the bathroom.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath, even as I cringed. “I asked what this client of yours did. I never asked before.”

“Oh.” What seemed like a moment’s hesitation, then she was coming out of the bathroom, now clothed in one of those quality white, fluffy bathrobes that seemed so ubiquitous in higher-end business hotels. “Shipping, mostly. A foreign investor guy who’s trying to get into shipping here in St. Louis.”

“There’s shipping here?”

Chuckling, she shrugged. “Apparently the Mississippi is a big waterway still. Carries a lot of freight up and down from St. Louis to New Orleans, where he got his start in-country, and now he’s looking to expand here. Who knew, right?”

“Yeah. Who knew?” Smiling a little, I went to stand. “Guess this is it, then,” I said as I crossed over to where she stood near the front door.

“Guess so.” Arms folded in front of her, she looked up at me as I came to a stop. I was only inches from her, and I swear I could see something deep in her eyes that seemed to nearly mirror the feelings I’d had when first waking up.