With a smirk on the lips she exclaims, “we’ll get to that later.”
“I actually arranged something, dinner wise.”
“Oh really, and what would that be?”
“It’s a surprise, follow me.”
We make our way back to my hotel. XXX From her purse she removes a small bottle. If I had to work tomorrow, that would be two days in a row spend staring at my screen. “We have to get up,” she said, with pouting lips and a sad expression on her face. We continue to pleasure each other and until my strength comes back to me. It’s her. Just before she broke the hug she whispered into my ear, “Thank you for a fantastic night.”
Those words lingered in my ears while I am staring at a spreadsheet.
