When he added his fingers to my delectable torture, he brought me suddenly to the top. The edge was right there. “Fuck, Travis… Oh my God!” I was incapable of complete sentences as my hips bucked against his strong grip. He continued to suck as my legs became rigid, a vise around his head. I no longer controlled my body or my words. They were coming from my lips, but I couldn’t process them as I heard myself beg. I begged for him to stop, and begged for him to never stop. It wasn’t until all my strength dissolved and I floated back to earth that the room finally reappeared.

When it did, Travis was above me, looking down into my eyes. “You’re fucking gorgeous when that’s real. Fucking gorgeous. I want to see that again.”

Again? I don’t fucking think I can do that again.

Before I could articulate words, he was on top of me, spreading my legs and coaxing my entrance with his cock. A whimper left my lips as he teased my clit and moved only the head of his massive penis inside of me. “Please…” I begged again.

“Please what? I love hearing your voice, your words.”

“Please fuck me. I want your cock inside of me.”

I gasped as he did exactly what I asked. My hands reached for his shoulders as he thrust deep inside. With all my strength I clung to him, the man who’d been with me through it all. Harder and harder he plunged, hitting that spot, the one that pushed me back up my mountain. Fuck! He hit every spot. I couldn’t remember feeling so full. As the wonderful scent of masculine musk filled my suite, he pounded me against the mattress, deeper and deeper until I didn’t think I could take anymore.

“So fucking good!” he growled as our bodies fell into a rhythm: in and out, in and out, each thrust brushing my clit and filling my core. The mountain grew and grew. I wrapped my legs around him. He grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. The ledge appeared out of nowhere. When his fingers dug into my skin, I let go, and screamed. Lights flashed and my body convulsed. I was there but not there. I was lost as wave after wave of heated contractions rippled through me.

“Oh my fucking God!” Travis yelled with one final thrust that tore me to the core. We landed in a bundle of sheets, his cock throbbing inside me.

When our breathing quieted, I asked with a grin, “Travis?”

“Yes?” His nose nuzzled mine.

“I’ve changed my mind.”

“You have? About what.”

I reached up and ran my hand over his cheek. “You can touch me.”

“Fucking A.” He ran his hand down my side, finding my hand, and intertwined our fingers. Bringing them to his lips, he showered each one with kisses. “I’m glad I have your permission, because after this, I don’t think I could stop.”

“Don’t. Don’t fucking stop.”

EVERY NOW AND then, when I reached into my jewelry box, my fingers would brush the old paper napkin that still surrounded the small vials. I knew there was no reason to keep them; most of the Cytoxan was gone. Nonetheless, the tightly wrapped vials that I’d taken from the Harrington Clinic Distribution Center a lifetime ago remained. Travis and I both knew they were there, and we knew that there was no immediate threat or reason to keep them. Yet, for some reason they remained.

We’d talked about ways to dispose of them. It wasn’t like we could just throw them away. A smile fluttered across my face as I thought about how Travis rid me of the warehouse. If we would’ve been thinking at the time, we could’ve put the vials in the building before the explosion. Stewart’s chair was still there.

It didn’t take long for the police to rule that the blast was caused by a gas main break. Thankfully, the area was uninhabited and no one was injured. When the warehouse was declared a total loss, I had no trouble telling them to bulldoze the whole fucking place to the ground.

As I sat at my desk midmorning, I pushed those memories away and concentrated on our now. We were still in Miami: Travis wanted to run the Spas and Suites. Truthfully, he’d stepped into the role well.

“Mrs. Daniels, your mail is here,” Kristina said as she handed me the stack of letters.

“Thank you, Kristina. Have you seen Lisa?”

“Yes, ma’am, I can get her for you.”

I fumbled through the letters as Kristina left and Travis entered the room. Looking up, I became momentarily preoccupied with the way my husband’s tight shirt accentuated his chest and arms, as well as the way it tucked into his customary dark slacks. For only a second I thought about what was under those slacks, what was deep inside of me just this morning. By the time my eyes moved to his, his lopsided grin told me that I’d been caught. “Mrs. Daniels, may I help you?”

I reached out to hold his waist and looked up at his dark eyes. “I think you did this morning, twice as I recall.”

He shook his head. “Have you talked to your mother?”

Rolling my eyes, I said, “Yes, she called again. I’m glad she’s doing well, but I could do without the daily updates. I do think it was smart of them to make her go through rehab again as part of her parole. I mean, we know she was forced to drink the alcohol, but in some ways it’s like she’s starting all over.”

“She’s still a pain in the ass.”

I smiled and tilted my head, my gray eyes opened wide. “A bigger one than me?”

“Most days,” Travis replied, kissing the top of my head and pulling playfully away.

I looked back down at the mail and remembered something I’d read. “What’s happening with the Harrington Spas and Suites in London?”