The Arrangement

“I’m sorry you spent so much time in here over the past few days,” she pouted. “We really didn’t want to disturb you, though. You were kinda in the zone.”

“I know.”

“The three of us were feeling guilty last night,” Kayleen went on. “I mean you went through all the trouble of booking this getaway, and you didn’t even get to enjoy it.”

I nodded in the direction of my computer. “I enjoyed it very much,” I said. “Actually, it was exactly what I needed.”

Kayleen straddled me on the armless chair, throwing one leg over each of mine. Her ass felt impossibly warm against my lap.

“I could help you enjoy it more,” she suggested, lowering her face toward mine. Her hair brushed lightly against my ears. Her lips kissed my cheek briefly… then closed sensually over my neck.

Fuck…

I let me hands wander under the blanket, over the smooth expanse of her warm thighs. Writing my ending to the story had been only one of the things I’d done here. The other, was to constantly think about her.

Shit, it seemed I was always thinking about her.

And that’s okay, the little voice in my head reminded me. For once.

Kayleen hadn’t been a distraction. If anything, she’d been my muse. She’d provided welcome breaks at times I’d had writers’ block. Inspiration and insight, whenever I’d drawn a blank.

And whenever I got stuck on something, she’d just plain rocked my socks off.

“Well I wanted to say thank you,” she said sweetly. She was still nuzzling me. Planting kisses everywhere she saw bare skin. “I mean… I know I promised you we’d have time together, you and me.”

“We’ll have time,” I said. “I just needed to sort this out.”

She pulled back to look at me. Her eyes, her mouth… it was all so pretty. So perfect.

Goddammit she was fucking beautiful.

“And did you?”

“Yes.”

“Then maybe you should reward yourself.”

Kayleen smiled impishly and climbed from my lap. She shrugged the blanket from her shoulders. Fell back gently, onto my bed.

“A reward, huh?”

“Yup.”

She slid upward until her head was on my pillow, fanning her hair out beneath her. Then she drew her knees up… and let her legs fall open.

My breath caught as I saw nothing in the way of panties.

“You worked hard here,” she said, tracing one hand slowly down her stomach. It dipped lower, between her legs. “Maybe you should take a victory lap.”

Kayleen’s expression of mischief turned to pleasure as she slid her hand along the length of her glistening sex. Her pretty pink pussy was already soaked. In the half-light, I could see strands of stickiness adhering to her fingers.

“It’s late, you’re tired. Everyone’s sleeping,” she said. “But I want you to use me, Burke.”

Her voice had a seductive edge to it now. She purred, more than talked.

“Use you?”

Kayleen nodded and smiled. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, she dipped two fingers inside and swirl