Minding Amy

"Amy, oh yes."

She nodded at him, her hips arching to accommodate him.

As he drove his full length into her, she cried out with pleasure. He felt her throb and clasp at him with her inner muscles, then he saw the relief she felt in her expression. She wanted this as much as he did. Oh, but that fired him up. He rose up onto his arms, thrusting into the tender place she had offered him.

His thrusts soon grew urgent, the clasp of her slick cunt urging him on, faster and faster. Her hands roved over his back then she dug her fingers into the dips of muscle on his buttocks, pulling him deeper. He wanted to drive her to distraction and now she was moving in tune with his body. Sebastian felt as if he was about to come every time he pressed against her, deep inside.

Her head began to roll from side to side, her mouth open. He was so close. He slid one hand down to where they were joined, stroking her clit. He couldn't hold out much longer. A startled moan crossed her lips and he felt her spasm rhythmically, her lush, tender flesh embracing him over and over. That was his final undoing. With a deep lurch and a roar, Sebastian came.

* * * *

"Can I take this warm afterglow you're giving off as a sign of your satisfaction, Madam?" They were lolling in the bed, in the early hours, after several rounds of hot sex. Each time he'd thought them replete they'd both come back for more, like two starving people who'd been offered a gourmet smorgasbord.

She grinned at him. "Oh yes, you can. You're in top notch shape, and you certainly have plenty of effective techniques to satisfy a woman." She laughed and ruffled her hand through his hair. "Although…" Her expression grew pensive. ""While we’re working together I think I'd better keep checking that's still the case, don't you agree?" She arched one eyebrow at him.

"Yes, that sounds good." He breathed a sigh and nibbled on her ear lobe. "In fact I think we'd better check it out in as many ways as possible and in as many positions as possible."

She captured his face in her hands and kissed him deep, her tongue dancing with his.

"I have to say, I'm really enjoying the perks that come with this job," he teased, his hand stroking over her hip.

"Cheeky," she murmured, sleepily, snuggling down.

He smiled and was about to drift off when he felt her rouse herself and get out of the bed. She walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains. After the marathon session they'd shared he was in dire need of sleep, but the sight of her body outlined by the moonlight stimulated a stirring of desire, nonetheless.

"Amy, I'm sorry, but I have to ask, what the hell are you doing?"

"Oops, sorry. Do you mind?" She gestured at the open curtains where light flooded in across the bed. "I like to get a bit of natural light from the window if I'm in a strange place."

"Of course I don't mind," he lied. "I was just curious as to why."

She climbed back into the bed beside him and he pulled the sheet up around her shoulder, one finger stroking the soft outline of her neck as she nestled into the pillows.

"The light's lovely," she whispered, sleepily. "Much better than the dark shadows in a strange room."

She gave a funny little shiver.

Sebastian smiled to himself in the gloom. For someone who wanted to be an investigative journalist, she sure was easily spooked.

Chapter Five

Amy opened her eyes, squinting into the sunlight that blazed in through the open curtains. The sun didn't usually hit her bedroom window until mid-afternoon. She blinked into the light. A shadow crossed her vision and she sat bolt upright, the bed covers falling away. At the window a pair of eyes stared in at her, hands spread out against the pane of glass as the figure peered into the room.

Amy swore aloud and leapt up out of the bed.

Beside her, Sebastian pulled the sheet off his face. "What's the problem?"

He rose onto his elbow and glanced toward the window, at the view Amy was frowning at. "Ah, it's our charming caretaker. Apparently she can't contain her curiosity about our sleeping arrangements." He gave the woman a half-hearted wave and a sardonic smile. "Yes, dearie, we'll be up soon."

Amy chuckled.

"Come back to bed," he added, under his breath, and lifted the sheet with his free hand inviting her closer.

She couldn't take her eyes off him. He looked like Adonis himself, lying back against the headboard and pillows, tempting her to come and enjoy his body again. The look of his broad, strong chest, scattered with fine dark hair, lured her—as did the shape of his abdomen, the smooth hard muscle that ridged from beneath his rib cage to disappear under the sheet. That was quite a six-pack he had there. She melted inside, her body quickly reminding her of the pleasure they'd shared the night before. He'd been so attentive to her responses, making sure she was finely attuned to him. The rush she had experienced when he was finally inside her—she had never felt anything quite like that before.

He eyed her hungrily and patted the bed.

She slid back between the sheets. "Don't you think we should get up now she's–"