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hotel again?
Three months from today—so the twenty-fourth?”
    “It’s a plan.”
    It was a plan they continued to keep for twenty-one months.

Five
     
    Nathan was still wearing most of his
clothes, and that wasn’t a situation Lynn could allow to continue.
    Having recovered enough from their first round of sex, she
raised herself up with a pleased smile and looked down at him. He was still
sprawled out sideways on the bed, looking flushed and sated.
     Since he’d just come, it would be a little while before he
would be ready for sex again. Based on her experience, Nathan had a pretty good
recovery time for a man his age, but he was no longer eighteen years old.
    Lynn saw no reason to waste the time just lying around the
hotel room and waiting, however. They only had one night every three months.
    So she pulled off his tie and started to unbutton his shirt.
    Nathan smiled up at her. He’d been looking appreciatively at
her body—she was still wearing only her bra and panties, which he’d simply
pushed aside in order to fuck her earlier—but now his eyes rested on her face.
“Your hair is different.”
    “I’m letting it grow out some.”
    “I like it.”
    “Thanks. I think I like it too.”  She finished the last
button on his shirt and tugged on the fabric until he lifted his back enough to
let her pull the shirt off over his shoulders.
    She’d forgotten about his cufflinks, and she frowned as she
had to pause to fiddle with them in order to get his cuffs over his hands.
    Nathan laughed softly. “I don’t care what current fashion
dictates. A well-dressed man wears cufflinks. That’s what my dad always said.”
    Lynn rolled her eyes. “Except for you, no man I’ve ever met
still wears cufflinks.”
    Matt didn't even bother to button his cuffs most of the
time, since he was always pushing his sleeves up over his elbows.
    “Maybe you need to broaden your sphere of acquaintances,” Nathan
murmured, lifting his hand so she could reach his other cuff.
    She just made a face at him and finally got his sleeves off.
She dropped his shirt—which had probably cost more than most of her complete
outfits—over the side of the bed.
    When she turned back to him, she frowned more deeply and started
to pull off his white t-shirt. “It takes forever to undress you.”
    Nathan’s chest vibrated with his husky laughter. “Going
without a t-shirt isn’t too smart if I ever want to take off my jacket.”
    “Do a lot of sweating, do you? You should set the
temperature lower in your office.”
     “The administrative staff would revolt if I made it any
cooler than it is.” His voice was muffled by the t-shirt she was pulling over
his head.
    “I guess manipulating the politic operations of this city is
pretty hot work.”
    “You overestimate the extent of my manipulations. And it’s
not the hottest thing I can think of.” His expression heated up as she stroked
his bare chest.
    Lynn smiled again, sliding her palms against his skin,
exulting in the firm flesh, lean muscle, and scattering of coarse hair.
    She was familiar by now with Nathan’s body, but she still
enjoyed caressing the curve of his strong shoulders, the taper of his ribs, the
contours of his abdomen, the tightness of his flat stomach. She squeezed his
sides, finding just a little spare flesh there.
    He narrowed his eyes in displeasure when her hands lingered on
that spot.
    “I’m not implying anything,” she said, her eyes innocently
wide but her mouth wobbling with a hidden smile. She stroked back up to his
nipples and fondled them idly.
    Her chest filled with pleasure, the warmth spreading down to
her growing arousal, but it wasn’t just lust. She felt a satisfied kind of
possessiveness—that she could see him, touch him like this when the world saw
him only in his sophisticated power.
    While she wasn’t foolish enough to assume she was the only one who got to see Nathan like this, she knew he wasn’t dating anyone
seriously, and she just