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a towel and for a moment her eyes drank him in before she replied, luxuriating in the expanse of his broad chest, his muscles as firm as ever, his stomach flat and trim, and beneath the fuzz of his pubis his cock hanging long and solid. As he rubbed his black hair, his bicep flexed a little and she felt another, more pleasant sensation below her stomach.
    “I’m fine,” she said, wriggling her fingers. “Come back to bed.”
    He came forward and bent over her, his warm face coming into contact with hers, lips touching and his tongue flicking between hers as he pushed himself down onto her. Greedily, her wayward fingers sought out his length and she gave it a tug. He, however, reached down: while not releasing her mouth his own hand slapped at hers, softly but persistently.
    “I can’t,” he said at last as he raised his face away from hers a few inches. His hand still held hers, affectionate but relentless, preventing her impish desires. “Today’s too busy. I really can’t be late for this one.”
    She sighed and, letting him clasp her in his loving bonds, stretched across with her free arm for the clock on the bedside table, raising her head to squint at it sleepily. “Eight thirty,” she pouted. “You should have woken me up earlier.”
    “But you looked so adorable sleeping. I thought I’d never forgive myself.” He paused, a small frown on his face. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
    “Yes!” she told him, slightly exasperated. “I’ve already told you.”
    “Okay, okay!” He let go of her hand and stood up, continuing to dry himself. “It’s just that I heard you groan.”
    Her own head fell back onto the pillow. “Oh, that. Just a bit of stomach ache.” She pushed the cover further down her bed, the smooth flow of her belly visible so that she could rub it. “I think I must have eaten something funny last night.”
    “And after I took you to one of the finest restaurants in New York! Well, that’s gratitude for you.”
    She scowled playfully at him. “Very well,” she corrected herself. “Perhaps I ate too much, that’s all.” As she rubbed her abdomen, she pinched the flesh tenderly in her fingers. There was a little too much flab for her own liking. Damn it! How could Daniel eat like a horse and stay so slim? She sighed once more, knowing the answer to that: at heart she was far too lazy a person to endure the physical regime that he imposed upon himself.
    Daniel had picked up a shirt and was pulling it over his solid arms and back when he heard her sigh. Turning again, he looked at her somewhat sharply. “What is it?” he asked.
    She shook her head, but he refused to accept this, reading her face rather than any other overt signs. Continuing to button up his shirt, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her with a stern kindness. “What is it? You’re not still thinking of what that asshole, Felix, said, are you?”
    Again she shook her head and then relented. “No. Perhaps. A little.” She paused but refused to look at him, staring instead at her hand which was pinching and rubbing her belly, somewhat more roughly now as though to punish it. “You don’t think I’m too fat, do you?”
    At this, he laughed and threw up his hands in a show of mock exasperation. “Women!” he breathed. “No, I don’t think you’re fat.”
    Her expression showed that she did not believe him and so he bent down and began to kiss her belly. Her skin was warm and silky against his face, and in this position he could smell the faint perfume of her sex still in its natural heat. She sighed once more, but this was a gentler, comforted sound this time, and her fingers reached down to his hair, softly stroking his locks as his mouth continued to move over her.
    “That’s nice,” she murmured.
    He lifted his lips a fraction of an inch above her flesh, letting his breath warm her. The navel was a lozenge dipped in the rise of her abdomen, and this close he could see the very faint fur of