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end of the bargain.”
    “Is that so? I’m pretty sure someone fell asleep halfway through her massage,” he replied, his voice still groggy with sleep.
    “Mm-hmmm…” Jaden reached beneath the covers and grasped his cock, leisurely working it up and down as she guided it between her legs.
    Ivan nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck and let out a low, guttural moan. He slid into the warmth of her sex, working his way deeper with each thrust.
    His slow movements were excruciating. Jaden moved her hips, trying to pick up the pace, but Ivan’s strong arm encircled her and held her against his body. His hot breath tickled her skin and his deep morning voice sent shivers up her spine when he spoke.
    “Stay still.” He held her tighter.
    Jaden lay perfectly still as he took her from behind. There was something arousing about his commanding tone and forceful grip, and her body trembled and inched closer to climax. She could feel him tensing behind her and knew he too was getting close. His grip on her loosened, and she felt his palm trace a heated path along her arm to her hand. Taking her hand in his, he guided it between her legs.
    “Touch yourself,” he whispered fiercely. He spread her labia, revealing her swollen clit. “I want you to feel yourself come.”
    “Ivan…” she protested, but she could tell by the tone of his voice that this was turning him on. She began to circle her clit with the tip of her finger. With each motion, his pace quickened, driving them both hard and fast toward climax. With each thrust, his cocked filled her, stretching her to the limits.
    “Come for me.”
    His hoarse voice reverberated across her skin and drove her over the edge. With one final stroke of her clit, she exploded around him, her muscles constricting around his cock. She could feel her clit pulsing beneath the tips of her fingers as shockwaves of pleasure rippled through her body. And before long, Ivan found his own release, moaning out her name as he spilled himself within her.
    They lay in each other’s embrace as the climax ebbed. Jaden could feel the blush that still heated her cheeks. She’d never touched herself in front of Ivan before, but he obviously enjoyed it. And truth be told, she enjoyed it too.
    “That was—”
    “Quick?” Ivan laughed.
    “I was going to say intense, but quick works too.”
    “That’s what you get for catching me off guard at—” Ivan raised his head and peeked over her shoulder at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “Seven a.m.”
    “Is it that early?” Jaden moaned and buried her face in the down pillow. “Ugh. Weekends are meant for sleeping in.”
    “Not today, baby. It’s good that we’re up. We have a full agenda.” And with that, Ivan placed a kiss on her neck, tossed back the covers, and slid out of bed.

    Hand in hand, Ivan and Jaden walked beneath the grand archway that led to the restaurant at Chateau Marmot. As they waited for a table, Ivan grabbed a copy of USA Today from the counter, and soon they followed a waitress to the back of the lounge. They sat in companionable silence as they ate, Ivan reading the paper and sipping at his iced coffee, and Jaden checking her emails and nibbling an egg white omelet, famished after last night’s mini golf incident and the early-morning interlude.
    “Are you ready for your day, young lady?” Ivan asked, looking up from his paper, his voice deeper than usual.
    She watched as his eyes roamed her body. Even dressed in yoga pants and a T-shirt, and no doubt looking a little worse for wear from the stress of her job, she loved that Ivan looked at her as if she were the most beautiful woman on earth. “I don’t know if I can ever be ready for one of your surprises. What’s the plan?”
    “If I told you, then it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it? But I can tell you this: if we don’t hurry, we’re going to miss our plane.” Ivan folded the newspaper and placed it on the table, then offered her his