Thanks for being patient! Since the last chapter, I've lost my job, adopted a new puppy, and tried to get settled into semi-retirement. Hope everyone is still interested in the story. Enjoy!
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David bristled when he heard Miranda's announcement, "There are issues we're going to face with this relationship that we'll have to overcome, but there's one that we have to address before we go any further."
"What issue is that?" David asked as he stared into Miranda's eyes. She had a look of seriousness that intimidated David a little, which in turn excited him. He'd never met a woman that both turned him on and scared the hell out of him like the one sitting next to him in the vaulted-ceilinged dining hall at the Mason mansion.
"Our issue," Miranda continued, "is whether we should have three or four kids." Miranda's statement didn't register with David for a second or two until a wide smile broke across Miranda's face and she began to laugh. David rolled his eyes and exhaled loudly, relieved that she was just pulling his leg.
"You had me going there," David said as he caught his breath and laughed along with his lover. As they shared their first light moment in the last forty-eight hours, the waitstaff brought the dinner to the couple. David and Miranda ate ravenously. The events of the past few days had not left much time for food and both realized how hungry they were when the scent of filet mignon filled their nostrils. When they finished, David took the bottle of red wine on the table and re-filled both their glasses.
"I want to say," David started as he clinked his goblet to hers, "that I'm glad you came out of the ordeal unharmed, and I'm glad that we were able to clear up any bad feelings between us." David tipped his glass up and swallowed his wine in three big gulps. He then took Miranda's hand and stared once again in to her icy blue eyes. "And I'm glad we're finally alone so I can do this..." David leaned into Miranda and pressed his lips to hers, both tasting the night's wine on each other. Ravenous as they were for the preceding meal, David and Miranda were even hungrier for each other. Miranda broke the kiss then stood from her chair. She turned so her back was facing David and pointed to the zipper on her short black dress.
"Pull," was all she said to David and the young dancer obeyed the command. The black velvet garment fell to the floor when David reached the end of the zipper and the material pooled around Miranda's feet, clad in black stilettoes. She stepped out of the dress on the tile floor and stood before David wearing only her heels and a look of desire.
"Take me upstairs and make love to me. Now." Miranda ordered.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied. Before she could move to head for the doorway, David scooped her nude body into his arms and carried her through the archway of the dining room door and into the hallway that led to the steps to the second floor. As they ascended the staircase, Miranda called out to her electronic assistant.
"Alexa, arm the first-floor doorways and windows until 7am tomorrow morning and turn off the lights."
"Arming first-floor doorways and windows until 7am tomorrow morning and turning off the lights..."
the female robotic voice mimicked her human master.
"Now we won't have to worry about anything," Miranda said to David as she laid her head on his shoulder as he carried her up the steps, "and the security team I hired to fill in for Anthony has strict instructions to stay outside tonight unless there's a life-threatening emergency." David reached the second floor and continued down the hall, heading for the room where he and Miranda had been together before. Miranda stopped David before he went halfway down the hall.
"No, my love..." Miranda said softly as she pointed to a different door. "The master bedroom."
"Are you sure, Miranda?" David asked as he set her down then reached for the doorknob.
"I've never been surer of anything in my life," Miranda replied. "Take me to my room and make love to me."
David didn't have to be told again. He quickly opened the door and followed Miranda into the large suite. The bed was a giant king-size with posts at each corner and a canopy that perched atop each post. Six pillows sat propped against the headboard that David swore you could show a movie on; he thought it was nearly the size of one of the billboards along the highway to Ann Arbor. David once more picked up Miranda then placed her nude body on the down comforter covering the mattress.
Miranda watched intently as David began to remove his clothes. She had seen him naked the first night they had met (she had seen him nearly naked the first hour they had met!), but she loved to watch him undress. His washboard abs and sculpted arms gave Miranda butterflies in her stomach and tingles in her nether regions. Allen was a good-looking man, but David was gorgeous; nearly an Adonis in Miranda's mind and she drank his godlike form in with her eyes. David removed his black slacks, revealing his red boxer briefs, gave Miranda a quick stripper's wiggle, then hooked his thumbs in the waistband and dropped his underwear to the floor. Miranda ogled David's semi-rigid cock. She couldn't wait to feel in in her once more, but first, she wanted to show her gratitude to David for saving her life.
"Come here," Miranda said as she patted the side of the bed next to her. David climbed on to the bed and marveled to himself how soft yet supportive the mattress was. His mattress at home was a basic no-frills model that gave little to no support to his back. He wanted nothing more than to make love to Miranda, but he also couldn't wait to see how he slept on the comfortable bed.
