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Abruptly, as though possessed, we embrace, forcing our bodies together. His mouth doesn’t leave mine when he yanks my jean buttons apart; I copy him, unzipping his fly. Anxious short gasps come out of our joined mouths as we pull down our pants. Unwillingly we detach to hurriedly peel off our remaining clothes, then frantically embrace again, our bare bodies amplifying the feeling of skin on skin.

Daniel pulls us down to the bed. He caresses me, stroking from between my breasts to the trail beneath my navel, till his hand halts between my legs, starting a fire in me. With a passionate, blazing stare and flushed cheeks he sinks into me in the most indulgent way. I cry out in ecstasy.

Grabbing his face, holding his bristled cheeks, I pull his mouth to mine, exploring every part of it. I feel myself build up in response to the faint groans reverberating from deep inside his throat as his mouth collides with mine. I am lost in our proximity, lost in the intensity of our union  , the way he methodically moves in and out of me, lost in his incredibly drugging scent, utterly lost in him.

We devour, ravage each other, stroking every inch of bare skin. He grazes my back, my breasts, strokes my face. My hands comb into his soft wavy hair as I pull him deeper, wrapping my legs around him. We absorb each other, dependent on an overwhelming pleasure that causes my body to blister inside out. I am climbing up rapidly and shudder to a release at Daniel’s last thrust, just before he eases onto me.

The exhilaration leaves my each and every organ in deep spasms. We pace our breath while Daniel is still wrapped on me. I could have him stay this way till my last day on earth.

Lying with his head on my bare stomach he mutters, “You feel divine.” He pecks my navel, fluttering my skin with airy kisses. I play my index finger over the tattoo covering his entire left shoulder; my vision is fixated on the spiral-shaped phrases, three circles of inked cryptic letters. I find it madly erotic and am not able to take my eyes away.

“What does it say?”

“My tat?” he murmurs to my skin, planting yet another supple kiss on it.

“Yes.” I continue my trip around it as though I am solving the maze on his skin while enjoying the pleasurable touch of his lips on my bare stomach.

“It is the Lord’s Prayer in ancient Hebrew.”




“It is so sexy.”

“Now, that would be you,” he says, and runs the tip of his tongue over my bare skin; I move to caress his dusty blond head, feeling serenity settle over me.

“When did you get it?” I ask behind closed eyes.

“Right after I signed the final papers to register my company.”

I can’t help but contemplate what made him choose this specific theme. “I didn’t take you for a believer,” I say.

“You were correct with your assumption,” he snorts. “The ink has a different meaning to me than its original context.”

“Oh.” I shift my head to look at him.

“For me it represented the end of an era, a beginning of a realization of a dream, gratitude.” He looks back at me and then asks, “Are you familiar with the way the prayer concludes?”

Though my father would be disappointed at my answer, with years of trying to get some faith and love for God in me, I answer that I don’t.

“And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil,” he quotes. “That part was just what starting my company was to my past.” Highly intrigued, I lift my head, but just when I’m about to ask for further elaboration about his past life, we’re distracted by the national anthem playing from my phone on the floor where my jeans are scattered with the rest of our deserted clothes. Daniel inclines his head to face me with an inquisitive stare.

“What the f**k?”

I burst up into laughter. How Daniel of you to phrase a question so subtly, Mr. Finesse.

“That would be my phone,” I answer, still amused.

“The national anthem?”

“What? Disney’s hymn is a better choice?” I mock his “It’s a Small World” ringtone. He chuckles and presses a kiss to my bellybutton. I inhale, pleased, observing the way those muscles flex so alluringly on his back as he shifts to kiss my navel again.

“Don’t you want to get that?”

“Mmm.”

He arches an eyebrow below messy hair; his skewed smile evolves to a full healthy grin. “And that would mean?”

“Mmm, I am too self-indulgent to move. I don’t care.” Anyhow Tash, Ian, and you are here …

He chuckles. And my phone persists yet again.

“I’ll get it for you,” Daniel breathes, still lying next to me, sending his hand to my jeans on the floor, pressing me deeper into the bed on the way.

“Daniel,” he answers.

I laugh and then frown at him. “Hey, it’s my phone.”

His demeanor quickly changes, now far from amused. I study him, concerned. “Who’s asking?” he questions.

“David?” he repeats out loud for me to hear, and I immediately wave, urging him to hand me the phone. He gives me the phone with clenched jaw observing with rapt intensity; I pull myself higher on my pillow.

“Dave hi, can I call you later?” I sigh. “No, I cannot talk right now. Yes, I’m busy. Okay, bye.”

“Dave?” Daniel echoes me as I put down the phone.