-Cheryl-

I'm lying here under Reed, totally exhausted in a perfect way.

"Wow!" Reed exclaims.

I tell him, "That was incredible!"

After Reed catches his breath, he rolls off of me. I miss his warmth immediately and shiver.

"Are you cold?" Reed must have felt me shiver.

"I'm not; I just miss your warmth," I admit.

"You are extraordinary," he says sweetly.

I go to sit up. I know the routine for one-night stands; wham bam, thank you, ma'am. Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out! Reed gently pulls me back into his arms.

"Where do you think you're going?" he demands.

I turn my face and smile at him. "I know how this goes."

Reed raises his eyebrows. "You do? Please tell me, how does this go?"

My cheeks flush in embarrassment. "Um, you know, thanks for the good time, honey, but there's the door."

He laughs then squeezes me tightly. "Is that what you want?"

I'm taken aback by his question.

He continues, "Do you just want to experience the magic that we just made together one time?"

I take a moment to think about never experiencing the mind-blowing sex that we just had. I honestly would love it over and over again, but I didn't think men thought about it that way. I knew that I was a conquest, he succeeded, and now it's on to the next prize.

"Cheryl?" Reed is waiting for my answer.

"Um, no. I would love to feel what we did over and over again," I answer honestly.

He smiles brightly. "Me too. So please, stay."

I relax into his embrace. He takes possession of my lips, and we make magic over and over again till our bodies can't move, and sleep overtakes us.

***

I wake up the following day, and it takes a second to get my bearings. With Reed's arms wrapped around me, I look at the clock on the end table. It reads 11:35 a.m. I take a minute to look at the sleeping man next to me. He looks so peaceful. I have to pee, but I don't want to disturb him.

I jump a little when I hear him speak in a gruff morning tone. "Hey, creeper! Quit watching me sleep."

I take in a sharp breath. Reed smiles and opens one eye. "Good morning, Beautiful."

I return his smile. "Good morning, Handsome."

He pulls me closer. "Reed?"

"Hmmm?" he replies sleepily.

"I have to pee," I reveal.

He laughs and releases me from his grasp. I get up and use his bathroom to relieve myself. I wash my hands then I open the door.

I almost run right into Reed, who is standing right outside of the bathroom. "My turn."

My eyes go down to his morning wood. When I look back up, I catch his eyes scanning my entire naked body. I feel the heat in my cheeks. My center aches with the knowledge of how this man can please me. I step aside to let him pass. As he goes by, he touches me, and every nerve ending he touches goes on high alert. When he shuts the bathroom door, the spell he had on me broke. I find that I'm missing him even though just a door separates us.

I'm not sure what to do with myself. Do I get dressed or crawl back into bed. I opt to crawl back into bed. A moment later, Reed comes out.

He brushes his finger through his hair and grins when he sees me in bed. "Want to get a shower with me?"

"Yes, please!" I reply a little too quickly.

He takes my hand and helps me out of bed. He lets me go into the bathroom first and gives me a light smack on my ass as I walk by him. I bend over to turn on the spigot. Reed comes up behind me, places his hands on my hips, and pulls me back into him.

"You are so incredibly gorgeous. I can't seem to get enough of you." He admits.

I get the temperature of the water right where I want it. I turn on the showerhead, and I wiggle my ass against Reed. He moans; I love hearing the effect that I have on him.

"Mmmm. Damn, woman. If you don't get into that shower right now, I am taking you from behind right here, right now." He smacks my ass again.

I giggle and hop into the shower, and Reed joins me. He washes my body slowly and seductively. I return the favor and take my sweet time bathing him. When we finish, he turns me around and places my head under the showerhead to wet my hair. He then takes the complimentary hotel shampoo, squeezes the liquid into his hands, and then massages it onto my scalp.

I'm clueless how Reed made a hair washing so erotic, but I was ready to pounce him by the time he finished.

"Ooo, Reed, that feels amazing."

Once he is satisfied with his work, he places my head back into the water stream to rinse my hair.

"Conditioner?" He asks.

"Hell, yes!" I exclaim.

Reed laughs and repeats the process with the conditioner. He finishes by rinsing my hair and placing his hand all over my slick, wet body. I about come undone just by his sensual touch. He reaches down and turns off the water. He opens the shower and retrieves two towels. He places one around himself before wrapping me up in the other. He picks me up and carries me to his bed. He devours my body once again. When we both reached our ecstasy, we were panting for breath.

Reed recovers first. "Breakfast?"

"Yes, please. I've worked up quite the appetite, Mr. ..." Shit, it is then that I realize that I don't even know Reed's last name, and he knows every inch of me.

"Westerly." He answers my unasked question.

"Thomas." I give him my last name as well.

"It has been my absolute pleasure getting to, um, know you, Miss Thomas." He says seductively.

My face burns, knowing full well what he is implying. "Likewise, Mr. Westerly."

Reed changes the subject. "Room service, okay?"

"Sure." I acknowledge.

"What would you like?" He questions.

"Pancakes, please!" I reply.

Reed smiles. "Pancakes it is."

Reed winks at me before picking up the hotel phone and dialing for room service. He places our order. He then goes over to his suitcase and pulls out a tee shirt.

He throws it over to me. "Please put this on. I don't want any of the hotel staff to get a look at your beautiful nakedness."

I put it on and think to myself how sweet this man is. Reed is too good to be true. My last relationship was over two years ago. I caught the man in one too many lies. I vowed that no man would make me a fool again. He thought that I was too stupid and oblivious to see him for the pathetic liar he was. I broke it off, and he hounded me for six months afterward. Nope, not going to happen again. Not to this girl.

"What are you thinking about, Beautiful?" Reed moves a curl off of my forehead.

"Nothing worth mentioning." I smile.

"So what's the story with last night's bartender?" Reed looks earnestly at me.

"Kenny?" I ask, knowing that Kenny is who he's asking about.

"Yeah, Kenny." Reeds eyebrows furl.

"I honestly don't know anything about him past a first-name basis. I've been going to that bar for years. As I said, we know each other's first names. Nice guy, but not for me." I quickly add so that there is no question that I'm, in any way, with Kenny.

Reed leans back on the headboard. "I have to say that I was surprised he called you by that nickname Cher. Did he ever ask you out?"

"No, never. Kenny only calls me that because that's what my business partner and good friend Kandie calls me sometimes." Why do I feel like I am defending myself right now?

Reed keeps the conservation going. "The one that stood you up?"

I laugh. "Stood me up? No. She had an emergency. I knew where she was at the time. If she stood me up, she would of just not shown up, not called me, or let me know why she did not show up. I've done the same to her before. Clients always come first."

"That's understandable. I'm happy that your partner had to cancel because I feel like I hit the jackpot with you." His eyes go dark, and he gives me a sexy smile.

"I couldn't agree more." I bite my bottom lip and watch as his eyes go to my mouth.

A few minutes pass before our talking is interrupted by a knock on the door. Reed had put on a pair of gym shorts.

He answers the door. "Thank you; I'll take that."

He closes the door and walks over to the corner table with two chairs. "Breakfast is served."

We enjoy our food with minimal conversation. I learn that Reed is an only child, just like me. His mother had abandoned his father and him when he was ten. It's just been him and his dad until last year when his father passed away.

I told him about my parents divorcing when I was three. My dad disappeared, and I haven't seen him since. We're both city kids—me in Baltimore, him in Philadelphia.

"When do you have to go back?" I ask.

"I have a meeting on Monday to get the contract signed, and then I'm heading back." He thinks for a second before speaking again. "Stay with me the weekend?"

I'm surprised by his request, but there's something powerful between us. It is like a magnetic force that neither one of us can resist. "I would love nothing more."

*****