"Everything alright?" Delilah asked when Donovan stepped back out onto the patio.

"Everything is wonderful," Donovan told her with a smile, "You waited for me?"

Delilah shrugged, "I didn't want to eat without you."

Donovan settled in, moving his chair closer to hers, "Well, I certainly appreciate that, but you didn't have to."

"I know," Delilah said, "I just don't like eating alone either so I figured you wouldn't."

Donovan watched her closely as she waited for him to continue, "You're the real deal, aren't you?"

"I don't know what you mean," Delilah said, pulling a pickle slice off of her burger and popping it into her mouth.

"Were you the shy kid?"

"I'm still the shy kid," Delilah smiled, "My parents were pretty strict on manners so I don't want you to think this is me cowering in front of you or being submissive in the wrong way because of my past."

Donovan was thinking that until it dawned on him that she was a jewel, a true diamond in the rough.

"If Dawn and Dean were here it'd be the same way," Delilah told him, "They would have waited. My mother cleaned houses and my father painted for a construction company. They sometimes stayed late at their jobs, but not too many times. When everyone was seated, we ate. No one ate before and no one left the table unless they really had to. I didn't have a lot of material items growing up, but I had what I needed."

"Lots of family time?"

"Loads," Delilah said, "That's why I was angry that my family fell apart. I hate it for my kids, but they are better off not seeing what they had to see."

Donovan sighed, "No, but that's not your fault. You did what you had to do."

"I stayed because he told me he'd take my kids and I'd never see them again, but I started to suspect he didn't have as many connections in Salem as I thought and then we took off," Delilah smiled, "And here I am."

"Here you are.." Donovan smiled, "I...might have to send for you.."

"Send for me?"

"When I am in Dubai," Donovan blurted out, "I don't know if I can live without seeing you for that long."

"Certainly you'll come home and visit every now and then?"

"Would you like me to stop and see you?"

"I'd be lying if I said no," Delilah said, "But please don't put me before your family. Your boys are probably already making plans to come and see you. I can't wait to meet them."

"They will adore you as I adore you, Del."

"You adore me?"

"Yes, quite a lot actually. I definitely enjoy your company."

"And I enjoy yours, Donnie.."

"Would you like dessert?"

"Are you my dessert?"

Donovan licked his lips, "Don't make me take you across this table, Delilah."

"Promises, promises.." Delilah winked as Donovan lifted her up and placed her on the table, knocking off dishes and food in the process, "Come inside me.."

Whispering the demand, Delilah pulled him closer as Donovan eased his hard cock inside of her tightness. He didn't want to fuck her, though. He was going to make this as slow as possible.

"Watch me take you, Delilah...look at us," Donovan commanded as Delilah watched his cock slide in and out of her, "Look at how fucking wet you are and how hard I am for you."

"Oh.." Delilah watched in awe as Donovan made love to her.

Was that what he was doing? Was it why he was catering to her needs and not just his own?

Something passed between them when they both caught each other staring. They held the other's gaze as Donovan continued on, holding Delilah by the hips for leverage and Delilah leaning back and gripping the table.

"Maybe I'll have to visit you in Dubai after all.. Seems like a long time to stay away from this," Delilah smiled as Donovan's tempo quickened.

He'd been called The Flash for so long and now?

Now this woman had him coming in less than ten minutes...

Only Delilah...

Only his red-headed queen.

"Come for me, baby.." he growled, "I want to watch your explode around my cock."

Delilah mewled as she felt her thighs shake and her core quiver. She was so close, but she never wanted it to end—not with her king. She wanted it to last forever.

"I'm coming.." Delilah moaned, her eyes rolling, head tossed back as her orgasm moved in, "Let me watch you come.."

Donovan pulled out slightly before his release and, as Delilah came, he exploded—his sticky ropes of hot come shooting out of his cock and into the opening of Delilah's channel.

She placed her hand on his length and continued pumping him.

"Again?" Donovan breathed heavily as his body shuddered, "You think you can?"

Delilah watched him as she moved her hand quickly up and down his cock—her motions so experienced even though she really wasn't.

"Oh fuck.." Donovan closed his eyes and allowed his queen to take control, "Here it comes, baby.."

Within moments, Donovan climaxed, his come shooting out and onto Delilah's lower stomach.

They both watched as the cream slid down her belly and onto her mound and thighs.

"Shit.." Donovan said, pulling her closer, "For once in my life, I think I'm spent."

Delilah giggled and then yawned.

"I am so tired," she said, "Can we rinse and you can show me to my room?"

The night had slipped passed them and it was almost midnight before they headed down Donovan's wing where his bedroom was.

"So, thank you for a lovely day, Mr. Dixon," Delilah said, "You have been a wonderful host."

"And you have been an incredible guest, Miss Rivers," Donovan said, "I am thrilled to have you here with me."

Delilah looked around and shrugged, "Where is my room?"

Donovan opened a door and pulled her inside.

"You'll be sleeping in my bed, Del," he said.

Delilah blushed—something she was so used to doing at that point.

"No, I couldn't..why would you want me to?"

Donovan leaned in, closing the door behind him, and pushing her gently into the hardwood.

"I need you close to me because if I get an itch in the middle of the night I know you'll be able to scratch it."