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noisy, and most of all, fucking incredible and all consuming.
    I finally understood what everything was about, what drove this mad, mad world to fight and love and fuck and declare war and desire peace.
    It was all built on this insanely addicting emotional response to a simple biological act.
    But when you did this thing with the right person, that person who made your heart zing every time you saw them smile, or that person who made you pace your room waiting for a single word on your phone from them, or that person who made you reconsider everything you’d ever thought you’d known about love and how human beings felt around each other…well, hell, then all bets were off.
    I laid there in his arms, felt him reach down, knot the condom and toss it off the side of the bed somewhere, and I smiled. I laughed, and I started to giggle, almost uncontrollably.
    And I never giggled uncontrollably, almost or otherwise.
    He curled an arm around me, pulled me to his chest and asked, “Is something funny, love?”
    “Not funny,” I said and stifled another laugh, “amazing.”
    “Thank god,” he replied, “I thought you were laughing at my willy and I might have to spank you.”
    I stiffened in response and wiggled my ass a little, “Oh, Mr. James, what would a girl have to do to get a good spank around here?”
    Where were these words coming from? I felt so light, so free with him right then.
    “Just be delicious,” he said and rose up, nibbling my neck and tickling me, “just be you, Ms. Britton. Simply be as wonderful and gorgeous as yourself, and a spanking awaits.”
    I struggled to get away, but not very well. Let’s face it; I didn’t want to get away.
    He nibbled and tickled his way to my ass and gave me a firm bite. I squealed and giggled again, but he held my hands behind my back in one of his massive ones, and gave me a light tap.
    “Is that all you’ve got?” I dared him and rolled over onto my stomach. I stuck my bottom in the air and felt a small, scared, logical part of myself recoil in horror at my bold moves.
    I shushed her down though, as the newly rebuilt sex addicted Sarai was now at the helm.
    He nibbled my bum again and I squealed. “You are asking for it now, Ms. Britton,” he growled and spanked me harder.
    I hoped he had many more condoms in his night stand. I had a feeling we would need them.
    And I couldn’t wait to find out how far this newly rebuilt Sarai would want to go.

Chapter Two
     
    Some time in the middle of the night I woke to the most exquisite sensation.
    Gavin had crawled under the light blanket covering us and was sliding his tongue up and down my cleft, kissing my pussy as he would my mouth.
    I reached for his head and hung on as he brought me to another insanely intense orgasm and left me panting and almost sobbing from the pleasure. His hot mouth on my body, his hands massaging me, the noises he made when he moved against me; it was all so unreal it felt like some delicious dream.
    He slid his tongue up my body until he rested with his head curled in the curve of my neck. “Hello, love,” he said and kissed my throat.
    “Hello, Mr. James,” I said and stretched, feeling a little luxurious and indulgent myself. I imagined myself as Elizabeth Hurley, with a lean, beautiful body and crisp British accent. I smiled and sleepily stroked Gavin’s hair. In moments I realized his breathing was steady and he was deep asleep against me, his arms wrapped around my body and his face on my neck.
    He mentioned at some point that he didn’t cuddle, that he was a little strange when it came to sleeping with somebody. When he’d told me, I’d taken it as a warning of sorts, letting me know he’d roll off me and head to his side of the bed if we were ever together.
    I closed my eyes and felt his breath on my skin, ran my hand down his back, felt his muscles bulge even when they were slack, and smiled. I won’t lie; it was a pretty smug smile, full of self satisfaction.
    I’d