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mattress.
    “Welcome home, Mrs. Preston.”
    “Thank you, Mr. Preston.”
    I am still giggling. He gets up and starts to take off the rest
of his clothing. As I watch him undress, my body starts to throb again. He is
so magnificent.
    I sit up and pull off my half-discarded blouse. My bra and skirt
follow. He starts to watch me, and I revel in the pleasure of seeing him grow
hard again. By the time I am completely undressed, I know we’re not leaving the
bed anytime soon.
    “What are you trying to do to me?” He growls as he kneels on
the bed, right between my spread legs.
    I can’t hide my pleasure. “Have I done something wrong? I
ask, mock contrite.
    He chuckles, “No sweetheart,” he says, as he enters me
slowly. “You’re doing everything right.” 

Chapter Three
    H OURS LATER, I FINALLY DRIFT OFF,
EXHAUSTED. I can’t remember how many times David has brought me to a brain-shattering
climax. I feel boneless and liquid, aching sweetly. He’s made love to me
slowly, then fast, then slowly again, each time until I cry out his name in
senseless surrender.
    When I wake up, the room is dimmer, telling me I’ve slept until
evening. I’m alone on the bed. I stretch luxuriously. My body feels delicious.
    I’m completely naked underneath the covers, so I take them
with me as I get off the bed. My clothes are no longer on the floor where I
dropped them earlier. Baffled, I wonder if Mrs. Daniels has been in to tidy up
while I was asleep. 
    Apart from the door we came in, another door leads off the bedroom.
I open it and step into a huge, brightly lit closet. On one side, rows upon
rows of suits hang side by side, with shirts, pants, shoes and a vast array of
all sorts of men’s clothing. On the opposite side from the suits, the racks are
almost bare, sparsely populated with my few clothes, which Mrs. Daniels has
unpacked. My underwear is neatly arranged in a drawer, my shoes tidily placed.
    On the far wall, there’s a full-length mirror. I walk
forward, staring at my mussed hair and wide eyes. My skin is still flushed from
all the lovemaking, with a smooth healthy glow. Making love suits me, I decide,
giggling, I look far better than I remember.
    A frosted glass door leads off the dressing room into a
luxurious bathroom. I step inside, admiring the gleaming cream tile walls and
the clear marble floors. A deep sunken bath sits in the middle of the room, with
solid looking gold taps. A marble-topped sink stands below a wide, mirrored
wall cabinet, frosted glass hides a shower stall, and a door leads off to what
must be the toilet.
    At the sink, I splash some water on my face. Opening the
cabinet above, I notice that my toiletries have been arranged inside. I’m impressed.
I make my way back to the dressing room to look for something to wear. My jeans
and blouses feel like too much of a bother, and the few dresses I bought while
shopping for my wedding seem too dressy. An impulse makes me put on one of David’s
shirts. It’s soft, and feels heavenly on my skin. It’s probably insanely
expensive, I think, walking out of the room to look for him.
    At first, the apartment seems remarkably silent, then I hear
David’s voice coming from the direction of his study, I follow the sound, then
pause at the door to eat him up with my eyes.
    He is standing with his back to me, looking towards the view
of the city from the windows. He’s wearing only sweatpants, and his back is
bare, showing me his defined muscles up to where they curve into his firm ass. As
I watch him, I can’t help thinking of a colossus, bestriding the world. He
looks magnificent, powerful, and potent.
    And he’s mine.
    I have to try very hard to resist the urge to go to him and
run my hands all over his glorious body.
    He says something again and I realize that he is talking
into a small earpiece attached to his ear.
    “How many percent total?” I hear him say, his voice is terse
and commanding. He pauses and listens for a while, “Everything