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Remington scrutinized Laura's reaction when he'd entered her. He figured the mutual celibacy they'd both practiced all these years would make it difficult for them to finally get to this point. Gauging Laura's reaction, he shouldn't have worried so much about it. He'd tried being slow and careful but the sensations his procrastination caused were about to send him into cardiac arrest. By the look on Laura's face, he wouldn't be alone. Remington had a real dilemma; if he quickened his pace, it would be over before it truly began. Laura finding nirvana was of the utmost importance. Looking down he mustered a smile.
"Sorry darling, but it's been a long time; I don't think I trust myself to gallop along just yet. If I do, it may be over before it starts."
Laura laughed. The shaking of her body causing Remington to moan. She felt alive; more alive than she'd been in years. Contentment suffused her from within. She could stay here with him for an eternity if necessary. Kissing him, Laura explored his body with her hands. Her main focus was his backside, she couldn't help returning to the spot. Upon hearing no protests, she continued her exploration. Remington tried finding a pace that wouldn't burn them both to cinders. A few minutes later, their bodies had adjusted to each other and knew what was required. He felt safe at stepping up the pace.
Laura was all over him now; kissing, caressing and biting him wherever she could reach. Feeling too good to remain still, she pushed him until he caught the hint to roll over. Remington grabbed Laura up with him flipping them over until she straddled him. Moaning loudly, he squeezed his eyes shut. Now this was torture. He felt her surrounding him snugly and thought he'd pass out from the sensation. Finding her rhythm, Laura gyrated with concise movements. She'd never been in this position before; the men she'd been with long ago always wanted to be in control and would squalk when she'd asked to be on top. Wilson was beyond horrified when she'd asked. She shouldn't have been surprised by his timidity to experience anything new and exciting. Her heart swelled when Remington, without a word, flipped them over letting Laura take the lead. It was just like him. He was hardly threatened by her dominating personality, most of the time he took it in stride. He was the man for her and would never try to change her; he'd only improve upon what was already there. She loved him for that and she'd spend the rest of her life showing him just how much.
Suddenly, her muscles twitched. While her body enjoyed every tantalizing sensation it was experiencing, it had been way too long since she'd had sex. Her body was in peak condition but it was beginning to protest. Gasping, Laura tensed up with a muscle cramp. She was reluctant to move, but pain got the better of her. Halting all forward momentum she shuddered.
"Laura? What's wrong love?" Remington asked, concern on his handsome face the moment Laura stopped and contorted with pain. "Am I hurting you?"
She managed to get out the words, "muscle cramp." Reacting immediately, Remington rolled her over so that she was back on the bed.
"Were does it hurt?"
Moaning, Laura pointed to her inner thigh. He went to work kneading her leg, finding the spot where her muscle had locked refusing to budge. It took a few minutes of massaging before he'd worked the unyielding muscle back to it's pliable state. Laura breathed a sigh of relief as the pain subsided.
Remington's hand continued to rub gently up and down her thigh. "There darling, feeling better now?"
"Mmmm Hmm. Much better thank you. I forgot how experienced you were in message therapy," Laura grinned as he lay on his side next to her. "There was certainly no expense spared on your education. For many reasons, I'm grateful."
"I'll tell Daniel you salute him. I think he'll be pleased to know his money and tutelage weren't wasted," Remington stroked his finger up and down her chest.
Breathing sharply, the words died in her throat. Laura turned herself over to the feelings being coerced from her body.
Grinning wickedly, Remington rolled over on top of her. "Now, where were we?"
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After pouring himself a drink, Milo loosened his tie then plopped on the couch. Propping his feet on the table he chuckled recalling the sequence of events at the party - he couldn't help it. True to his word, he'd secured the best seat in the house to watch the fireworks. Knowing they'd be set off the moment Laura came in and saw Remington dancing with women. Milo knew Remington didn't care a fig about the women he was smiling down at. There was only one woman that made his blood boil; Laura, and he'd wanted payback for her deception. When she'd arrived Milo saw what she was wearing and almost choked on his drink. Once he'd recovered himself he laughed boisterously, slapping his hand on his knee. Calling a waiter over Milo ordered another drink for later so he'd have no interruptions until the battle was over. Settling himself back in his chair, Milo lazily lit a cigar and watched the scene unfold. From past conversations with Remington he asertained the dress Laura was wearing tonight was a first. Patiently he waited for Remington's reaction. Every man and woman's head turned as Laura walked past them settling herself at a table in the corner. He was certain she was aware of the stir she caused but only had eyes for Remington - and his latest dance partner. Seeing her flounce onto the dance floor Milo knew heated words would be exchanged. He could see it in her stance and the way that his old friend's jaw rapidly clenched.
Snapping back to the present, Milo glanced at his watch. Ah yes, by now they would be in the throes of passion and God help anyone who interrupted what was definitely a long time coming. He would rather be drawn and quartered than intrude on their privacy. A knock at Milo's door ended the inner musings.
"Hello Mr. DeWinter, I trust we haven't distrubed you?"
Milo grimaced seeing the two hired henchmen. They were never far from his second prospective buyer. Cursing his luck he stood aside allowing them to enter. "Of course not, please come in. Would either of you gentleman care for a drink?" Milo asked as he walked toward the bar.
"No, thank you, we never drink when we're on duty; alcohol tends to muddle the reflexes," one of the brawny men said walking further into the room.
"Indeed?" Milo turned around and sized them both up. "Well, to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure gentlemen? I'm certain this isn't a social call."
"Not exactly Mr. DeWinter. You see, our boss Mr. Sutton, is extremely anxious to finalize the business transaction he made with you a few weeks ago. You can understand how anxious he is to receive the painting you promised to deliver. He's even got a space all picked out for it. It's quite touching," his partner nudged him. "Anyway, he was growing a bit concerned since it's been awhile since you've been in contact. Mr. Sutton asked us to make sure that all is well and that his painting will be delivered to him shortly. So, we are here to make sure that nothing has altered his plans."
Milo sat his drink on a nearby table. "While I can appreciate Mr. Sutton's voracity to acquire the painting, there has been a change of plans. You see, the painting is no longer for sale. The original buyer is quite insistent that he receive his delivery as scheduled. I'm afraid Mr. Sutton's offer to buy the painting can no longer be considered. I told him that this possibility could arise and that he may not be able to purchase the painting like we'd discussed. What can I say gentlemen, my hands are tied."
The two men exchanged glances; an imperceptible nod passed before they looked back to Milo. One man walked back toward the door closing it with a determined click before rejoining his partner.
"Gee Mr. DeWinter, that's too bad, for you that is. Mr. Sutton asked us to make sure you understood just how badly he wanted this painting. He wanted us to explain it to you in a language you would be sure to understand. Since it seems money didn't convey his wishes adequately enough for you, we will just have to go to plan B. Won't we Sonny?"
The other man chuckled heartily as they slowly advanced toward Milo.