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against her breasts as he
gasped for breath. Valerie held on to him tightly, absorbed in the
moment, unwilling to let it go just yet.
    At last they lay on their sides, facing one
another, their bodies coated with a sheen of perspiration. He was
still inside her, and she enjoyed the feel of him there.
    Teddy kissed her tenderly, then drew back
slightly, staring into her eyes. "That was so wonderful," he
whispered. "So perfect."
    Val nodded. "Oh, yes," she said. "It was
heaven, Teddy." She breathed a long sigh of contentment, and he
pulled her closer to him.
    The rain beat a steady tattoo against the
windows and doors, and for the first time Teddy looked up and
noticed that the wind, still gusting powerfully, had made sails out
of the long, silk curtains, blowing them out into the room.
    "I guess I ought to get up and close the
doors and windows," Teddy said. "But I don't want to move."
    She hugged him tightly. "Then don't," she
said. "Stay right where you are. You feel wonderful."
    He kissed her with renewed passion, running a
hand up her back and then on down to her buttocks, where he stroked
gently, slowly pulling her against him.
    Valerie could feel his cock begin to swell
inside her, filling her with its might. A moan escaped her lips,
and Teddy began to move his pelvis in a lazy rhythm, enjoying the
look of pleasure on her face, relishing the power he had over her.
Gently he moved, and slowly, slowly, slowly, until he heard another
barely audible moan of pleasure. He rolled them both over then,
with his body spread out atop hers, his manhood still in her,
teasing her, drawing out the—
    Suddenly there was a beep, a terrible
shrill-sounding beep like a car alarm.
    Valerie jerked upright into a sitting
position. When Teddy tried to ease her back down onto the bed, she
said firmly, "No, Teddy, that's my pager. I have to—"
    His mouth went over hers, determined to keep
her quiet, but she shook her head from side to side. "No," she
rasped. She struggled to get out from under him. "Let me up,
Teddy," she cried. "Let me up, goddamn it! Now!"
    Reluctantly he backed off, letting her leap
free to pick up her pager. It was obviously the service beeping her
to call in. She grabbed her cell phone off the bedside table and
snapped it open.
    "Dr. Rochelle," she said in a professional
voice.
    From his position on the tangled bed, Teddy
listened to her end of the conversation, looking up at her with a
mixture of disappointment and disgust. Becoming increasingly
frustrated and angry, he jammed a fist into a pillow, then leapt up
off the bed and marched around the room, noisily slamming the
French doors and windows shut. When he was finished, he stood arms
akimbo and feet planted wide apart, glaring at her. Then he turned
and stomped into the bathroom, slamming that door behind him.
    When her conversation with the service was
finished, Valerie punched in the telephone number they'd given her.
Her call was picked up on the first ring.
    "Dr. Rochelle," she said.
    "Dr. Rochelle," a man said, "this is Santo
Ducci at Stonelair. We have a sick horse out here, and we wondered
if you could come take a look."
    "I'll be there in about fifteen or twenty
minutes."
    "Thanks a lot," the man said.
    Valerie pressed the end button and quickly
placed her cell phone in the big leather and canvas carryall that
went everywhere with her. She walked over to the bathroom door. She
hesitated a moment before tapping on it.
    There was no response, and she knocked a
little louder. "Teddy?" she said. "I'm really sorry, but. . . well,
you know this comes with the territory." There was still no
response, and she knocked again. "Teddy?"
    She started to open the door when it suddenly
swung open.
    He stood there, still naked . . . and so
handsome, she thought, a smile on his lips that exposed his perfect
white teeth. "Come here," he said, holding his arms out. Before
Valerie could move, he stepped forward and hugged her to him.
    "I'm the one who's sorry," he