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clenching tighter around him.  She was so close.  Her orgasm hovered just beyond her reach.  Shifting slightly, she leaned back, altering the angle of his penetration.  She rocked her hips, once, then twice, then her orgasm shattered within her, spiraling outward in wave after wave of bliss.  His name escaped her lips.  She ground against him, once again wanting to feel him coming with her.  Within seconds, he was groaning her name, his hot seed jetting inside her. 
                  Exhausted and replete, she collapsed against him, her face pressed to his shoulder.  His cock still pulsed within her, and she savored every moment of it.  The words bubbled out of her again.  Having said them once, she couldn’t resist repeating them.  “I love you,” she whispered.  She was rewarded by his arms closing around her completely, holding her close. 
                  “Oh, Grace.  I love you, too.  I wish I could show you how much,” he said. 
                  Grace didn’t answer, merely snuggled against him, savoring the heat of his body and the heat of the water bubbling around them. 
                 
     
     
    RICHARD closed the photo app on his phone and stepped away from the window.  His cock was hard and aching.  Now more than ever, he was determined that not only would he take Anthony’s job and money, he would have Grace as well.  Watching her tits bounce while she’d ridden his bastard boss had Richard itching for release.  Moving deeper into the shadows, he returned to the door he’d exited and swiped the key card he’d bribed from a waiter.  The door opened and he slipped inside.  The hallways were still dark and he couldn’t wait any longer.  Unzipping his pants, he took out his cock, closing his hand around and began to stroke himself.  It didn’t take long.  Watching Grace fuck had been a revelation and he wanted her.  Just thinking of sliding into the scalding, wet heat of her body was enough to send him over the edge.  He gritted his teeth as the hot cum erupted from him. 
                  When he had finished, Richard pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned his hands.  After taking a few moments to recover, he pulled his phone from his pocket again and selected one of the clearer images of the couple in the hot tub and texted to Anthony’s cell number.  Savoring the anticipation of his revenge and the sweetness of the fantastic release he’d just experienced, Richard strolled toward the bank of elevators and the vacant room that he’d procured for himself.  Monday was going to be very interesting, he thought. 
     
    GRACE collapsed onto the bed, and rolled to her back, staring up at the ceiling.  Anthony was in the suite’s living area.  She smiled a bit, thinking of what a workaholic he was.  “Put your phone away and come to bed!”
                  He appeared in the doorway, his phone chiming in his hand as he powered it on.  “I’ve been good.  Haven’t checked it all day.”
                  “Okay, but once you’re done it goes off again and stays off.  Tomorrow comes soon enough,” she said.  She frowned then.  “I don’t want to go back to work... or even back to the city.  We should just stay here.”
                  “I wish we could,” he said. 
                  Grace watched as he looked at the phone and his smile faded.   “Is something wrong?”
                  Anthony stared at the picture.  The anger that washed through him was palpable.  He would have to tell her and that was not going to go well.  “Grace, someone knows about us.”
                  She sat up in the bed.  “What?”
                  He looked up, meeting her startled gaze.  “Someone knows... and I think they’re trying to blackmail me.”
                  Grace felt the bubble of happiness, that