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cry rang out through the small room, signaling his own release, a look of utter bliss on his face as his orgasm washed over him.

Five
     
     
    Tonisha shook herself mentally, moving back into the present. After that first time, it had only gotten better and better. Eduardo never left her wanting, always pushing her harder and higher. It was pure hell going through her normal ritual before she could see him, be touched by him. With a smile on her face, she breezed out of her office, throwing instructions to her personal assistant over her shoulder. Tonight she would not be disturbed, not even if all the accounts she was in charge of caught on fire. Not like the crap wouldn’t be there the next day, anyway. One thing she had learned from Eduardo was to take the time she needed to just let go. And that was just what she was going to do.
    Going through the usual ritual of hair, nails, wax, exfoliating, and cleansing seemed more torturous than usual. Maybe because the last four weeks had been especially trying. Tonisha had to stop herself from tapping her fingers nails impatiently or yelling at the attendants when she thought they were going far too slow. Eduardo was here--she had seen him when she came in. As usual, those green eyes seemed to eat her up. God, she was all keyed up, and he hadn't even touched her. When she was finally shown into the private room for her “massage,” she was all primed and ready to go. Only when Eduardo came in, he was carrying the clothes she’d shed when she first came in in favor of the fluffy snow-white terrycloth robe all the clients received for a full service beauty treatments.
    “What’s this?” Her heart lodged in her throat. Was he ending this? A thousand reasons why ran through her head, but she refused to hang on to any one of them. Damn it all to hell and back, she needed this!
    “Your clothes.” There was no indication of his motives in his answer, just a matter of factness that was infuriating.
    “Fine.”
    Begging for him to take her over the edge was one thing. She would be damned if she was going to beg him before he even touched her. Not in a situation like this. Clutching the robe she’d been about to take off, she hopped off the table, humiliation heating her face. No way she could come back here again. She was going to have to find another full-service spa. One that could do African American hair, which was going to be hard to come by....
    “You are upset.” Man, this guy was really the king of understatement.
    Didn’t mean she was going to admit it. “No, I am fine. But I think it’s best I leave.”
    “As much as I love our time here, I was thinking it might be more comfortable in the appropriate setting. Like a bed? Just think of how much more fun we could have if we had more room, space and toys.”
    Toys? Oh, hell, yeah. The third Wednesday had just gotten even better.
     
     
    The end...?