"Gardenburger," she murmured.
He rested his whole hand on her leg. "Gardenburger," he agreed. She
smiled slightly. The devil and the angels were gone from her face. She
might have been a sunset or an early morning lake. They lay quietly for
a minute.
"I love it when you just _take me_ like that."
"Mmm," Oliver said.
"All week, I don't know who I am. I get a hint, like, when you smile at
me--but when you fuck me, I know." Her hand lifted again and fell over
against his stomach. He patted her hand. She sighed contentedly and
slid her hand down. "Oh," she said, "we've got work to do." She rolled
to his side and put her open mouth on his chest. She stroked him
steadily and then rolled to her back pulling him over on her. "Come on,
Lover. Give it to me." She was urgent, calling repeatedly. The need
built deeply and quickly, leaping into her, turning him inside out and
helpless in her arms.
It was an hour later when he opened his eyes. "I was going to wake you
at three," Suzanne said.
"Make that two gardenburgers," he said. "I'd better take a shower."
Suzanne cut up an onion and fried it with the burgers.
"Damn," Oliver said, emerging from the steamy bathroom, "onions!" He
was still waking up.
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