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"Don't worry, Eden. Your life is about to become water cooler material. Lucky girl!"

Eden had been on countless dates, all of which had left her longing for the peace of a good book and a crackling fire. She couldn't recall ever feeling exhilarated like this before, and she hugged her knees staring into the flames, but all she could see were dark eyes smiling down at her.

She was afraid to hope. Most hot guys believed that women owed them sex after a date, and she cringed, hoping that he wouldn't be one of them. Eden sat quietly, and fell asleep picturing him, and wondering how it would feel to be held in his massive arms.

When she woke, it was early morning and she realized that he hadn't called. A pang of regret hit her, and she gave herself hell, you know men who look like that have no substance. They get off on breaking hearts. He's probably married. She rolled her eyes, angry that she'd pinned her hopes on a figment of her imagination.

Eden set her mind to house cleaning, and the afternoon passed in a blur of washing the laundry, and vacuuming carpets.

She'd knelt to clean the refrigerator when her phone rang. She retrieved it from a back pocket and read the caller i.d.: Dolon Montgomery. Her breath caught in her throat.

"Hello," she said it like a question.

"Hi Eden. This is Dolon. We met in the Maxim office a day ago."

"Of course. Hello Dolon. I remember you."

Holy cow, she mouthed silently, he called!

"I'm wondering if you would like to go out this weekend. I thought we'd have dinner and drinks."

"Yes, that sounds lovely."

"Great. I will pick you up Friday at 6pm. What's your address?"

Eden gave him the information feeling lightheaded. She had just convinced herself that he was all flash and no foundation, but here she was accepting a date with him, and her heart sang.

"Also, bring a swimsuit."

"A swimsuit," Eden asked, "Why?"

"Just in case."

"In case of what? Emergency," she asked, incredulously.

"You'll see," he replied, giving nothing away.

"Okay, I guess." She couldn't imagine any place which was open for swimming in December, but she didn't care. She was going to get to spend time alone with him, and that was all that mattered.

Eden rifled through a drawer searching for her swimsuit. She pulled out a black knit bikini and winced, thinking, it's barely there and I've gained five pounds since I bought it.

She squeezed into the swimsuit and surveyed her mirror image. Her breasts were pushed up and out, overflowing the cups. The bottom half was relatively unchanged, just a little more voluptuous all round. She didn't have time to purchase another one, so she tucked it into an overnight bag with a towel, and said a silent prayer.

Friday evening, Eden watched him walk to her door. She actually had butterflies. Every move he made took her breath away. He walked around the car and retrieved a bouquet of red and white peonies. My favorite, she thought.

Dolon took her to a rooftop restaurant, and she loved that he made eye contact when talking with her. He was actually interested and listening. He asked about her work, family, and friends. The conversation was effortless and easy.

She asked about his meeting with Sardar Biglari, and shrugged it off with a wave of his hand, saying, "It was just investment talk. Just a boring business conversation. Tell me more about you. What are the things you cherish?"

"My friends are everything to me, especially Jennoah. She's the sister I never had."

He watched her eyes intently, asking, "What about your family? Where are they?"

Eden fixed her eyes on the floor, saying, "I don't have any. Mom died last year."

"Do you have siblings?"

She winced visibly. "Legally, I have to say that I have a brother in Maine. He's an alcoholic. I believe he has wet brain syndrome. We're estranged all our lives."

Dolon took her hands, offering, "I'm sorry, Eden. Let's go relax for a while."

"Okay, sure."

She gathered her purse and they returned to the car. From there, he took her to The Watergate Hotel in D.C. Eden held her breath, unsure of what he intended, and he turned to explain, "I rented a room to change comfortably. They have an indoor, rooftop pool. I rented it, so we can have the pool to ourselves."

Eden took a deep breath wondering why she suddenly felt a pang of regret. He took her hand and helped her out of the car.

The room was luxurious. It looked like a honeymoon suite, with a round bed, a jacuzzi, and champagne chilling in an ice bucket. "Holy cow," she whispered, taking in her surroundings.

"It's nothing," Dolon smiled, "just a little privacy and luxury." He gestured toward the bathroom, instructing, "Go get changed. Let's relax in the pool."

Eden smiled softly, "Deal."

She donned the swimsuit, and walked past the full-length mirror, deliberately not checking her reflection, knowing that she might lose her nerve.

Dolon stood in swim trunks, and handed her a glass of champagne. He looked her over slowly, drinking in her curves, and nodding appreciatively. "You look amazing," he said, not tearing his gaze from her. "If you like, we can skinny dip. I did rent the pool for the night."

Eden was sorely tempted, but far too shy. She giggled, "Nice try."

"You can't blame a man for trying." He took her hand and led her to the swimming pool.

The water was warm and welcoming, a sharp contrast to the thirty-two-degree night. Dolon killed the overhead lights, save for a few spotlights, and dove into the deep end. He surfaced by her side and gently tugged her with him into the deep end.

Eden tread water, watching the wind blow snow past the skylights. She floated on her back, transfixed, watching it snow while the warm water enveloped her. The effect was kind of magical.

Dolon dragged her into a corner and captured her in his arms, to hold her against him and absorb the magic with her. Little by little, he began getting to know her.

"How long have you worked for Maxim?"

"Ten years."

"And you like what you do?"

"I do. It's been an interesting career, to say the least," she smiled.

"Have you ever been married?"

Eden closed her eyes against the sudden pain assailing her. "Once."

"May I ask what happened?"

Eden steeled herself, and said, "Infidelity."

She broke free from his embrace, and laid on her back beneath the skylight, with eyes closed. Even all these years later, the thought of such a betrayal winded her.

Dolon watched from a distance, as the raven-haired beauty distanced herself, floating on her back. He could see that it was too big a thing to face, even in retrospect. He slipped beneath the water and surfaced behind her, then kissed her gently, with his hands supporting her buoyancy.

Eden unraveled. She turned to face him, and he dragged her tiny frame into his arms, and kissed her hard. She wound her legs around his waist and he fisted her hair, tugging gently to part her lips. She clung to him, locked into his embrace, completely lost in him.

It was completely unlike her, to be entirely willing and brazen, but she couldn't stop herself. Dolin pulled the strings on her bikini, letting it sink below twelve feet of water. Eden was startled, saying, "Wait! I'm not that good a swimmer!"

"Good," he growled, "I'll get it later." And his hands were on her, tracing her curves, and moving lower to cup her perfect buttocks and force her against him hard. Again, he claimed her lips and she was too weak to exercise caution.

Dolon swam to pool's edge, dragging her with him, and pushed her against the wall, trapping her with his whole body. He looked into her eyes, his voice ragged, and said, "You're so fucking beautiful, I have to have you."

He kicked off his trunks and fingered her clitoris, kissing her ruthlessly, and she whimpered in his hands, aching wantonly and warring with herself. He slipped two fingers into her yearning cavern and she cried out. Dolon inhaled her passion, kissing her savagely, and drove himself into her molten center.

For a moment he paused, searching her face, ensuring that he hadn't hurt her, thinking, Jesus, she's tight.

Seeing her flushed and breathless, head tilted back, aching for relief that only he could provide, he realized that he didn't want this to end here and now. He wanted to torture her all night long. He smiled wickedly, and placed her hand on the edge, to steady her while he dove to retrieve her swimsuit.

He surfaced with her swimsuit and helped her shimmy into it. Eden didn't know what had happened, and she climbed out of the pool feeling crestfallen and bereft.

She retrieved a towel, and Dolon was at her side in an instant, helping to dry her. He took her face in his hands, panting hard, and just stared for a moment. He searched her bewildered eyes, and clasped her to him, saying, "Let's go back to the room right now."

He turned the deadbolt behind them, and swept her up into his arms, then stripped her bikini off and laid her on the bed.

Her head was spinning. He turned off the lights, opened the curtains, and laid beside her with his manhood pressed against her thigh.

He kissed her cheek and brushed the hair from her eyes, and Eden hit her breaking point. "Dolon, I don't understand. What just happened?"

"I know, Eden. I wanted to take you then and there, but it's not enough. I want to give you everything you need, but you need more than fifteen minutes in a swimming pool. Right?"

Eden searched her soul and realized he was right. As wantonly as she'd responded to him, she was never going to be a one-night fling. "You're right," she admitted.

"Okay then, let's slow down a bit," he said, handing her another glass of champagne.

"Okay," she agreed, disappointed and biting her lip, knowing that everything in her still craved him fiercely.

Dolon lit several candles, and dug through a bag for sandwiches and snacks, then returned to sit behind her with his back against the headboard.

He dragged a wide tooth comb through her damp locks and pinned it up in a scrunchie. They watched the snowstorm in flickering candle light and, for a moment, Eden wished they could stay like this forever.

She sighed heavily, and rested her head on his shoulder, resigned to living this moment for everything it was worth. She thought, this will be a memory that warms me in old age, and he raked his fingertips over her skin lightly, exploring her every reaction.

He swept his fingers down the curve of her neck, and she breathed heavily, and he pushed both hands down her ribs, past her waist. Eden drew breath sharply and squirmed. He squeezed her breasts, fingering her nipples and pushed a palm down her abdomen, and it broke her.

With the words "slow down" freshly etched into her psyche, she got up to fill her glass, and stood by the curtain, finding personal strength in the erratic storm outside.

She imagined touching the snow and let the icy calm claim her. She had no idea what an erotic picture she presented, standing naked in the flickering, yellow glow of candlelight.

Dolon watched, from a short distance, unsure if he had completely driven her away, and wondering, Can I rekindle her feelings? Will she let me in, as she had in the swimming pool?

Eden sipped her drink, wondering how deep the snow would get, and she didn't hear him get up.

He appeared behind her, lifted the glass from her dainty hand, and placed it on a table. Then he turned her roughly, and kissed her senseless, pushing her back to the wall and pinning her.

Eden meant to give him an earful. "How dare you! I don't know what kind of cat and mouse game this is but..."

Dolon took in her features, her eyes slanted in anger and dark with desire, her breasts heaving as she shredded him verbally, such a tiny, little slip of a woman giving him hell, and she was fiercely breathtaking. He cut her off mid-sentence and hauled her over his shoulder to the edge of the bed.

Eden landed fists to his back, really belting him, but he sat on the bed and placed her on his lap. She continued her tirade, verbally lambasting him, "If you think, for one second, that I'm going to tolerate your...

Dolon clasped her wrists together behind her, and kissed her with a ferocity that winded her. With his free hand, he fisted the length of her hair, forced her head back, and kissed her neck until she was weak.

He stood and bent her over the bed, nudging her legs apart with his knee, and leaned over her back, with one arm around her waist. He stroked her buttocks seductively until she stopped struggling, and then landed the flat of his palm squarely on the alabaster flesh there. Thwack!

Eden screamed, shocked, and he moved to cover her lips, rubbing her ass cheeks again, and then spanked her hard, raising a red handprint on her skin.

She'd meant to curse, to extricate herself from his grip, to fill the air with venomous words, but a heat in the core of her spread out to all of her extremities, and he held her from behind, pulling her against him, and fingered her tiny, little twat.

Before she knew what had happened, she was whimpering, twisting in his hands, fighting him, with her breasts swinging wildly beneath him, quite on the edge of insanity.

He gripped her wrists to sit in front of her, and she was unhinged, completely delirious and wild, and he laid back on the bed, pulling her down on top of him.

He kissed her deeply, sucking her tongue as she came up for air, and she sputtered, screaming at him, and cursing his strength, as his lips claimed her own again and again.

Dolon wrapped his legs around her, ensuring the safety of his family jewels, and spanked her again, beginning an erotic rhythm. She stopped cursing as lightning daggers shot through her, and he watched her eyes register rage, shock, and then blinding desire.

He dragged her onto the bed, on hands and knees, and then knelt behind her driving his rock-hard thickness into her volatile little cunt. Eden whimpered and moaned, too far beyond comprehension, to make sense of what was happening within her.

He held her against him, as held her together, still fucking her slowly, as deeply as she could take him, and increased momentum as he felt her nearing the edge.

He drove himself into her molten depths harder and harder, with his hands feeling every inch of her voluptuous curves, and he shoved her into waves of orgasm. She sobbed, with her ravenous cunt, contracting on his throbbing manhood.

He laid her down and dragged her on top of him, letting her weep into his chest, while he stroked her hair, rubbing her back and shoulders, issuing comforting words.

She fell asleep, finally peaceful in his arms, and he did not release her for a minute. He let her rest, drawing strength from him, and they woke in the same position, not having moved all night.

Eden stared out the window at a city blanketed in white. They were snowed in. She crawled back on top of him, restored and reborn in the experience of him, and she kissed him full on the lips, asking, "Can we do it again?"

Dolon growled and threw her down on the bed, admitting, "I met with Sardar Biglari because I just invested big money in this part of the magazine. I'm moving here, and you're moving in with me."

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