Marlena felt wonderful, content, absolutely relaxed. It was late afternoon and she was lying in the arms of the man of her dreams. She rolled over and watched him as he slept. God, he was beautiful. She noticed a strand of his hair had fallen onto his forehead. Marlena carefully pushed it back and then gently ran her fingers through his hair. John began to stir in his sleep. Hopefully he wouldn’t wake up for a while. He was exhausted but he would never admit it. John could be really stubborn when he wanted and today was no exception. She leaned back in his arms and closed her eyes…remembering their discussion in her office earlier during the day. It had taken place right after they…there was only one word to describe it…a word she hardly ever used…but it was appropriate…fucked.
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