He had been exhausted in Atlanta.
Not because of the convention, but because Sylvie takes all of his energy in bed. On those two days, they spend the duration of the day seated in a boring convention. During lunch, they have quick s*x in the elevator and in the night they still do it. They were like lovers too concentrated on worldly pleasures. They could have probably beaten the elusive book of pleasures- the Kamasutra.
They only had one more night in Atlanta.
They are now in his suite preparing for the gala night. And yes, before that, they made out in the shower, in the tub and even on the balcony. His suite was on the topmost floor and surely no one could have seen them f*cking high up. The thrill with Sylvie was endless.
It was while he was shaving his face that he remembered h
