BREAKING AND ENTERING ^{© 2003-2007}

By Lessa and Takara Soong

Chapter One

Sabrin Berry, an actor who had once played a friendly cyborg named Sirus in a very popular science fiction television series, entered his hotel room and was surprised to find he was not alone. He was in Denver as a guest for a convention, and had just finished a stint of autograph signing. As soon as he closed the door, he saw an amazing looking woman coming towards him.

“How did you get in here?” the gray haired actor asked, tossing his room key on a nearby table.

“That’s not important,” she responded. She was a medium brunette with hair that waved just past her shoulders. Her eyes of green instantly locked with his and Sabrin found he could not tear them away. She was wearing a red silk blouse with the top two buttons left seductively open. She looked incredibly sexy as she moved towards him, her hips gently swaying, in her black leather mini, black stockings and black spike heeled shoes.

~ God she walks sexy too, ~ he thought. She now stood directly in front of him.

“The important question is what am I going to do to you,” she purred. With that she grabbed hold of the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer. Before he could even think to offer up resistance, she had covered his mouth with her sensuous lips. Almost despite himself, Sabrin found himself opening his mouth, and allowing her access to explore. She did, hungrily.

Leaving his mouth, to his momentary disappointment, she began to trace hot kisses down the left side of his face. She slowly pulled his shirt from his pants and undid all the buttons, kissing that which had now been revealed.

Once his shirt was open, she began caressing his torso with an upward sweeping motion until reaching his shoulders. After gently removing his shirt, she began teasing his nipples with circular licks and gentle bites until he gasped out loud.

Slowly running her hands down his torso to the top of his jeans, dancing her fingers through the hairs that begin his "happy trail", she quickly undid the button and then slowly unzipped his fly. She slid a hand down at the same time to touch that which had been covered before. A moan of anticipation escaped his perfect lips.

With her arms now around his waist, she slid her hands lower to his firm butt, pushing down on his jeans as she did so. She lowered her body, pressing it seductively against him as she did, until she was level with his engorged member. Not able to resist, she gave his penis a teasing lick across the indentation of the head, once the jeans were out of the way and forgotten on the floor. Looking down at his throbbing erection, Sabrin knew there was no way he could bring this to a halt (not that he wanted to) when she now had the evidence of his compliance in her mouth.

Releasing him, she pushed him backwards so Sabrin sprawled on the bed. Taking a step back she unbuttoned one more button on her blouse, drawing his eyes to her breasts again. As though hypnotized, he sat back up and with a decisive motion, he ripped her blouse clean away, exposing the red lace bra that barely kept her breasts constrained. He was too far gone to deny his lust, so he reached over with glee and unhooked the clasp between her breasts, delighting that she was so well endowed that the bra still clung to her, and just pulled them further apart in a appetizing way.

Sabrin pulled her closer so he could press his face against her cleavage and, after several kisses there, he nudged the bra away so he could claim her breast with his mouth, sucking like a man possessed. She pushed him back again and, while standing before him, unzipped her leather mini and let it fall to the floor. He locked eyes with hers once again, as he ran his fingers up both of her outer thighs until he found the sides of her thong. In a motion that betrayed prior experience, he ripped it from her body while a smile that hinted at promise curved his sensuous mouth. He pulled her towards him, sweeping her onto the bed beside him so she lay there waiting for him. She did not have to wait long for him to give his undivided attention to her left breast and press the evidence of his arousal against her while his face was buried in her ample bosom.

He gently caressed the inside of her thigh causing her to spread her legs ever so slightly so he could gain access to another delight her body had to offer him. Sabrin left no doubt he was ready to do just that, but he seemed to be intent on teasing her just a bit longer.

He pulled back and, with her eyes closed, all she could feel was his hot breath moving down her body and his strong fingers stroking her love nest. She threw back her head and moaned with abandon as he continued his delicious torture until she could stand it no more. She pushed him on to his back and positioned herself to straddle his waist while he looked at her with that mischievous smile that only heightened her arousal. She decided to do some torturing of her own, so lowering herself on to his impressive erection, she proceeded to bring him to the very edge only to stop and then stare down at him with an impish grin. She lowered her upper body so her breasts were directly in his face and then she moved in a way that caused her left nipple to just graze the lips of the man beneath her. He was so overcome with desire he could barely open his eyes or gather enough breath to speak. Somehow after tickling her nipple with his tongue for only a second he moaned one word...

"More."

She smirked at him as she slowly began to raise and lower herself rhythmically on his throbbing "rod of delight". Soon, he cried out in utter release. Grabbing her shoulders to pull her close, he whispered in her ear, "What other surprises do you have for me?”

She got up from the bed and walked seductively to a bag of toys she had brought with her. Glancing over at him and then slowly swinging a pair of specially made handcuffs on one finger, she tossed them carefully at her lover who plucked them easily out of the air. A second later he lunged for her so fast she let out a startled yelp, but that was just the first of his surprises.

"This gives me an idea,” he whispered in her ear and then gently sucked her lobe. He maneuvered her over to a decorative wall unit that had irregular cutouts, which allowed him to slip the cuffs through. He cuffed her arms just above her head, "I hope you can remain standing. I don’t want to hurt your wrists."

Having said that he lowered himself to his knees and placed her left foot on his thigh. He slowly started running his hands up her leg until he reached the top of her stocking.  He swept his fingers around the edge of the elastic that held the stockings in place. He then removed her shoe and slowly pushed the stocking down her leg. He removed it and put her shoe back on. He then repeated his action, focusing on her right leg. He then turned his attention back to her thighs.

Paying close attention to her moans of anticipation, Sabrin took note of where his touch would cause her to get goose flesh on her firm and silky flesh. As he concentrated his tongue on the tiny nub between her legs that grew hard the more attention he gave it, her moans became loader and more intense. Her body began to thrash against the wall unit from the pleasure created by his incredible tongue.

~ Now I know why he said he hoped I could remain standing, ~ she thought to herself as her legs turned to jelly. Her body started to quake as her orgasm took her. Sabrin stopped, looking up at her with a devilish grin on his face. He raised himself up and penetrated her with his swollen member and began slow, deep thrusts. He also claimed her mouth and kissed her with enthusiasm. This helped her to remain on her feet even though she did not think she could feel anything below the area of her body he had just penetrated. He moved his kisses from her mouth to her neck while his hand gently but firmly squeezed a breast, his fingers playing with her rock hard nipple.

Her intense moans seemed to spur him on further and further, which was just what she needed. His next thrust caused her to feel as though her center had caught fire and the rest of her was quickly consumed in the blaze. Moments later she was still crying out his name. She could feel his body quaking against her as he exploded inside her a moment later. She could tell from the expression on his face and his moans that his orgasm was greater than any he had experienced before. Dizzy with satisfaction, ebbing desire and just pure exhaustion, her knees gave way. Sabrin was still within and against her, so she did not strain her arms, but as he gave a deep blissful sigh, he slowly pulled away and just let his eyes take in the sight of her restrained body, glistening with perspiration. He smiled at her and leaned over to once again kiss her passionately on the lips.

"I'll get the key. I want to see what else you have in that bag of toys," he said eagerly. But before he turned, he ran his fingertips over her glistening torso and could not resist making his way down to her pubic hair and then, with an evil grin, inserted two fingers inside her. He massaged her clit with his thumb as he pushed fingers in and out several times as she strained against her bonds.

Sabrin retrieved the bag of toys and dug around for the key, which he then used to remove the restraints from her wrists. Returning to the bag, he dug through it pulling out a bottle of heating massage oil. He handed it to her with a grin. Lying back down on the bed, with his hands folded behind his head, he waited. Still walking on legs of jelly, she felt her energy return at the thought of rubbing the oil over every inch of his breathtaking body.

She climbed on to the bed and straddled him at his waist. Opening the bottle to pour a small amount of the oil on his chest, she began to massage him with enthusiasm, which she could see had an immediate relaxing effect on him.

While two orgasms seemed to have drained him, when her massage moved down to his nether region his eyes remained closed, but his erection returned. He opened his eyes suddenly as if he was startled when she wrapped her lips around the head of his penis. He let out a gasp and closed his eyes again.

"You have an amazing mouth," he sighed. She decided to answer by taking him deeply and then as she pulled back, she allowed her teeth to lightly rake against the sensitive skin of his erection.

"Ah!" he cried, but not from pain. She once again reached the head of his penis and lightly ran her tongue along the underside while pumping at the shaft with her hand. He again moaned with pleasure.

"I don't know who let you into my room, young woman, but...ah...I'm going to buy them a car when I doooooahhhhh!" He moaned and gasped at the tender torture of her tongue. She looked up for a moment and smiled in a way that made him even harder. She lightly kissed the head of his penis before engulfing it in her mouth once again.

"You make me come again and I’m going to become dehydrated," he said, breathlessly.

”Are you saying you want me to stop?" she asked, doing just that.

“NO!" he cried out finding the strength to lift his head, adding to his plea. "I'll drink a gallon of water - later," he said and then once again lost the ability to utter anything intelligible. She had turned her attention back to his rod of desire, taking it into her mouth once again.

She could tell from his moans that he was close to erupting so she carefully squeezed on his balls to bring him back a little, she was not finished enjoying her work. His breath caught for only a second as she now caressed his balls and again went down on him.

He was again close when she stopped her oral fixation on him and whispered. "Tell me you want this."

"I want this," he answered quickly, although breathlessly. She rewarded him with two more brushes of her mouth and then stopped once more.

"Tell me you burn for this," she said, breathing hot breath over his aching erection. He had difficulty speaking but managed to respond.

"I'm burning for it.” Once again she teased him by gently wrapping her mouth around his manhood for two quick strokes and stopped once again.

“Tell me how much you want me." She pumped his shaft with her hand while waiting for his response but he was having even more difficulty speaking than before.

"This much," he said and was on and in her so fast she had to stifle a cry of shock. His eyes seemed to roll back in his head as he entered her. She had been getting so turned on by what she had been doing to him, that she had been tempted to finger herself as she teased and pleasured him, so their joining was made all the more sweet by her need.

His thrusts were long and slow at first but soon the pace quickened as he penetrated her deeper and deeper. She had brought him so close to the brink but he wanted to make sure she climaxed before he ejaculated so she would have as much pleasure as he did. Her soft and then louder cries of climax pushed him over the wonderful edge. They fell together into the abyss of pleasure and release.

Sabrin’s whole body felt alive and encompassed in the hot afterglow as he pulled her with him when he rolled to his side. "Let's sleep for a while. I hope you don't have to be anywhere soon," he told her.

"I made sure to keep my calendar clear for some time," she said with a smile. He kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose before finally pressing his lips against her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and they quickly fell asleep from the sheer exhaustion brought on from the afternoon's activities.

When she awakened, it was dark in the room. Sabrin had left a light on in the bathroom, so she could see in the shadowed room. But where he was, she knew without looking. His erection was prodding her in the ass and she had to center herself a bit as it came back to her where she was and who the erection belonged to.

She turned her head slightly to see if he was still asleep. He was. She wondered what it was that he was dreaming about. Should she wake him or let him sleep longer? She had to wake him. That erection was too good to waste.

She turned herself around, her bare ass just bumping the headboard, as she carefully straddled his head and began to play with his still erect penis. He awoke with a start, but seeing what was before him he could not resist. He reached up to slide his hands over the smooth skin of her thighs and she sighed at his touch. He caressed and then kneaded her bottom and a lovely bottom it was. But touching was not as good as tasting. With a wide grin on his face, he pulled her by her slender waist until his target was close enough to claim. He quickly buried his face between her legs. His fingers and tongue were working overtime as he pushed himself to go deeper inside her to give her the same pleasure he was receiving from that amazing mouth of hers. Her legs began to tremble with desire and she doubled her efforts on his now moist shaft.

He was so hard. The feel of the velvety skin over his rock hard erection was like a dream. This had to be a dream. It was just too perfect to be real, but here she was, his mouth pleasuring her and his sex in her mouth. He was aroused because of her. It was only a moment later that he came in her mouth. His semen tasted so good. She licked all that she could off of the head and shaft of his penis and licked her lips. He did not let his orgasm stop his exploration of her precious morsels and within moments of his ejaculation she was exploding herself. It took everything she had to keep from collapsing on him. The heat from his mouth and her own orgasm was burning her up inside. She came again and released his member in order to cry out from the sweet agony. Her legs were still turning to rubber so she carefully moved her body so she would be facing him once again.

She straddled his waist and gently lowered herself onto his chest. He held her so tightly and it felt so good.

"You are the most amazing lover I have ever had, but I don't even know your name."

"My name isn’t important. All you need to know is that I have wanted you for years and I’m a fan of your body of work and of your body. Why don't we order some room service and then maybe we can take a shower together. Would you like that?" Her voice was even alluring, he decided.

He agreed to order room service and his choices were very interesting - champagne, strawberries and whipped cream and some finger foods that were meant to be shared. It would take some time for the food to arrive so they wrapped their arms around each other. She felt wonderful. ~ I love cuddling, ~ she thought ~ especially with this sexy man of my dreams. ~

Just then, he started to softly sing to her. She felt like she was in heaven. Even now he seemed unable to prevent his hands from moving sensually over her body. If she had not been so hungry for food, she would have again given in to this other hunger. Not surprising, considering how many times she had imagined this very scene. It was ironic that it was 100% better than she had ever imagined.

As his fingertips swept across her body, Sabrin began to wonder what she had in mind for him next. He debated with himself whether anyone would miss him if he skipped the convention he was in town for altogether. This was too good to stop. Then he realized this was not only the best sex he had ever had, it was probably the best sex he would ever have. That made him more determined to make sure the time they had together would last as long as possible.

His commitment was for three days. He had a meeting the next day with a producer who was in town and wanted him for a supporting role in a romantic comedy. That was the only reason he had agreed to three days here, but now he wondered if it was not fate.

Was there a god of sex? If so, Sabrin was going to have to look him up and make an offering. This woman was able to keep him hard just by being in the room with him.

Just then, there was a knock at the door - room service. He did not even bother covering himself, but went to the door to get the food.

Sabrin looked over at the bed. She was lying on her stomach, uncovered as well. The room service guy was not shocked by their appearance, as he had seen just about everything imaginable during his tenure at the hotel. He waited for Sabrin to sign the bill and left quickly. Sabrin brought the food to the bed. He popped open the champagne causing the cork to fly across the room. He laughed a little as it had reminded him of himself earlier. And he was fairly certain he would get the chance to pop his cork again.

He poured her a glass. Once they had clinked glasses and drank "to exhaustion” he dipped a strawberry into the whipped cream and offered it to her. Before she could open her sensual mouth to accept his offering, he lightly touched the fruit to her face and grinned at the sight of her cream covered, but still sexy, nose. He then leaned closer to her. Using his tongue, he gently cleaned the whipped cream from her face. She grabbed on to his hand and took a bite of the strawberry. She licked the excess whipped cream from her lips.

~ Man, this woman has it going for her. Is there anything she can do that doesn't turn me on? ~ He watched as she took a strawberry and carefully dipped it in the whipped cream. As she brought it towards his mouth she made sure some dripped off onto his chest. She gave him a mischievous grin that sent shivers of desire through him. She put the fruit just an inch from his mouth, but when he went to reach for it, she pulled it back just enough to be out of reach. He tried again, but again he had to move closer to reach for the teasing fruit. He had, of course, caught on and leaned in so close there was no more room for her to pull back. She let him have the berry and kissed him only once before kissing her way down to the dribbled cream.

They continued this game until almost all of the food was gone. They had made sure there was still some of the whipped cream left to play with. Using his finger, Sabrin spread some of the cream down between her breasts trailing down to her stomach and that was where he began. His tongue tickled her as he cleaned up the cream from her flat stomach and began to work his way up to her luscious breasts. The feel of her nipple as he sucked it into his mouth and tongued it was driving him crazy with need once again. He wanted more of his body to touch hers. He had never been this hard as long and this often. It was almost as though his erection was pulling him towards her entrance, but she had another idea.

She coaxed him into a position where he straddled her just below her breasts. Taking his rock hard penis between her breasts, she pushed them together firmly and told him to begin his thrusts. Every time the head of his penis peeked out past her breasts; she caressed the tip with her tongue. This was a new position for him and he loved it. Sabrin was still able to reach her face with his hands so he momentarily brushed one against her check and then slowly brought his fingers towards her mouth, placing one digit between her sensual lips. She sucked and licked it with great vigor. He thrust his finger in and out of her mouth at the same rhythm as he was screwing her breasts. When he was close to the edge, he withdrew his finger and allowed her to lick and suck his penis. When his seed began to spill, she released her breasts and took him into her mouth, milking him dry as he threw back his head and let go of guttural cries.

"My God, woman! You’re going to kill me! Don't stop!" he exclaimed. The gleam in her eyes told him she had no intention of stopping. Sabrin collapsed on the bed next to her and kissed her passionately. "Where have you been all my life?" he whispered in her ear.

She smiled and replied, "In your dreams."

"Was I in yours?" he asked panting.

“Oh yes. But you're much better in real life. You taste better too." She licked her lips as though some of his cream had escaped and she was reclaiming it.

~ God, I’m going to get hard again if she keeps doing that. She is going to kill me. ~ He sighed, but grinned as he pulled her tighter against him. In a minute, it was going to be her turn. Sabrin kissed her again, long and hard. He ran his hands down her body until he reached her Garden of Eden. He fingered her clit and then inserted one of his fingers in her, then added another and another. The only interruption to his kiss was the moans she let out from his exploration below.

He began to descend in his kisses. He tongued a breast and then the other. She wiggled at the attention his fingers were giving her. His tongue circled her navel and she moaned again.

"Does my kiss please you?" he asked. She replied with only one pleading word.

"Lower."

And lower was exactly where Sabrin was heading. He removed his fingers from her and licked them clean one at a time. He kissed the inside of her thighs and then slowly moved his kisses higher until he was positioned exactly where he wanted to be.

She watched his mouth move in for the kill and gave a throaty sigh when his tongue made contact with her clitoris. He danced around and tickled it with his tongue. He sucked and licked until her breathing became labored. She ran a hand through his hair and just before she came, she was pulling a handful of his hair, but not hard enough to hurt.

As she lost her grip on his hair, she reached for the bed's headboard with both hands. She desperately needed something to hold on to, especially since her back was arching higher than she thought possible. If she did not hang on she might levitate off the bed completely and she desperately did not want to do that while he was giving her such pleasure.

The ravenous attention he was giving her was making it almost impossible for her to breathe and she was certain this was more pleasure than a body could handle and then she came again.

Sabrin licked and sucked as much of her cum as he could and then continued his manipulation of her clit. He wanted her to cum again and again. Her reaction to his work excited him greatly.

His penis throbbed with a delicious ache. He was craving to sheath himself within her again, but he also wanted to continue his manipulations, as he enjoyed hearing her lusty cries. The sheets were going to be soaked with the evidence of the passion that had been shared here already. Maybe her idea of a shower was not so bad. And room service to freshen the bed, maybe?

Her cries of pleasure were more than he could now take. He had to have her again. Sabrin quickly moved up her body and penetrated her once again. She let go of the headboard and wrapped her arms around his back, bringing her legs up so his penetration would be complete.

She was still so excited that her string of orgasms just continued as he began his thrusts. God, she had such strong vaginal muscles, she was tighter than any woman he had ever been with. Her back was still arched, and her fingernails were digging into his back. This only excited him more. Would he have marks of her passion on his back in the morning? Why did he hope so? Would they still be there when he got home?

~ Damn! ~ he thought, ~I don't care if they are! ~ He almost wished for a permanent scar so he would have something to always remind him of his time with her.

He continued his deep thrusts. Her moaning was so intense that it turned him on even more.

~ How will I survive this and be able to go on like nothing has happened here? ~ he wondered.

She moved her head closer to his and began kissing and playfully biting his earlobes. Her fingers were still digging into his back and the pain, fear of discovery, and pleasure drove him over. He was amazed he had any cum left, as he once again began pumping it into his lover's body.

"God, I love the sounds you make when you cum," she sighed.

Sabrin withdrew his penis from her and collapsed next to her on the bed. They were both exhausted from the hours of pleasure they had just experienced. All he could manage to say was one word, "Sleep?" They desperately needed to recharge their batteries. She nodded her head in agreement. He kissed her on the forehead and with their bodies still entwined they both fell quickly asleep.

Dawn broke and slowly filled the suite with warm sunlight. The two lovers did not seem to notice until the sun was well into its morning climb. She woke first and, after answering a call of nature, she stood in the doorframe, just watching the man she considered to be the sexiest man alive sleep. He was on his side, he arms stretched out in front of him. He looked as though he was trying to reach out for someone. She just hoped it was her.

Sabrin slowly opened his eyes, reaching out with his hand to touch her. A panic started to build inside him. ~ Where is she? ~ He opened his eyes completely. ~ Oh God! Please let her still be here, ~ he mentally pleaded. He sat up quickly and surveyed the room. He let out an audible sigh of relief when he saw her standing across the room.

~ Okay, that looked too desperate, ~ he berated himself. But, he did not want to give up this experience a moment before he was forced to. For one tiny second, he had believed it had all been a dream. Odd how if it had been only a dream, waking up would have been a nightmare. But there she was, leaning by the bathroom door. A vision.

“You’re out of bed. You’re not leaving, are you?” He tried to keep the pleading tone to a minimum.

“Maybe I should. You do have that question and answer panel at ten.” She seemed to be looking for her clothes.

Sabrin looked at the standard issue hotel clock that was perched on the nightstand. It read 9:15 a.m.

"Damnit!" The forcefulness at which he said that surprised even himself but caused her to smile. She knew she had him exactly where she wanted him. "Damn, damn, damn!" he kept muttering as if he said it enough times the Q & A would magically disappear and he could stay here longer. He turned to her. "I have to go to that but I need to see you again." He was unable to control the pleading tone in his voice. He was desperate that he had to be with her again - that day and for the rest of his too short stay.

"You mean you haven't grown tired of me yet?" she asked, teasingly. Stark naked, she slowly walked back towards the bed. He knew if she even touched him, he would never make his panel commitment. Though he was loathed to, he scooted off the other side of the bed.

“I am nowhere near tired of you. Damn it, you’re going to have to give me a name. Even if you don’t want to give your real one, I have to call you something. I want to leave word at the front desk for you to be given a key to my suite. I have to shower. Please, if you’re going to leave, at least leave me with a name.” He hated having to edge away from those beautiful eyes, but he could already feel a twitching from his groin.

She walked over to her clothes and started to get dressed. "I'll have to think about it,” she said as she zipped up the back of her leather mini. "Go have your shower and I'll let you know what I decide." ~ Wasn't it PT Barnum who said, ‘always leave them wanting more,’ ~ she thought. She chuckled to herself, doubting this was what he was referring to.

Sabrin reluctantly left her to take his shower. He was thinking about her so much he did not notice the figure entering the bathroom. He rushed through his shower, afraid she would leave without telling him her name. His fear was unfounded. As he stepped out of the shower he saw the name "Sarah" written in the steam on the mirror.

The panel featured Sabrin and a few of his former castmates. It was an informal event for people who had purchased special passes for the convention. It was fun and the fans were energetic, but more than half of him wanted this to be over. Then Sarah walked into the back of the small room and took a seat. She had changed into a long white tank dress with a slit that went up her left leg. Sabrin felt his mouth go dry and his penis grow stiff right there. He thanked God he was sitting behind a table that hid his growing reaction to Sarah’s appearance.

The fan at the microphone had asked him a question but Sabrin’s mind was on Sarah, so he did not hear anyone else around him. He felt a nudge from the forum moderator who was sitting next to him and was brought back to this world.

"I'm sorry I was distracted and didn't hear your question. Would you repeat it please?” The fan smiled and then began to recite a long-winded question that seemed all too familiar to him. He had heard it a million times. He smiled and said, "Yes, next question," and everyone laughed. He could see Sarah make her way to the short line to the microphone to ask a question. He was thankful he was not alone on this panel. His distraction would have been much more obvious if he were.

"Good morning, Mr. Berry. I hope you are enjoying your visit here so far," she smirked. "When comparing yourself to Sirus , what areas would you say you function better than he?"

Sabrin tried not to gulp audibly as she shifted her weight, thus causing her left thigh to peek out from her dress.

“Yes, thank you. I am enjoying my stay in this fine city. The people here have welcomed me with open arms.” And legs, he thought to himself. Something about the twinkle in her eye told him she knew what he was thinking. “Sirus and I – comparison - I think I have a better imagination. I think in certain situations, he would be at a loss and I could think of something interesting to - a creative solution.” Oh, God! Was it obvious he was thinking about sex? His groin tightened again.

Sabrin managed to stammer out more of an answer but he was sure the crowd now thought he was a complete idiot. He tried to think of something funny to say to cover up his problem and it worked. The crowd burst out into laughter.

Sarah smiled at him. "Thank you, Mr. Berry. I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay." She turned to go back to her seat. He could not take his eyes off of her. When she walked he could still see a bit of thigh from the slit in her dress. The way the dress almost seemed to caress her butt and the movement of her hips as they swayed made him hot. Again he felt a nudge from the moderator. "I'm sorry. I didn't get much sleep last night. Would you repeat the question again?”

The panel finally ended, but he had the feeling he should not bolt for the door with Sarah still here. He was right. She, along with half dozen others came up as soon as he stepped down from the raised panel table. She did not hurry, she did not even say much. But when her hand made contact with his arm, her touch burned him with a passion filled flame. Her fingers glided down his forearm to his hand, which she clasped.

“Your charm is hard to resist, Mr. Berry. I was so excited to see you in person, I still am.” When she released his hand, he noticed a small piece of paper in his hand. It took a minute, but he was able to get a second to read it. “Meet me in the stairwell,” it said. He looked up quickly, but she was already gone.

Although it only took a few minutes before Sabrin was able to leave, it felt like hours. He found the stairwell and took a quick look around to see if anyone was watching him. He did not want anyone following him in there. If he was going to be caught with her, he wanted it to be after and not before he could find out what she had in mind for him. Sabrin looked around as the door closed behind him and spotted her standing in the corner of a higher landing between floors.

She beckoned him with a finger. Refusing her was out of the realm of possibilities. But before he reached her, she turned and flew up the stairs. Shocked, he called out, but was answered with her laughter only. He followed quickly. She had him panting from the chase when he caught her and then when she practically slammed him against the stairwell wall, he was completely breathless. Her hands went straight to his returning erection. She undid his fly and grinned when she found he wore nothing underneath.

“You can’t do this to me here. What if we’re seen?” he begged, through clenched teeth, but could not bring himself to move.

"Admit how turned on that makes you. You can leave if you prefer but I know you want me and you want me here, now and you don't care who comes through that door." She was right and he knew it. He pulled her towards him. They kissed long and hard. His hands roamed her body until he reached her ass. He discovered she was not wearing anything under this dress. He clenched the soft fabric in his hands and started bunching it up so the hem rose higher and higher.

She was still fondling his penis and causing him to moan louder and louder. She freed his arousal from his trousers and seemed to be guiding him home. He was blind with need. He had to have her. He was sure he would cease to exist if he did not enter her in the next few seconds.

She guided his erection inside her as she raised one leg, bringing it around his hip. She wanted all of him, as deep as he could go. He used the wall for leverage and began his deep thrusts. The more he tried to muffle his moans the louder they seemed to echo. He was sure someone was going to come through a door to investigate the noise that must be emanating throughout the facility. She had been right. That thought turned him on even more than he believed possible.

This could ruin him if they were found. If it got home, to the press... press...press your body more firmly against me. He moaned as he felt her tightening her vaginal muscles to squeeze him so hard he could not remember his own name. All he knew was he was within Sarah and he wanted to stay there.

Grabbing her ass cheeks more firmly, he ground himself into her. She found his mouth and he tried to remember how to kiss, his mind was so overwhelmed with the feel of her body encasing his.

Her kiss was much more ferocious than before. The risk of being caught was having as much of an affect on her as it was on him. She brushed her lips across the side of his face, sucking on his lobe for a moment before whispering in his ear. "Harder, fuck me harder, harder!" How could he not? She repeated louder, "Harder, fuck me harder!". This time it was more of an order than a request. He complied willingly. Her demands became a moan "Harder, harder, fuck me harder!"

Without pulling out, he switched them so she would be the one with her back to the cinder block wall.

“Is this hard enough?" he almost growled at her, but his voice and eyes held only passion.

 "Yes!" She almost screamed. It was more than he could take. He thrust into her; sure he would split her in half as he came with minded numbing intensity. With her leg still wrapped around him, she arched her back as much as his weight and pressure on her would allow, crying out her climax after watching his.

They were both breathing heavily and smiling that type of smile reserved for lovers after a particularly satisfying encounter. Sabrin withdrew from her, but neither made a motion to cover themselves. He kissed her quickly twice and then lowered his head, resting his forehead on her shoulder until he caught his breath. She had one arm around him and was stroking his hair with her free hand.

"How do you do this to me?" he panted. "I have never done something so risky or reckless. Did anyone hear us? If someone did-" She cut him off with a kiss brushed to his lips.

"Shhhh, no one saw. If they heard, maybe they figured out what was happening, but they don't know who. I won't let anything happen that will cause you trouble when this ends." She kissed him hard and banished the trouble from his mind.

...when this ends...

The words seemed to hang in the air. But Sabrin did not want to think of this ending - the thought caused a knot to form in his stomach.

"Ends?" He had not even realized he said it out loud.

"When you go back to LA and I have to go back to-" she did not finish her sentence. Where did she have to go - was it work, her boyfriend? Why did she tease him like this? She had caught him hook, line and sinker and come tomorrow was she going to throw him back?

The knot in his stomach was not getting any smaller.

"Time marches on, Sabrin. You have your life and I have mine. Come tomorrow evening, we have to go back to them. When is your flight out?" she asked, looking consolingly into his eyes.

"I like the night flights. I can sleep during them and not sit there bored. It's at 1:15 tomorrow- Monday morning. When is yours?"

"I'll be here when you leave," was her only response. Was she doing this on purpose to continue torturing him? Why would she not give a direct answer instead of being so secretive?

They adjusted their clothing the best they could. She smoothed down her dress, using her hands to try to remove any creases caused when it was bunched at her waist. Sabrin kissed her again, almost desperately as he did not want to waste a moment of their time. He stared in her eyes longingly.

"Should you go first or do you want me?” she asked.

"I want you. More than I should, it would seem. Are you going to come to my room, Sarah? That's not your real name, is it." He did not want to be angry. He wanted her in his arms and bed and to be in her, but he had to know.

"Go on then, I'll meet you there. Do you want me to bring anything?" she asked, trying to soothe him.

"You - I want you to bring you. Your bags, toothbrush, comb. Stay there with me," he pleaded.

"Are you sure? I thought you didn't take risks. You aren't concerned the hotel staff will talk about the woman in your room?" She wanted to make sure he knew what he was asking.

"Some risks are worth taking. The key is waiting for you at the front desk," was his response. He kissed her again. They walked down the stairs to the main floor. She smiled, kissed him lightly on the cheek and left the stairwell.

"Please hurry,” he whispered although he was talking to himself as the door to the stairwell had already closed behind her.

Sabrin waited a few minutes before leaving the stairwell. He almost flew out the door as he quickly made his way back to his suite. As he entered he noticed the maid had already been. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. The last thing he wanted was to have to wait for his suite to be cleaned, especially once Sarah arrived. He stripped out of his clothes after ordering a lunch he hoped she would like. He stepped into the shower again and lowered his head to the shower wall. How was he going to reconcile this weekend to the rest of his life? His girlfriend Niki? His plans for the future? He was so lost in thought that Sarah’s hands reaching around his waist startled him.

"I can get out if you want,” she teased. She knew he would not let her leave the shower. Sabrin could feel her hot flesh against his backside, as she pressed closer to him. The feel of the water hitting his body from the multi-jet shower and her hands dancing across his chest felt blissful. He made a mental note to himself to always stay at hotels that had bathrooms like this. He had not appreciated the 2-person shower and separate Jacuzzi tub when he first arrived in his suite but he did now.

Maybe he should add to that a note to always invite her to join him when he traveled, if he could get her to tell him who she was and how he could contact her. He stayed where he was and let her hands roam his body, exciting him. God, but she excited him. He turned around and grabbed her.

"You moved your things here?" he asked. She had time to give a quick nod before he crushed her body to his.

Their kiss was long and passionate. His lips roamed from her beautiful mouth, across her face and to her neck. His hands were equally as adventurous caressing every square inch of her body he could reach. The warm water spewing from the shower danced on their bodies creating a new sensation, sensuous in its own right. He pressed her up against the wall of the shower and entered her.

The expression on her face told him many things. He turned her on, and that only added to his excitement. Two, she knew damn well she had him right where she wanted him, in more ways than one. Three, she was not going to give her secrets away easily, but he was going to try anyway.

The water that ran down their bodies caused their coming together to make a humorous sound and, after several minutes, she began to giggle. He knew why and could not help but laugh as well.

"I want to wash you, and then we can continue this in the other room," she told him, with a kiss.

With everything that had happened since they met she still had so many surprises for him. She had come prepared for the shower. She had a small bottle of what appeared to be a liquid shower gel and a loufah. The gel produced a great deal of lather on the loufah and she started to wash him starting at his chest.

Sabrin was burning up. He was shocked there was not more steam in this shower with as hot as he felt. Sarah finished with his chest and in order to wash his arms, she lifted them and rested his hands on her breasts. Her eyes met his and standing under a spray of water, his mouth again went dry.

He fondled her breasts and fought the temptation to just grab her and carry her to the bed, soaking wet.

She finished with his arms and moved lower.

She quickly kissed his lips and lowered herself to her knees guiding the loufah over his body as she did. She started with his feet and worked upward. The combination of the water, the loufah and her soft hands was having quite an effect on him. By the time she reached his thighs he was erect. She paid meticulous attention to detail while cleaning his now aching balls, holding them gently in one hand while she glided the softness of the loufah over them.

He reached out for the wall to steady himself and closed his eyes. She kissed the head of his penis before moving the loufah gently over him there. The texture of the loufah was strange, but her hand was also moving through the lather, caressing, touching, fondling. His breathing was haggard. Opening his eyes, he met hers.

She stood up and handed him the loufah. "You do me now and then we can do each other’s back."

Do her. God did he ever want to, but not with a loufah. At her prodding, Sabrin lathered up the loufah and began to gently sweep it against her neck. He slowly moved it down to her breasts. The loufah felt good against her skin but not as good as his hands. His light touch and roving fingers played havoc with her emotions. His hands, she thought. She had always been amazed at how well he used his hands and this proved he was nimble with more than a laser pistol.

Every time his eyes, those beautiful sparkling blue eyes, met hers, her knees got weak. ~ This is not a dream, ~ she had to remind herself over and over. ~ The man I have fantasized about for years is taking a shower with me and his hands are all over my body, and not for the first time. ~ As he moved to kiss her, his erect penis pushed into her thigh. His hands moved to clean her back and she moved to take certain matters into her own hands.

She took a step back so she was leaning against the wall. He did not miss a beat in following her. He dropped the loufah to the floor of the shower. Their bodies once again became entwined. He could not wait; he had to enter her now.

"Sabrin, we said we were going to continue this once we finished here," Sarah reminded him, planting her hand on his sexy chest to keep him at bay.

"I can't wait. Sarah, please." He tried again to pull her against his body, but she laughed and twisted away. Turning off the water, she pushed open the shower door. She stepped out quickly, grabbed two of the large fluffy towels and tossed one at him, grinning.

She began to dry him off. It felt so good, he was sure he was going to explode right there. This was torture; she knew it and he loved it.

"I can't wait,” he said almost pleading with her to relieve his delicious pain. He lifted her on to the edge of the vanity. He had to have her now.

"Yes, you can." She pushed him gently away and almost ran past him. He turned and ran after her. She made it to the opposite side of the bed and grinned, challengingly at him. "Catch me if you can."

He was opening his mouth to respond, when there was a knock at the door. "Room service,” came a voice.

Sabrin’s shoulders sagged. "I ordered us lunch," he explained, grimacing with disappointment.

"You sweet thing, you. Get on your robe. That voice was female." She pointed towards the robe on the chair and grabbed her discarded dress.

When she had finished putting on her dress, Sabrin opened the door. The woman from room service wheeled in the cart, looking at both of them and grinning. She could tell something was happening here. This man and woman with the wet hair and him, so desperately trying to hide the bulge that protruded under his robe. After leaving the food tray on the small table for two by the window, the woman turned and left. She had been grinning when Sabrin had signed for the meal and was still grinning when she left the suite.

Sarah moved to the table. "Come eat. You’ll need the energy."

Sabrin sighed and came across the room. It was time to have his way for once. He pulled her delicate hand from the tray and placed it on his chest. "The food will keep. It’s only cold sandwiches. Come to the bed, Sarah – now." He walked her backwards to the bed and pulled off his robe just as her legs hit the side of the mattress.

The edge of the mattress touching the back of her knees caused them to buckle, forcing her to sit on the bed. He stood in front of her. His still erect penis was at just the right height for tasting.

She leaned forward, but he had other plans. He grasped her shoulders and shoved her back on the bed. "Take the dress off," he ordered. He was so hot for her now, he could barely think straight. She raised her eyebrows at him, but complied quickly. He was crawling on the bed after her as she scooted back to allow him room. He grabbed her legs and raised them up, throwing one over each of his shoulders and plunged deep within her.

The only sound she could make was a gasp of both shock and delight. He grabbed at her breasts to hold on to while he thrust deeper and deeper inside her.

He was breathing in and out loudly. His body was totally consumed in a blaze of desire. He could think of nothing but the desperate need to plunge deeper and deeper within this physical incarnation of passion. Harder, faster, deeper. Suddenly he seemed to convulse as the most powerful orgasm he had yet to know washed him away.

She thrashed her head, moaning, her hands clawed at the sheets as she was in the throws of her own massive climax. Their simultaneous organisms rocked their bodies like never before. They were both unable to speak. He withdrew from Sarah, lowering her legs to the bed, he lowered himself on her and they kissed passionately. He lifted his head and smiled an almost Cheshire cat type smile.

"Let's eat,” she said.

"I'm not sure I have the strength. I'm not a young man anymore and we have been screwing like teenagers," he said, still trying to catch his breath.

"I could feed you," Sarah offered, grinning.

"It's sandwiches, Sarah. Nothing sexy, I'm afraid," he reminded her.

"Come eat with me, Sabrin.” She stood up and grabbing his arm, pulled him, still naked, from the bed.

As soon as he sat down at the table he realized just how famished he was. "Would you like something to drink from the mini-bar,” she asked.

"Water is fine,” he said in between bites of his sandwich. He watched as she walked to the mini-bar and pulled out two bottles of water and returned to the table.

The sandwich did not taste as good as she did, but it was more filling. They ate in silence but they also watched each other. Finally, halfway through the meal, Sabrin spoke.

"Are you married?" he asked.

"Why? Worried an angry husband is going to come looking for me?"

"I wouldn't want anyone at home to be upset with you or harm you," he admitted. She shook her head.

"You don't have to worry. No one at home knows where I am."

"You snuck away for the weekend then? Do you do that often?"

"If you mean taking weekend getaways by myself - yes. Breaking into a hotel room to seduce a very sexy man - first time."

He grinned. It made him feel good he was the only one she had given herself to in this manner.

"When you take these getaways, what are you trying to get away from?" He was curious about her life. If he asked enough questions maybe she would slip up and tell him more about whom she really is.

"Normal life. Everyone needs a little fun and excitement. I know of a website where this woman posts all your scheduled appearances and this Con was on the list with enough notice for me to make the arrangements." Sabrin asked the name of the site and she told him. He knew it. He had granted the woman a phone interview about two years ago. It was one of the few sites he did not find offensive.

 "What kind of work do you do?" he asked, hoping.

"I have a boring 8-5 job and you don't want to know about it." She got up and came to sit in his lap. With her arms around him, she grinned. "After this weekend, you and I will never see each other again. I don't intend to harass you, so relax."

Relax? How could he relax with the thought he might never see this amazing woman again? He tried again to glean more information from her.

"Where do you live?" He started to run his hand up and down her thigh hoping to distract her enough to get some specific answers.

"The mid-west," she replied.

"What part of the-" he did not get a chance to complete his question. She had gently placed her index fingers on his lips.

"Sssshh. No more questions."

"Why? What are you hiding?" he asked, some of his frustration ringing in his voice.

“Sabrin, I’m not going to cause you any trouble. Once this is over, it’s over. If you think I’m going to try and get between you and Niki after tomorrow-“

“What if I want you to?” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.

His words surprised her. He was serious.

"Sabrin, this is one weekend. Do you really want to risk ruining things in your life over a weekend fling? You're being impulsive. When you have time to think about it, I'm sure you'll want to continue on with your life as it has been."

He held on to her as if he never wanted to let her go. She ran her fingers through his hair as they sat silently. He was about to ask her to consider continuing their relationship when the phone rang.

Sarah hopped up from his lap so he could answer, but as he walked over to pick up his cell, he knew who it would be.

Niki.

"Are you okay? You didn't call?" Niki asked, once Sabrin said hello. He looked over to see Sarah silently eating the rest of her lunch.

"I-I'm fine. The convention has kept me busy. Everything there all right?" he asked, knowing it would be, unless she had run out of money.

"The dogs got into the pool again, but other than that...you sound strange. Are you coming down with something?" Niki asked.

"I'm fine, maybe a little tired." Tired from making love all day and most of yesterday to the most desirable woman he had ever met.

"How was your meeting?" she asked. The meeting - he had completely forgotten he had to meet for dinner with Brad Herman.

"That's tonight. I actually have to get ready for that soon."

"Well, I just wanted to see how you were doing. I'll see you when you get home."

He hung up the phone and looked at Sarah. Should he not feel guilty about being with her? He sat back down at the table and stared at Sarah.

“So how's your significant other?" Sarah asked, calmly coming to stand beside the chair Sabrin had just taken. Sarah did not seem jealous at all. Sabrin suddenly felt slightly hurt or was it angry?

"She's fine. I'm sorry. I forgot. I should have called her while you were getting your things. I-"

Sarah placed a finger on his lips as she had done before and silenced him.

"That life you live is not going to stop because for this moment in time we are here together. I have no illusions about what this is. I wanted to meet you and the more I thought about meeting you, the more I thought about being with you. This has been much more wonderful than I ever dreamed. I'm going to go home happy," she assured him.

He doubted he would leave Denver feeling the same way.

"Before you think I'm some sort of callous bitch or anything, I want you to know that I have never done anything like this before - seduce a man in a long term relationship, I mean. There is just something about you..." she did not finish her sentence, as she could not find the right words to properly describe what she meant. "What time do you have to leave for the meeting?"

"In a couple of hours. The meeting itself should only take about 45 minutes and then Brad and I are going for dinner at Le Beouferie after. I'll try to get back here as quickly as possible."

"Don't worry about me. I ran into a very dear friend I haven't seen for months at the convention. We were going to have dinner together tonight."

“An old friend? Man or woman?" Sabrin knew he should not ask, but there it was, coming out of his mouth.

"It’s just a dinner with a friend. You have your life and I have mine. We'll meet back here tonight and pick up where we left off." Her tone made it clear this was not up for debate, but she smiled a second later. "So where do you want to leave off?" she asked, teasingly. She leaned closer to him, reaching over to run her fingers through his silver hair.

He smiled as the best he could. He did not want this to end but he did not want to waste the time he did have brooding about that. He stood up from the table, taking her hand and led her back to the bed. He surprised her by lifting her up and throwing her gently to the middle of the king size bed. "Where's that bag of toys of yours?” he asked. She laughed and pointed to a bag sitting on the mini-bar. He walked over and rummaged through it until he found what he was looking for.

Before he pulled it out he turned to Sarah, "Close your eyes. I want this to be a surprise."

She complied with his request. He quietly walked over to her and slipped the blindfold he had found in the bag over her eyes. He sat next to where she lay on the bed and lightly swept the feather he had also found along her stomach.

She laughed and grabbed at the bed cover to keep from moving, but it was not easy. Not being able to see him, she did not know where he would tickle her next, but she noticed that she could smell him more. God he smelled good. The shower gel they had used did not smell like that, it was him. As she fought to keep the blindfold on and not move away from the path of the feather, she did her best to commit these moments to memory. She never wanted to forget a second of this special time with this special man.

He moved the feather over her breasts in a slow circular pattern. She moaned her approval. It felt so good. She could not wait to feel its next destination. She did not have to wait too long as he slid it back down her body towards her thighs. He tickled the inside of her thighs causing her to spread her legs further apart. She could feel him shifting positions on the bed thinking he was going to move the feather further down her legs. She gasped in surprise when, instead, she felt his hot tongue on her clit.

She arched her back and sighed as he began his intense tongue-lashing. He seemed like a man in the desert and she was the only moisture. After several moments of delightful torture, she felt his mouth leave her, to be replaced by only his hot breath.

"Lunch was good, Sarah, but you are the best dessert a man could taste."

~ So, not desert – dessert. ~

She sighed with relief as his tongue returned to French kiss her between her legs. He continued his oral fixation until she was close to the edge. He then slowly ran his tongue up her body concentrating his attention on one area and then another until he had reached her luscious lips. He was now inside her. Her senses seemed even more acute than when he first put the blindfold over her eyes. It felt so good to feel him, smell him, and taste him.

He did not move once he filled her with his length. He kissed her once before nuzzling her ear. Then he whispered, "You once asked me if I wanted this, Sarah. How much do you?"

"I really want it,” she whispered back. He began to thrust slowly and stopped again.

"How much?"

"More than anything," she responded. He began to thrust again and stopped.

"What are you willing to do for it?"

"Almost anything. Please, I want it now."

"Will you make love with me all night tonight?" he asked, thrusting slowly.

"Yes!"

"Will you make love with me when I can be here tomorrow?"

"Yes!"

"Will you tell me your real name?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe isn't an answer. Will you tell me your real name?"

"I'll-I'll think..." she almost could not speak anymore as she felt the orgasm surging through her body.

"I need to know your name."

"It's-it's...ahhhhhh!!" she was not able to finish her sentence as her floodgates of passion flew open.

Sabrin felt compelled to keep trying, but his own desire caused him to push that wish aside and allow his own orgasm to pulse through his body and disrupt any coherent thought he had had.

He lowered his mouth to hers and he kissed her savagely. All he could think of was how much he wanted this woman. And how much he wanted this to continue.

He collapsed on the bed next to her, pulling her close to kiss her on the forehead.

She kissed him lightly on the lips. "It's time," she told him.

"Time? Time for what?”

"To get ready for your meeting. You haven't forgotten about it already, have you?"

He had. She had a way of making him forget about anyone or anything but her.

He sighed heavily, he did not want to move or leave, but he wanted this job. “Shit,” he said before pulling her into a kiss.

“Does your mother know you talk that way?” Sarah teased.

He grinned. “She talks even worse than I do. And who was it telling me to fuck her harder earlier?” he teased back. Sarah laughed.

“You have been busy. Screwing some foul mouthed woman this weekend in addition to me, huh?” She pulled herself from his embrace, chuckling.

“I barely have the energy for you, I couldn’t take two of you,” he exclaimed, trying to pull her back.

“You are relentless,” she told him, pointing to the bathroom. “Hit the shower, Sabrin. You look like you’ve been having sex all day.”

“Is that what we've been doing all this time?" he laughed.

He went into the bathroom hoping she would join him again but knowing he really did not have time. ~ I need more time, ~ he thought. He showered quickly and returned to find she was now sitting on the middle of the bed wearing nothing but an over-sized tee shirt.

"I'll wait until you've left before I start getting ready for my dinner date," she informed Sabrin. "I'll try not to be too late getting back here."

Dinner date, he did not like how that sounded. Who was she meeting and how long was she going to be with this person, he wondered.

Sabrin was dressed in cream-colored slacks and a medium blue shirt. He went to the closet to get his shoes. Sitting on the bed to put them on, Sarah leaned over his shoulder, sniffing.

"You smell wonderful. And you look fantastic. I hope you're still dressed when I get back. I would love to take that outfit off of you. You have the sexiest chest." She nuzzled his ear and Sabrin had to close his eyes to keep control. He had to leave her. He had to. And the time when he had to do that again was coming up fast as well. This time was only for a few hours, the next time looked like forever.

"I have to go, Sarah. Wish me luck?" he asked, trying to smile.

"You don't need luck, you have talent. Now go knock his socks off."

He grinned, kissed her quickly and was gone.

As soon as Sabrin left, Sarah called her dinner companion to finalize arrangements. Dinner at Le Boeuferie in one and a half hours - they would meet outside the restaurant so they could arrive together.

She smiled as she went to take a shower and get ready for the evening.

Chapter Two

Sabrin was relieved to get through the meeting. It had taken slightly longer than expected but it had gone very well. The actress he would be playing opposite was talented and Brad had mentioned he liked their chemistry. The actress was not able to join them for dinner as she had other commitments so Sabrin left with his friend, Brad Herman for Le Boeuferie for dinner and to discuss the part. The movie was going to begin shooting soon. Sabrin was not the lead but it was a really good part for him, something he could really sink his teeth into. They arrived at the restaurant and were seated immediately.

Dinner was excellent and the drinks were good too. As the waitress came over to offer a drink refill, something behind her caught Sabrin’s attention. Sarah was walking into the restaurant on the arm of a very handsome man. He was tall, fair haired and immaculately groomed and dressed. He had a neatly trimmed goatee and was wearing a light gray suit. Sarah was laughing and seemed delighted to be in his company. The man did not seem able to take his eyes off her. Sabrin could see why. Her dress was red, backless and short. Her long, shapely legs were bare and Sabrin felt his stomach muscles tighten as his eyes traveled up and down the legs he had been between only hours ago.

He tried to keep his attention on what he was doing. He and Brad had wrapped up discussing the movie and some general things regarding the shooting schedule, locations, and had moved on to general catch up since the two friends had not seen each for a while. Of course Sabrin could not say anything about Sarah, although he had been thinking about her. Now there she was, sitting at a table with another man.

The pair was seated in plain view and while they sat across from one another, they seemed engaged in a very intimate conversation. The man ran his hand up Sarah's bare arm and she seemed to giggle. The man continued to rub her arm, sensuously.

Brad was repeating his name, so Sabrin’s attention was pulled back to his own table. The drinks were refilled and their dinner plates cleared. Dessert was next, but Sabrin kept wondering if this guy in the gray suit was planning on having Sarah for his dessert.

He and Brad continued their discussion but Sabrin could not help taking frequent glimpses at what was happening over at Sarah's table while she and her companion enjoyed their dinner. When they had finished their meals, Sabrin watched as they ordered dessert. The man then got up, kissed Sarah on the cheek and was heading towards the back of the restaurant. He was only a few feet from Sabrin’s table when he turned and called back to Sarah. "Honey, can you order me some coffee, please." She nodded and the man proceeded to the men's room.

~ Honey? He called her honey? That sounded like more than friends. Had they at one time been lovers? Were they lovers now and she’s just putting this man off long enough to have a tryst with me? ~ he wondered. The knot in his stomach was back. Funny how except for when she had called, he had given almost no thought to Niki. But then Niki was just not as sensuous as Sarah.

At her table, Sarah turned her position in her chair. She uncrossed her long legs and from where he was sitting, Sabrin could see she was not wearing anything under that dress. She crossed her legs again and the groin tightening view was stolen away.

He and Brad had almost finished their dessert. Brad had noticed how distracted Sabrin seemed over the past half hour. He had noticed Sabrin taking quick glimpses to his left and decided to see what it was that was so captivating.

"My oh my, that's one fine looking woman," Brad's remark startled Sabrin.

"What?"

Brad nodded in Sarah's direction. "I've noticed you looking over there quite a bit and now I can understand why. She's hot. I wonder if she would be interested in a casting session," he smirked.

Sabrin did not particularly like to hear his friend talk that way about Sarah but he could not say anything. Sarah's companion had returned to the table, giving Sarah a quick kiss on the cheek before he sat down.

Inadvertently Sabrin let out a sigh of frustration. He did not like that man kissing Sarah either. “Yes, she’s nice looking,” Sabrin managed to say; trying not to sound either ticked off or depressed.

“Gee, too bad. Looks like she’s taken, though. Lucky prick. That dress of hers doesn’t leave much to the imagination, does it?”

~ You’d be surprised how inadequate the imagination could be against the reality of being with her, ~ Sabrin thought, but could not say.

"It’s a nice dress."

Brad laughed. "You must be in the doghouse with Niki to be so distracted, Sabrin. Well, I’ve got to be going. I'll call you next week with the details about the shoot. See you soon." The men shook hands and Brad left.

Sabrin sat alone at the table for a few moments trying to decide what to do. Should he stay and watch the events at the other table or go back to the hotel and wait. He decided the lesser of the two evils would be to wait at the hotel. It was too difficult to see her sitting there with the man in gray. Brad's company was picking up the tab for dinner so Sabrin threw a tip down on the table and got up to leave. He could not help but look over at Sarah when he walked past her table. She smiled at him and then turned her attention back to her dinner companion.

“Wait, aren’t you Sabrin Berry," called a voice Sabrin knew belonged to Sarah's dinner companion. The knot in his stomach turned to a block of ice as he turned around. Pasting a fake and forced smile on his face, he nodded.

"Yes, I am," he confirmed.

"I loved that movie you did...ah, Dancing with Disaster? Yeah, that was it. Your look in that was so me," the man said grinning.

"Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

The man turned to Sarah, "Honey, we saw that one together when it first came out, didn't we?" Sarah nodded.

"Would you care to join us for a drink?" the man asked. "You wouldn't mind, would you Honey?"

Why did he have to keep calling her that? Sabrin’s mind was racing when he saw Sarah uncross her legs again and sit with them spread slightly. She was teasing him and Sabrin’s body was responding whether he wanted it to or not.

"Of course I wouldn't mind," she purred.

"Thank you for the offer but I really need to get back to my hotel. It was nice talking to you." He had to get out of there before his urge to grab her hand and take her back to the hotel overcame him. As he was walking away, he could hear the man's voice but could not make out what he was saying to Sarah. She started to laugh.

Sabrin reached the hotel room, sat on the couch and waited for her to return. It seemed like hours before he finally heard her key in the door but, in actuality, it had only been thirty minutes.

Sabrin’s hands were shaking. He mentally ordered them to stop, but they would not listen. Was she coming back to get her things and leave? Please, God, no.

She closed the door and looked for him. Suddenly he realized he had not turned on the lights. He was sitting on the couch alone in the dark, a picture of despair.

"Sabrin?" she called and hit the wall switch for the lights. She looked momentarily stunned to see him where he was. "What are you doing sitting there in the dark? Are you feeling ill? Can I get you something?" She came across the room, concern written all over her desirable face.

"Have you come to collect your things?" he asked.

She sat next to him on the couch and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"No. I haven't come for my things. Why would you think that?" She felt his forehead and then his neck as though looking for signs of a fever.

"I thought you might want to go with your boyfriend. The two of you looked very close." He could not help but sound irritated and slightly heartbroken.

"Boyfriend? You thought he was my boyfriend? How did you come to that conclusion?" she asked, gazing fondly into his eyes.

"The way he was looking at you, touching you, calling you Honey. He kissed you. The way you dressed for him. So damn sexy. I couldn't...I didn't know what..." He could not finish the sentence.

"Sabrin, you were jealous?"

"Yes! When he stopped me, I wanted to grab him and tell him to leave you alone and-" Sarah placed her finger over his lips as she had done before.

"He's not my boyfriend. He is a very touchy-feely kind of guy. He was calling me “Honey” because that is a nickname I have not been able to shake for years. The only person in that restaurant he wanted to get into bed with was you - he's gay," she laughed while she shifted her position to straddle his lap. She locked her arms around his neck.

"So the dress and everything?" he asked still not totaling comprehending what she was saying.

She kissed him and rested her forehead against his. "For you, Sabrin, for you."

"For me?" he stuttered.

She laughed, gently. "Of course. You told me the name of the restaurant and I told you I was going with a friend. I was hoping to excite you, not incite you."

"You were trying to distract me?" he asked. He could feel his blood pressure lowering.

"It looked like it was working, too. I made sure I gave you plenty of time to get your business out of the way. Did I guess right? Did it go well?"

Sabrin took a deep breath and tried to let go of the last bit of tension.

"Yes, it went very well. I got the part and shooting begins in three weeks." He sighed again and allowed her beauty to intrude on his thoughts again. He moved his hands slowly up her legs.

"That's great. You should call Niki and tell her. She'll want to know, won't she?"

Niki. He could not believe how stupid he had been again. He should have called her as soon as he got back to the room but he did not think of it because all he could think of was Sarah and her intimidatingly handsome friend.

"I guess I should give her a call to let her know." Sarah moved off his lap and back to the couch.

"I'll be as quiet as a mouse," she whispered.

Sabrin hit the speed dial on his cell to call home. The phone rang twice before Niki answered.

"I was beginning to wonder," she answered, sounding irritated. "You did get the part, didn't you?"

Sabrin closed his eyes and sighed. "Yes, I did. You don't have to sound so happy to hear from me," he said, his voice thick with sarcasm. When he opened his eyes, Sabrin noted Sarah was looking at him with a disturbed expression on her face. He sat down on the bed and looked away.

"This is our future income we're talking about, you know. I need to know if we have any or not." Niki's tone was terse. Sabrin bit his tongue. She had been edgy lately. Her parents were fighting a lot but Sabrin did not see why that meant Niki had to take it out on him.

"Well, now you know. We do. I’ll see you day after tomorrow. Goodnight." He pushed end and tried to calm himself again.

He gasped as a hand touched his shoulders and began to massage his aching shoulders.

"You've gotten so tense. I'm a good listener if you want to talk," she said as she continued her massage.

"She's under a lot of stress right now. It'll be okay." He did not want to think about what was happening back in LA. He wanted to focus on the here and now.

"I'm sorry my plan backfired and added to your stress. I really didn't mean for it to." Sarah's hand kneaded his back and, at her touch, he felt the tension melt away.

"Sarah," he began, in a melancholy tone. "Make love to me."

She gently pulled him until he laid straight back on the bed. "Of course," she told him, softly. Finally she was in his arms, kissing him and unbuttoning his shirt like she had said she wanted to before he left.

She pulled the shirt from his slacks to finish unbuttoning it, pushed it off his shoulders and began rubbing his chest. Her touch felt so good. She cupped her hands on his face gently bringing him to her for a long slow kiss. Her hands began to dance across his chest.

Her fingers combed through the hair on his chest, soothingly. Once she saw that his breathing had slowed, it was time to cause it to quicken again. She took one of his nipples in her teeth and gently nipped at it. The nip was designed to startle but not hurt. It worked and he gasped. She wanted to make sure he was not distracted and that his attention was pulled to her. She took the nipple in her teeth again, but tongued it now, too. He gasped again, but there was underlying desire in that gasp. She moved to the other nipple and licked circles around it and sucked it into her mouth as much as she could without hurting him. His breathing was altered again, but this time it was what she wanted.

She continued her task. Her attention focused completely on him, to bring such incredible pleasure to him was something he had not experienced in such a long time. An incredibly sexy woman wanted and desired him. She removed his shirt completely, gently caressing his arms so softly he got gooseflesh. He ran his fingers through her hair as she continued her mission.

Sabrin ran a hand down her back as she unbuckled his belt and began to unzip his slacks. She kissed her way down to his waistline and, when the zipper came down, she kissed her way down to the line of his boxers. She looked up and grinned at him.

"You're going to need to lift that cute butt of yours so I can get these off."

He lifted. The slacks and boxers hit the floor with a jingle, due to the keys and change he had in his pocket. The sound caused them both to grin. When he caught her eye, he beckoned her.

"Sarah, come here, please."

"Whatever you say." She smiled at him and moved towards his face. He wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her deeply. For this moment, he was happy.

"Can I just hold you for a few minutes?" he whispered.

"Of course," her voice still had a soothing quality to it.

He held her even tighter to his body as if he never wanted to let go of her and, at that moment, that was exactly how he felt. He wanted to savor this moment and engrave it in his memory. The softness of her skin, her scent, her touch, and her taste - he knew he would never forget this moment. He kissed her again, slowly pushing the fabric of her dress off her shoulders.

~ I'm falling in love with her, ~ Sabrin realized. ~ I've known her just over a day, and there's Niki waiting at home, I don't even know the real name of this woman and I'm falling. ~ He pushed the dress down off her body. He moved his hands over the newly uncovered flesh.

For this moment, she was his and he was hers.

He again crushed her body to his, her bare skin touching him, soothing him and arousing him all at the same time.

There was a fire to their passion as their lips pressed together, their bodies becoming entwined. Their hands roamed each other’s form. He had never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted her and he wanted her now.

He merged with her. He felt as though they were one, here, in this time and place. They were bathed in a sheen of perspiration and enveloped in a tenderness and craving. Necessity for more of her raged within him. His kisses and thrusts were driven by this urgent need. His mind was filled with all the feelings of forbidden attachment and longing for a level of intimacy she was denying him. He wanted to know the person he was making love with. Wanted it with a desperation that frightened him.

She had lit the match to this fire within him and now it was all consuming and about to explode. It had been so long since he had felt that fire inside and he did not want it to go out. It would not go out, he would not let it. No matter what, it would always be smoldering under the surface waiting for her to re-ignite it again.

He did not let his focus stray from anything but this moment. He wanted his attention to be lost from everything but what was happening now.

"Ah!" she suddenly cried out. "Oh, God! I'm so close, cum with me Sabrin! Cum with me!" He needed no more encouragement.

"AHHH!" they both cried out together a second later. Her vaginal muscles tightened and pumped him as his deep thrusts pushed against all of her erogenous zones and heightened her orgasm.

This was, by far, the most intense orgasm for both of them. He kissed her long and hard before withdrawing from her. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her as close as he could.

They talked about tomorrow, other than Sabrin’s commitment at the convention, which consisted of an hour long Q&A session, they would be free to do whatever they wanted until he had to leave. He did not want to think about that now. He was content. The events of the day began to catch up to them both and soon they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

Sabrin woke up with Sarah tight against his chest, thinking about pictures. He had to buy a camera. He had not brought one with him but he was determined to have some physical evidence of this affair. Suddenly another thought hit him and he felt a surge of panic overtake him.

"What's wrong?" Sarah asked, sleepily lifting up to look at him in the low light. Sabrin took her firmly by the shoulders. "We haven't used a condom this whole weekend. Sarah, are you...did you...are-" He could not bring himself to complete the sentence.

"I'm on birth control, Sabrin. I swear to you, once this is over, you will never hear from me again. No paternity suit, no illicit pictures sent to your house with blackmail demands and no rumors that can get back to Niki. Other than Sonny from last night, no one knows where I am and I will never tell anyone what took place here. The pills are in my purse, do you want me to show you?" She did not even sound offended.

"No, you don't have to do that."

"And don't worry; I even had myself tested before I came. I'm clean."

He pulled her close again and held her. He could not help but laugh at the thought of a paternity test. ~ Well at least I would have found out her real name. ~

"What time do you have to be at the convention?" she asked. She knew his appearance was scheduled for 2:00 but she was not sure what time he had to arrive.

“About 1:30 for a little make up so the lights don't make me look too pale."

“You’re not pale, you’re handsome.” Sarah reached over to caress Sabrin’s lightly stubbled face. “And if that’s a comment about your gray hair, I prefer that to Sirus’ bleached blonde. That made you look pale.” She chuckled too. Sabrin tried for an indignant tone. "What about his mustache? If I grew one, it would be as gray as the hair on my head. Your friend last night had a goatee," he noted.

"Yes, and Sonny looks good in his, but you look better clean shaven. But the mustache suited Sirus’ look." She leaned in to kiss him. "Should we order breakfast?" she asked.

He grinned, pulled her into another kiss and agreed to her suggestion once he had. They were in robes, trying to decide what to do for the day when the food arrived.

"I brought sunglasses and a baseball cap. I don’t get recognized a lot but with the convention- If I wear them we should be able to go out together without anyone putting together who I am." Sabrin took a bite of bacon as she took a sip of her coffee.

"We could go rock climbing," she quipped. He sputtered and coughed on his coffee.

"You think I'll be sexy looking in a full body cast?" he groaned.

She chuckled. "Will your handsome face be showing?" She shot back, tickling him with her toes under the table.

"You're too distracting to go rock climbing with," he stated, flatly.

"Why, Mr. Berry, I do believe that was a compliment."

"You believe correctly,” he laughed.

Sarah began looking through a booklet of attractions she had found on the desk drawer.

"Hey, here's something. How about brewery tours? Free samples," she laughed. "Tour buses come to the hotel and we can ride in air-conditioned comfort."

"How could anyone turn that down?"

"Exactly, free beer. You hit the shower and I'll call to find out the times."

"You won't be joining me?" he asked, almost pouting.

"We'll never get out of this room if I join you, and you know that." She came over to wrap her arms around his neck from behind. He rubbed her arms with affection.

"And that would be bad how exactly?" he teased. She ruffled his already rumpled hair.

"Have you always been a sex fiend?"

"I think it's something I contracted the moment I first laid eyes on you and the duration will most likely be until...you know." He did not want to even think about their separation.

“Go, shower," she ordered.

"Yes ma'am." He rose from the chair saluting.

"Behave," she scolded him.

"But that would be no fun," he laughed as he grabbed her and kissed her again. She pointed towards the bathroom.

"If you change your mind you know where I'll be," he called to her.

Sarah called the front desk to ask about the tours. The buses stopped at the hotel every two hours starting at noon until 8:00 p.m.

She went into the bathroom when she was sure he was in the shower. Sitting on the vanity, she told him they would have to wait until after his 2:00 commitment to go on the beer tours.

"No drunk actor on stage this afternoon, then huh?" he called above the sound of the water.

"Maybe next time," she called back.

The shower door opened and Sabrin poked out his head, grinning. "Are you saying there will be a next time...for us?"

Sarah smiled gently at his hopeful expression. She hopped off the vanity and came over to kiss his wet face.

"No, that's not what I'm saying," she said gently. Sabrin sighed, but reached out and untied her robe. Pulling her body free of the garment, he tossed it away and pulled her into the shower with him.

"Sabrin, no," she protested. He let go of her quickly.

"Sarah I'm sorry. If you don't want to have a shower with me I understand," although he was actually hurt that she did not.

"I'd much rather try that incredible bathtub. Would you like to join me there? It's certainly big enough for two."

He turned off the water to the shower as she made her way to the Jacuzzi tub with the marble surround. She turned the facets on to fill the tub adding a small amount of bubble bath to the running water. When the tub was almost filled she stepped in and motioned him to join her, which he did quickly.

She made him sit behind her, leaning against the back of the tub and she sat between his legs, relaxing into his arms. He sighed happily, holding her.

"So, if I hadn't shown up in your room and monopolized your time, what would you have done this weekend?" Sarah asked, turning to the side slightly, to rub bubbles into his chest hair.

"I would have, without a doubt, been hopelessly bored and lonely. How did you get into my room? Will you at least tell me that?"

"Only if you swear not to take a restraining order out on my accomplice," she said, smirking.

"I swear, I told you I wanted to buy them a car," he reminded her.

"I didn't take you seriously. It was Sonny. He worked for a locksmith to pay for college. He taught me how to pick locks years ago but I’d never thought of actually doing it until now.

"So should I buy Sonny a car?"

"I know something he'd like more but I told him I didn't think he was your type," she laughed.

Sabrin kissed the nape of her neck. "Are you going to tell me anything about you?" he asked. "I would really like to know more about you. I mean I don't even know little things about you like your favorite colour."

"Red."

"You're impossible," he playfully growled into her ear. "Mine is blue. What is your favorite food?"

"I like lots of types of berries but my favorite is Sabrin Berry," she said giggling.

"I like that answer. Sorry, sweet thing, but I'm going to have to go with cheese burgers, but you're a close second." He began to let his hands wander over her body. He was beginning to get very hard.

"Close second, huh? I can deal with that. Okay, my turn, your favorite sexual position?"

"The one we do next," he said as he turned her face around for a deep, passion filled kiss.

"You can ask a few more question."

"What's your favorite holiday?"

"Fourth of July," she responded, "I love fireworks. What's your favorite season?"

"I don't have one. I hate weather - it's either too hot, too cold, too dry, too wet," he laughed. “What's your name?"

She laughed. "Thought you could sneak that one in, did you?" She turned to kiss him. "No more questions."

 They kissed and he felt that need for things for which the tub was no longer conducive. They moved out of the tub, dried each other off and all but ran for the bed.

God, but he loved being with her, kissing her, making love to her. How was he going to give this up?

When they reached the bed Sarah motioned for Sabrin to sit on the edge. She stood in front of him, locked her fingers behind his neck and she leaned in to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer. She climbed up on the bed to straddle him and lowered herself on his erect penis.

"AhhhhhhIIIIIII was hoping you'd do that." Sabrin managed to say, before speech became impossible again. She brought her mouth to his and teased his tongue with hers. He gripped her shoulders as he moaned his approval. Lowering his hands to her waist and then to her bottom, he tried to assist her in establishing a rhythm, but she pushed him backwards and began doing all the work herself.

She leaned down to kiss Sabrin. "Relax and enjoy," she whispered and then kissed him again.

He reached for her shoulders and slowly ran his hands down her arms. He swept his fingertips above her chest and down her cleavage. He reached for her breast with his mouth, playing with her nipple with his tongue.

She took over the lovemaking motions and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying doing so. Sabrin wondered how many men his age died in bed and if they felt lucky to do so. With this gorgeous woman making love to him, he knew he felt damn lucky, but he had no intentions of leaving this life today. She pumped him harder and faster. He lost his oral hold on her breast briefly, but refocused his efforts and claimed it again.

He moved from one breast to the other while she continued her motions. The ecstasy within him was building. He released her breasts and reached for her face, pulling her down to kiss her. Sarah could sense his orgasm coming as they kissed. He called out her name as he came inside her.

~ I wish I could just tell him my real name, ~ she thought as she felt the fire of joy stir in her. She loved watching him as he came. His comment this morning about birth control had also caused her to actually think about the possibility. Making love with him and making life? Would it not be worth it to have his child? But it was too late for that. It took months for the pills to wear off and she took one just this morning.

No, she could never do that to him. She would have to be happy with the joy, tenderness and- just that, joy and tenderness. There was nothing more than that, but it was so good. She put these thoughts aside, threw back her head and cried out his name as she too came loudly.

Her body quivered from the force of the orgasm. She lifted her hips to release Sabrin and then lowered herself gently so she was still straddling him. She rested her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

"We'll need to get ready for the Con soon," she whispered and then sighed. "It's at times like this that I wish time would stand still."

He kissed her forehead. "Me too."

"You sound like you're going to fall asleep. If we are going to do that, I need to set the alarm so you have time to get dressed before the engagement." Sarah looked down at him and he tried to smile innocently, but yawned instead.

"I'm not a young man and you have been pumping me dry of what seems to be vital fluids," he yawned again.

"I can offer you an hour, take it or leave it," she said, shaking her head.

"Sold, now who do I have to make love to in order to get some quiet around here?" He chuckled at his own joke. Sarah moved to reach for the alarm, but Sabrin was making it difficult, as he would not let her out of contact with him. But once the alarm was set, they quickly settled down, but Sarah's mind was still racing.

She was starting to get confused by what was happening between them. Her mind had been so clear and focused on what this weekend would be when she was planning it. There was a start and an end to the plan and it was supposed to end when he went to LA and she went back to Chicago. He kept saying he did not want it to end and she was feeling that too but she knew she had to clear her mind of the emotions and think logically about this.

~ I have to stick to the plan, ~ she thought. She convinced herself that once they left Denver to return to their separate lives reality would sink in. He would have his life and she would have hers. ~ Ah but the memories will be there for a lifetime. ~

He was snoring. She gave a quiet laugh. He had gone to sleep within seconds of the last words leaving his mouth. But he was right, they had been all over each other this weekend and it had been exhausting. Wonderful, but exhausting. She was going to need a vacation to rest up from this weekend.

She ran her fingers through the hair on his chest and delighted in the feel of it. Still asleep, Sabrin took her hand and held it.

"Sarah," he whispered.

"Lyssa," she mouthed back with a mournful sigh.

She was not able to fall asleep herself so she watched him sleep until just before the alarm was to ring. She turned off the alarm deciding a kiss would be a much nicer way to wake him.

"It's time to wake up."

He smiled at her with the same relieved smile he always had when he woke up - relieved she was still there and this was not a dream.

Sarah knew what he was thinking with that expression and had to fight back tears. ~ It’s an affair, just an affair. ~ But no matter how many times she repeated it, it would not make the longing go away. She had been attracted to Sirus, his charm, humor and good looks, but in the last few years, Sabrin, the actor, had been the one in her dreams. But while she knew she was attracted to him, she had never expected Sabrin to be so very attracted to her. The chemistry between them was astonishing, the pull impossible to resist.

"So, are you going to wear those sexy black jeans you've not worn yet?" Sarah asked, pushing aside her inner gloom.

"If you want me too," he said with a yawn.

"And that sexy black shirt I saw?" she asked, eagerly.

"Looks like it's going to be my turn to tease you with my clothes, hmm?" he laughed.

"Is there anything special you would like me to wear?" she asked.

"How about those sexy black jeans of yours?"

"Should I wear a black shirt too so we can be twins,” she laughed.

He grinned at first, but then caressed her cheek, looking sad. "You know I can't be recognized with you,” he said gently.

“I know. I’ll bring your glasses and hat with me and maybe we can get you a Denver tee shirt for when we go on the tour. You still want to go, don’t you?” she questioned.

He sat up. Taking hold of her shoulders, he nodded. “Yes, Sarah. I still want to go with you. I’m looking forward to it, really I am.”

Sarah smiled at the effort he was making. He was such a sweet man. "Let's get dressed," she told him.

Sabrin wore the black jeans and shirt she had requested. It was already a hot day in Denver so Sarah wore a simple pale pink sundress and sandals. It did not take them long to get ready. As Sabrin had to arrive at the Con about a half hour before he was to go on, he left first. He kissed Sarah before he left. Sarah had a large bag that she put Sabrin’s hat and glasses in. She also put her own hat and sunglasses in too. She decided to browse the shops in the lobby of the hotel. She found a nice Colorado Rockies replica jersey with the number 33 on the back in Sabrin’s size and bought it for him. She also made a spur of the moment purchase of a disposable camera for the tour.

~ We wouldn't look much like tourists if we didn't have a camera, ~ she joked. It was now time for her to meet up with Sonny at the Con and enjoy Sabrin’s Q&A.

"You look delicious as usual, Honey,” Sonny told her when they met up. He gave her a warm hug and twirled her around to look at her. She grinned brightly and Sabrin’s comment about her being his second favorite food came to mind. It may have been quite an exaggeration but it made her feel good.

“You look more than good. You are practically glowing. Has someone been dipping their fingers in the Honey pot?” Sonny teased, taking her hand to lead her in to find a seat. “Wouldn’t it have been delightful if those fingers had belonged to the lust of our lives.” Sonny pointed to the picture of Sabrin that was on the stand just inside the door, announcing the event for this stage room.

She laughed. "Don't we both wish,” she teased. "Sonny, you and I know the odds of that happening are so high we'd have a better chance at winning the Power Ball."

They found two seats together that were in the middle of the large room. Sonny told Sarah about what he had been up to since their dinner and how he had called his friends back in Seattle and Chicago to tell them about their meeting Sabrin Berry at the restaurant. His friends, male and female, had been so jealous and he enjoyed that. Soon it was time for the Q&A to start.

Sabrin was uproariously funny as usual and Sarah loved watching him be so animated. He moved across the stage in a way that made her mouth water and caused her to consider canceling the beer tasting tour in favor of a Sabrin tasting tour of his body. But she did want something she could take pictures of. Pictures! Sarah grabbed the little camera out of her bag and waited for the perfect shot of the sexy man on stage.

Sabrin could see Sarah in the audience and when he saw her with the camera he posed for her.

"Take the picture now, Honey," Sonny urged. "It almost seems like he's looking right at you."

Sarah clicked the picture and laughed. "Sonny, you have such an imagination." Of course, she thought if he only knew the truth.

But once Sabrin had located her in the crowd, it seemed as though he had trouble not looking her way. Sarah did her best not to blush.

"He has such a sexy ass, don't you think?" Sonny asked, admiringly.

"God yes, he does. I'm glad he picked those jeans instead of...something else. He looks great in them." Sarah closed her eyes tightly and prayed Sonny had not heard her mistake. After all, he was a sharp cookie. She sighed when Sonny put his arm around her and gave her shoulders a squeeze.

"It’s great fun being with someone who has the same taste in men that I do, Honey."

Sarah laughed and put her arm around the tall man's waist. "You have to come to Chicago soon. I've missed you."

"Think they'll miss him if I sneak Mr. Cutie buns in my suitcase?" Sonny asked mischievously.

"If they don’t, can I borrow him for a week or so?" Sarah grinned back.

"Anything for you, my Honey."

When the Q&A was over Sarah said her good-byes to Sonny. He promised to come to Chicago soon to visit. Sarah made her way back to the hotel to wait for the tour bus and Sabrin to arrive. There were a few people waiting in the lobby already when she arrived but the tour bus was not due for another twenty minutes.

There was a restroom nearby and a few outside tables for a coffee shop, so when she caught sight of Sabrin she discreetly laid the hat, glasses and new shirt on the table and walked away from it.

She stayed in view, though to ensure he saw her when he changed.

Sabrin sighed with relief at Sarah’s maneuvering. He caught her looking towards the bathrooms and was only stopped once on his way there by an adoring fan. The bus was just pulling up when Sabrin made his way to Sarah’s side. He slipped his hand into hers as they boarded the bus.

“You didn’t tell me you had a camera,” Sabrin commented once they had found seats. Before she answered, he pulled her into a quick kiss.

“You don’t object, do you? I wanted to have a keepsake.” She gave him a guilty smile.

"Of course not." He was happy she had bought one. He wanted a keepsake too.

"Do you like the shirt?" she asked. He nodded his approval. "I thought it would make you look like a local. The camera was at the counter and was a spur of the moment purchase for the tour," she explained.

The first brewery they arrived at was the Coors brewery. The tour guide gave some instructions and told them some historical facts about the brewery before the group proceeded off the bus.

Barley, hops, malt, huge vats and lots of workers. Sarah wanted to pay attention to what the tour guide was saying, but Sabrin was with her, holding her hand like they belonged together. Once they were in the building, Sabrin had taken off his sunglasses. Being able to see his handsome face and realizing she was here with him. It was surreal. They went by one of the huge vats and Sabrin went over to the tap and positioned his mouth underneath, pretending to open the valve.

Sarah giggled and started to take out the camera but Sabrin moved before she could capture the moment as the tour guide was starting to turn in his direction. He came back to her side and took her hand again. At each stop in the tour, the guide talked about the brewing process, took some questions and allowed for photo opportunities. Sarah had taken a couple of pictures of Sabrin in front of the huge vats when he came back and took the camera from her.

"You have to be in some of them," he said, motioning her to stand in front of the vats. He took three pictures of Sarah in different poses before she declared that was enough.

There was an older woman in the group who was there with her family. She tapped Sabrin on the shoulder just as he was thinking about kissing Sarah.

"You two make a lovely couple. Would you like for me to take your picture together? These hands don't shake that bad, yet."

Sarah and Sabrin exchanged looks and turned back to thank the woman before turning over the camera to her. They were immortalized, Sabrin standing behind Sarah with his arms around her waist and Sarah’s hands over his, standing in front of one of the huge silver vats.

The woman took the picture. "Stay there," she instructed them, "let me take another picture, just in case these hands shake more than I realize. I can tell from looking at you how much you care about each other so it would be such a shame if the first one didn't turn out."

She took the second picture and handed the camera back to Sabrin. They thanked her again and continued on the tour. The woman's words had an effect on both of them although they were both trying to hide it.

The time finally came for beer tasting. Everyone in the group was given a beer mug filled to the top with the frothy amber liquid. Sabrin toasted Sarah and drank his down with an appreciative belch. Sarah covered her eyes with her hand and pretended not to know him. The old woman and her husband were seated next to Sabrin as well as the rest of their large family. The old man took one sniff of the beer and grunted. “You want mine, son? My ulcer won’t let me drink it.” Sabrin thanked the gentleman and drank that one down too.

"They remind me of us once upon a time, Henry. Don't you think?" the old woman commented loud enough for almost the whole table to hear.

"How long have you been married?" Sarah asked.

"We're celebrating our 50th anniversary this year. This trip to Denver is an early anniversary gift from our son and daughter-in-law." She then proceeded to introduce each member of her family to them.

"I'm Sabrin and this is Sarah. Congratulations. Fifty years, you're very lucky. Although you don't have a beer, sir, I would like to make a toast to your next 50 years together."

The sounds of glasses clinking and laughter came from their table. Soon the tour guide came over to herd the group together, as it was time to get back on the bus to go to the Anheuser-Busch brewery. Before they left, Sarah motioned to the tour guide.

"Can you take a group picture for us please?"

The tour guide took a picture with Sarah's camera and with the camera belonging to Helen and Henry.

On the bus, Sabrin was feeling some of the effects of beer on an empty stomach. Sarah too seemed very relaxed. She rested her head on his shoulder and he gently kissed along her hairline. She turned her head to look into his sexy blue eyes in time to see the feelings she had been trying to hide, reflecting back at her.

"I-"

She covered his mouth with her hand. Her expression was pained as she slowly shook her head.

"We have only hours left. This just isn't the place, I mean, between you and I, for that."

"I don't want to lie, Sarah."

"Then just deny."

Sarah rested her head back against Sabrin’s shoulder. He took her hand, raising it to his face and gently kissed the back of her hand before lowering it back to his thigh. He leaned his head against hers. They sat in silence as the bus drove down the road to their next stop. They were both so deep in thought they did not hear the new tour guide's welcome and, if it were not for Helen's gentle reminder that it was time to get off the bus, they probably would have missed the tour.

A second glass of beer at the end of this tour did nothing to lift Sarah's melancholy mood. Sabrin had his and Henry’s so he was walking funny by the time they were back on the bus, heading back to the hotel. The pair decided that food was desperately needed. The bus stopped at another hotel down the street from theirs and they decided to get off.

"There's a nice steak place," Sabrin said pointing with the hand that did not hold hers.

"And there's a nice burger joint. I know you'd prefer that. Let's go." Sarah gave him a knowing smile but Sabrin looked confused.

"You've been a fan of mine for years, right?" he questioned. She nodded. "You schemed for a way to meet me?” Another nod. “And waited for the opportunity to put your plan to work?”

“Yes,” she agreed.

“So, without trying to sound like I’m being vain here, if being with me is a dream of yours, why are we doing everything I want to do?”

"Since I broke into your room to seduce you for my pleasure, I thought you should have some say in what we do," she laughed.

"Then I say you choose where you would really like to eat and we'll go there. Agreed?"

"Agreed. Let's go to the burger joint over there," she said, pulling him in the direction of the restaurant.

"Sarah, are you sure you want to go there?"

"Yes Sabrin. I really do. I have a craving for a greasy cheeseburger, fries and a cold one, honestly." She pulled him again and he started walking to the restaurant.

He sighed and followed, but he did not believe her for a moment. Still, it was flattering, but then everything about this weekend was flattering, astonishing, arousing, satisfying, confusing, frustrating, and painfully short. They entered the grease filled air of "The Beer Mug", took seats and ordered bacon cheeseburgers, fries, and two more beers. Sabrin had sat across from Sarah so he could see her, but he wanted to be near her, so he moved.

"We need to get that film developed," he commented.

"I can do it when I get home," she told him.

"Home, and that would be where?"

 "Ha, ha," she groaned.

"I want to see them too, Sarah. When we get back to the hotel, let’s see if they can give us a hand with that."

She nodded as she took another bite of her cheeseburger. "These are great burgers and home-made fries - when's the last time you had home-made fries at a place. I have got to remember this place for the next time I'm in Denver," she declared.

"So you really did want to have burgers? You weren't just saying that because you thought I would like it?" He wanted her confirmation.

"Sabrin, I live for a good cheeseburger. I have a mental list of all the best burger places I've been to in every city I've visited," she laughed.

They finished dinner and ordered chocolate cake for dessert. Sabrin took some of the frosting and touched it to her check, just so he could kiss it off of her.

"Let's go back to the hotel,” she whispered. She was going to get no argument from him.

The young woman at the concierge desk was happy to help with getting the film developed. After blushing a few times, she admitted her boyfriend owned a shop just two blocks away. She would send them to their room once they were done.

Once in the room, they collapsed on the couch. They sat silently for a few minutes just staring at each other as if they were both trying to etch each other's image in their minds.

"What are we going to do, Sarah?" Sabrin asked. Sarah knew he was not talking about their next activity but about the future.

"We only have a few hours left. Let's enjoy each other's company while we still have time," she responded.

Time, he thought. He was beginning to hate the concept of time. He wanted to stop time so this would not end. He put his arms around her, pulling her as close as he could. She rested her head on his chest. He saw a tear run down her check. He kissed it away and continued to hold her. They had no idea how much time had passed when there was a knock at their door. It was the concierge with the pictures. Her boyfriend had them ready in thirty minutes.

They moved to the dining table to look over the pictures. "I so wish I had been able to get the picture of you clowning around at the vat." She reached over and messed up his hair. Sabrin caught her hand and pulled her into a kiss. The kiss became longer, deeper and full of tender warmth. Still holding her hand, Sabrin guided her to the bed. He slowly began to remove her dress as she helped him off with his shirt.

Once they had removed each other’s clothing, they moved to the bed, together. They kissed slow and meaningful kisses. They both knew, without saying a word, this would be the last time they made love, here in this time and place. They both wanted it to be special.

He gently swept his hands over her body, memorizing every curve and nuance through his touch. He moved his kisses to the nape of her neck and to her shoulders before returning to the sweetness of her lips. He then ran his hand down the side of her face feeling her softness. Her lips beckoned him again.

He wanted so much to say the words, but he knew it would only upset her. After all, he could not leave Niki. He had a lot vested in his relationship with her, he needed her, but the love had been steadily dying between them over the past few years.

He had forgotten what it was like to feel this way again, to have his pulse quicken at the sight or even the sound of someone. But perhaps this was just lust or infatuation. That was less painful a thing to believe, anyway.

When he came together with her, these thoughts vanished. There was only one man and one woman and tenderness.

This memory of making love for possibly the last time was imprinted in their minds. Each moment, each caress, each gentle moan of delight would always be there waiting to be replayed over and over again. Their kisses were more urgent. Every ounce of emotion was spent in this passionate act of lovemaking.

When the act had been completed, they lay in each other’s arms, just looking at each other and caressing each other. They continued to kiss, but few words were exchanged. They were not needed. Sabrin was still trying to convince himself this was only infatuation and Sarah was wondering how she would keep from crying when they parted and how long she would cry once they had. The light in the room faded and died, but the lovers still clung to each other.

Sarah kissed Sabrin lightly on the cheek. "Thank you for spending this time with me, Sabrin. I will never forget this weekend. It means more to me than you'll ever know,” she whispered.

He smiled at her words. "I'll never forget either. You have re-awakened a part of me that I forgot existed and I’ll always be grateful for that."

They held each other even tighter. The words were coming easier now but they were still bittersweet. A quote from Shakespeare came to Sabrin’s mind "parting is such sweet sorrow". Those words would have a different meaning for him now.

"So, you're going to be working on this new movie in three weeks, right? You didn't really say much about the part." Sarah said, drawing circles with her finger in his chest hair.

"It's a romantic comedy. I’m going to play the part of the best friend to the male lead. Both of our characters are trying to get their lives back together after our wives, who were also best friends, are killed together in a car crash. The subject is serious, but the movie is very light-hearted." Sabrin continued to tell her of the movie and Sarah listened, asking questions periodically, but through most, she simply listened. She just wanted to enjoy the sound of his voice.

"In romantic comedies the leading man always gets the woman in the end. What about the best friend?"

"You'll have to wait until next year to see it in the theatre. If I tell you everything you'll have no reason to see it," he joked.

"You're a tease," she accused him laughingly.

The movie was being shot over the course of three months both at the studio in LA and for a couple of weeks on location in Vermont.

"Do you have anything lined up after you finish the movie? Another movie or back to Broadway," she asked.

"I have some feelers out for two small parts in plays on Broadway and another larger part there. The timing will play a large role in my getting them." He grinned at his puns. She laughed and shook her head at him.

"Silly man."

"Yes, I'm silly. I'm also driven crazy by the thought that I’ll never see you again. Are you sure that's what you want, Sarah?"

Sarah brought her hands to his face, her expression one of pleading. "This has been a wonderful dream. But tomorrow, you and I will wake from that dream and once again live in reality."

"If I do go back to Broadway, I hope you'll at least come to New York to see the play. You're not too far from New York up there in the mid-west."

"I'd love to see you on stage," she answered.

"And maybe you might think about waiting at the stage door to say hello?"

She smiled and shook her head. "You just don't stop do you?” she laughed. He feigned innocence with a "who me" gesture.

"I may try and see a play one day, but it would just be too hard to be that close to you again. We'd better start our packing. We need to get you checked out and to the airport soon." She kissed him and tried to pull away to get out of bed, but Sabrin held her, continuing the kiss. He finally released her, but just watched her move to reclaim her clothes. She shook her head at him and headed to the bathroom.

Once the door was closed, Sabrin got out of bed, went over to the table where the pictures they had taken still lay, and took the two he wanted. One was of Sarah alone and the other was one of the pictures Helen had taken of them together. Sabrin rushed to hide them in his bag before Sarah came out of the bathroom.

Sarah did not take very long to freshen up and get dressed. Sabrin was already dressed and packed when she returned from the bathroom. She walked past the table picking up the pictures without looking at them and she placed them in her bag. She packed her few things and was ready to go. ~ Not ready, ~ she thought, ~ but packed. ~ Sabrin came over to her and wrapped his arms around her. They both needed a hug.

"You know, you told me you had never done this before, but I didn't say that I had never done this before. I haven't, Sarah." He looked into her eyes and caressed a cheek.

"I'm still kind of shocked you didn't toss me out on my ear from the beginning," Sarah admitted with a laugh.

"This may reflect very badly on me, but one look at you in that sexy red blouse and the leather mini skirt and I was too horny to throw anyone anywhere. God, you were hot in that. But, it wasn't just making love to you, Sarah. It was you. All of you. I just wish I had the chance to know more."

"Me too."

He kissed her forehead as they continued embracing. There was a knock at the door. It was the valet coming to take their bags for them. He forced himself to say the words he desperately did not want to say.

"It's time to go."

They rode down the elevator silently with the valet. Sarah rested her head against Sabrin’s shoulder. He kissed the top of her head then reached for her hand. He checked out quickly and joined Sarah by their bags. The doorman hailed them a cab and they were off to the airport.

Sarah was upset to see his flight was going to be on time. ~ Never a delay when you wanted one. ~ But they passed the gate where her flight would be and hers was going to be on time too. Sabrin checked his bags, and together, they waited for the flight to board. The wait was disconcertingly short. The door was opened and the flight was called. The ten other people who were on the flight got up and headed for the door. Sabrin stood with Sarah and kissed her one last time. It just about tore his heart out to let her go, but he had no choice. He released her and headed away. Just before he got to the door, he turned to see her close behind him.

"Sarah, it may have been your intention to just break into my room, but I want you to know, you broke into my heart as well. Goodbye."

And with that, he was gone.

She stood at the window of the terminal watching his plane. She was able to control her tears until she saw the gate being pulled away from his plane and it began to taxi down the runway. She pulled some Kleenex from her bag and wiped her eyes but the tears would not stop. She heard the boarding call for her flight and walked to the gate. Each of the flight attendants she passed stopped to ask if she was okay and she nodded each time. She found her seat, putting her carry-on in the rack above it. She stared out the window of the plane. She cried silently for the duration of the flight.