Matt had C.J. exactly where he liked her these days, which was flat on her back. One of his favorite positions for her to be in anyway…and he had been giving her a massage but no matter how many times she begged and pleaded with him not to do it, he seemed intent on bringing her more pleasure. She needed some time away from him, some space to figure this all out. Life had thrown them together and her through a loop and she needed to sit down, park her libido and analyze the situation.

But Matt wasn't interested in analyzing anything; he seemed intent on massaging her tight muscles, the ones that had been overworked last night.

Damn him…he had sat next to her in the limo as they left Santa Monica and the restaurant where he had eaten his lunch and so he'd been talking about how she needed a relaxing massage…and then he started talking about something called a G spot…which she'd heard of and didn't know existed until last night in the master suite.

They'd had been talking and listening to jazz in the limo as the city traffic flowed on by when Matt had decided that making the moves on her suited him much better. He had started kissing her…tantalizing her mouth while she kept her movement slow and careful on the leather seat. While he had captured her mouth and kept her mind on his talented tongue which he inserted quickly in between her lips before withdrawing it only to repeat his thrusts…his hands had worked their way to her breasts, her abdomen and then damn it if he didn't slide a hand beneath her dress and right to where she'd betray herself.

He had kept kissing her and darting that wicked tongue of his inside her mouth…while his finger tease and tantalized beneath her dress. He pushed her gently against the seat while he improved his vantage point and then when she had been trying to remember how to breathe…he penetrated her with his mouth lazily with his tongue over and over until she could hardly breathe.

Matt looked down at the woman and became very aroused at the sight in front of him and knowing that she bit her lip to keep from screaming beneath his fingers which were now tempting the nipples of her breasts into hardening like luscious fruit. He had to rein himself in…for greater pleasure later…so he kept his mind on pleasuring her…and the sense of control and power it gave over him because all she could do was react to the sensations the movement of his fingers and tongue elicited in her.

"I've got something for you…"

Her eyes widened as she saw him dangling what she'd known to be pleasure beads…strung together to well, anyone could figure it out and Matt obviously knew what to do with them.

"Houston no…"

His voice sounded like a growl.

"Oh yes…just relax while I…"

He stopped talking but she felt his fingers inside her panties and she felt what he did with the love beads. Any movement, any tension in her body…the effects of what he did to her would make those beads do pleasurable things inside her. He put them to work right away and she couldn't keep up…oh he was all innocent about it pretending they weren't there but he definitely knew what he was doing.

Her face grew tense as she felt the pleasure coil up inside her, and she cried out in frustration…not caring whether or not she could be heard by Hawk who'd probably heard that noise before if not from her.

A couple hours later, she now sighed because this massage that Matt had given her ha had started with her on her stomach and the man could give great back rubs and even appeared to know something about deep tissue massage.

"Don't pass out on me darling…"

She didn't respond, just closed her eyes while he rubbed and kneaded her shoulders, her back, her butt which felt really good and the backs of her legs….but then after that, just when she'd been about to nod off, he ordered her to get on her back. She didn't like his bossiness and wondered where the hell that came from…

But then he rubbed her breasts after dripping some oil on her that smelled deliciously sensual and her breasts tingled. Damn that felt nice…and then she noticed that he had left…where was he off to now and did she even want to know?

She saw him return and she saw that he had taken his clothes off and put on his silken robe. He knelt beside her and he took out a bottle of what looked like…damn champagne…and dribbled it on her belly…where it tingled and wafted up a fruity odor. He then bent his mouth on her breasts and her belly, and lapped it up with his tongue, brushing his mustache against her skin, which had already been sensitized by the massage.

When he moved lower, with the champagne and his tongue, she sighed…he left a trail of burning down her body and now appeared poised to sample champagne ala someplace intensely personal.

"Please stop teasing me…I'll do anything…"

And she meant it because though she had experienced great pleasure she knew she'd lose herself in it…and she couldn't do that for anyone.

Not even him.

So that left her with begging. He stopped feasting on her skin and appeared to think about it. His brow arched, as he remained poised over here.

"Anything…?"

"Oh God yes…Houston…I'm so…so…"

"Stimulated?"

She just rolled her eyes in the back of her head…her body throbbing again.

"Okay…"

"Oh god yes…."

He hesitated.

"But you did say I could anything…"

"What do you want from me," she asked, her thighs quivering.

He crept close to her ear.

"I've got a costume I want you to wear…for a party tonight…"

She just nodded, without thinking. Okay she'd wear a costume to a party, how hard could that be…anything to relieve the sensations threatening to consume her anytime she moved.

"Okay…deal…just do…something."

"Will do…"

And he bent his face in between her legs again.

"Wait…I said take them out…"

"I am…just hold still…."

She felt the gentle tug of the string on the pearly orbs…oh no…rather than just pull them out of her in one stroke, he had grabbed the string with his teeth and was teasing the pearls out of her pussy, bit by bit, one pearl at a time.

And how many were there exactly again…she hadn't counted but now…she threw her head back as they crept, stroking her way too sensitive walls and she gritted her teeth as another orgasm loomed.

"They're out…"

He showed her the glistening pearls and she sighed in relief until she saw the way he looked at her now.

"What now…"

"Now is where I fill you up with something else…"

He slid his body over hers and in one stealth move, he thrust inside of her and pulled her legs around him.

His lips lowered on her mouth and any words he would have said were lost as he rocked against her, going only a little bit faster than he had removed the pearls.

She had locked the bathroom so that Matt wouldn't follow her in here because she had to get away from him for a few minutes…because man…this weekend of his was wearing her out…how much sex could a woman take anyway…? She closed her eyes as the spray from the three jets in the shower splashed the lathered gel off of her body. The weekend so far exhilarated but it unnerved her too…no she had to admit it scared her. She didn't recognize the man who brought her to this hotel for the weekend…where was her best friend and business partner…what had happened to him?

Yet she knew it was the same man, just a whole another dimension to the guy she'd never known before…though she'd heard about it in the rumor mill. She just never believed the talk…oh she figured he'd be good but she didn't know about his considerable…endurance. She didn't know how she'd keep up with what he clearly had planned for the two of them…but she remembered that if she made it to Monday then life would go back to normal again. The lines of their relationship would clearly be drawn and they'd be what they'd been before…only she'd have memories that she'd never forget. She wondered if that'd be enough for her but then the way that Matt moved through women, it'd have to be. Whatever…she'd do the analysis over coffee in the morning with her friends…no wait maybe it'd be wine later at night at the Italian Bistro.

Right now all she wanted to do was sleep and no, he wanted to take her to some party with her wearing some costume.

He didn't say where or who was hosting it or whether there would be mostly about eating and socializing or what would be going on…she shut the heavenly sprays off and reached for a fluffy towel from the warmer.

She wrapped it around and she went to the dressing room adjacent to seek out her costume and it hung there off of a chair and her eyes widened and her mouth fell open.

Oh my god.

It looked like that sexy saloon girl costume that she had intercepted the phone call about…and judging by the getup with the dress, the fingerless gloves, the thigh highs and the garter…she walked over and touched the lace and silky fabric…

What kind of party was he talking about here anyway?

She held onto her towel and started to go out there and give him a piece of her mind about his taste in wardrobe. But then she thought about it…what would be better than giving him what he expected.

So she just got dressed and she had to admit as she slipped the garter past the thigh highs, she looked damn fine in this outfit. And it felt nice against her skin…but she wondered what would Matt be wearing?

She walked outside in the living area of the suite and he looked up from where he sat…dressed like a cowboy…down to the chaps…which was interesting because he had grown up doing some ranching before eschewing it for the corporate world he felt suited him better. His eyes nearly popped out when he took in the view of her dressed up as a saloon girl.

He went up to embrace her but she put her hand up.

"No touching the server…," she said, "Can I get you a drink?"

"Maybe some scotch before we leave…Hawk's waiting to take us to the party…but you'd better slip on a coat over that so you don't give him a coronary."

She shrugged and went to the wet bar to pour him a glass. She felt his eyes on her, and her skin tingled beneath his gaze…he was hot to trot...but he put her in this position and she wasn't about to make it easy for him to keep her there…whether he knew it or not…he was in for a surprise tonight.

"It's at the lodge…"

She nearly spilled her scotch.

"Isn't that a men's club…and since when did you join?"

She had her hands on her hips and in the get up, she looked damn sexy, Matt thought, thinking about what would happen when they returned here after the party…

"I don't…it's the CEO of a major firm in San Francisco…hosting the party…but it's a nice club…and ladies are definitely invited."

She arched a brow as she handed him his drink.

"As long as we dress up like harlots…?"

He sipped his drink.

"Ouch…come on, it's going to be fun…great food…music and some…interesting activities."

"I'll bet…well I'm ready so maybe it's time to get this show on the road."

He went to get her that coat and helped her slide it over her shoulders trailing his fingers on some bare skin as he did…which naturally made her shiver. And then they left the suite and went down to the elevator to meet up with their limo.