Hours later, their hunger for each other was momentarily satisfied. Now, C.J. and Danny went after their physical hunger. They pulled the wheeled trolley to the side of the bed to feast.

Danny broke off a hunk of crusty bread and fed C.J. first. Then he took a bite and said, "I really didn't plan this."

"I didn't either but it was worth it. This is the best room service, I've ever had." She giggled and fed him a grape. While he chewed that, she contemplated whether to nibble on a chocolate truffle next or Danny's mouth. Whenever she saw a truffle she thought of how delicious he tasted.

He brought her back to the moment by taking his own nibble on her now empty fingers that hovered near his mouth. "Isn't this how Adam got in trouble in that other Garden of Eden?"

"So, skip the apples, Fish Boy." C.J. looked at him. "Does this really feel perfect to you?"

"You bet. It's not often a woman orders me to her bedroom and has her way with me."

"I didn't do that. If anything, you were the one who showed up here."

"Yep and I was the one who was at the door ready to leave after having delivered a chaste, proper kiss on the cheek. You came after me C.J., with lust in your eyes. I never had a chance to protect my honor or virtue." Danny tried to put an outraged note in his voice but it couldn't disguise the grin hidden in his tone.

C.J. wasn't buying it, "Danny, you're exaggerating."

"It was just like after the first time I grabbed you and kissed you. I unleashed a monster, after that I was never safe again when I was within grabbing distance. Now, I find out you're a nymphomaniac."

"You're dreaming, hallucinating, fantasizing."

"Stating the truth as I do in my chosen profession. I am nothing but your boy toy."

"Any objections?"

"Not a one." Danny was thrilled that C.J. had taken the lead this time. It meant she was comfortable with their relationship, it was more intimate now. He had to admit that as in all areas of her life, she was very good at what she did.

As he thought back to the passion they'd shared, desire began to stir again. He ran his hands down her bare back and watched her reaction. Danny bent to kiss her ear, the nape of her neck and then started down her back with his lips.

"Stop. No really, stop. DANNY!" She moved away until he looked up. C.J. was about to put an end to this but found herself lost in his eyes and said, "Oh, what the Hell." She grabbed him and pulled him back on to her with a kiss designed to lead to more pleasure for both of them.

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Later, they were wrapped in each other's arms enjoying the afterglow of tumultuous passion and love. Danny knew the time for this interlude was nearly running out. "Still feel like you missed the fireworks?"

"No, I think we made enough of our own to cover Fourth of July, Bastille Day and every other national holiday for G-8 countries." She snuggled close hating what she was about to say. "You have to go and I have to go to sleep."

"I know. I still have a story to write and I have to hook up with our London Bureau Chief. Now, what about that date?"

Her resolve had weakened after their lovemaking. "Can we go to the fountain?"

"We'll make that part of the evening along with some dancing and quiet conversation."

"What if we're seen?"

"I don't think we will be."

"But the other reporters and staffers will be out celebrating."

"C.J., they won't be at this place."

"How can you be sure?"

"They don't serve alcohol."

She laughed and kissed him. "You're brilliant. Now, go." It was one of the hardest orders she'd ever issued.

He dressed and said in a resigned tone, "You just wanted to have your way with me, use me for your pleasure and then toss me aside."

"What's your point?", she loved knowing she'd been in charge and that despite his protests he'd loved it too.

"No problem." Danny stuffed his tie into his pocket, finished buttoning his shirt and slipped on his shoes. "God, you look even more incredible after we've made love. This is not easy to do. But I will be strong and even go down the service stairs to preserve this facade. I already staked it out."

He left and C.J. imagined him sneaking down the hallway. It felt wicked and forbidden and C.J. loved the feeling.

(TO BE CONTINUED)