"I'm great. How are you?" He walked over to the couch, taking her with him.
"I'm good." She sat down beside him. "How's your mom?"
"Great. She wants you to come up to New York sometime soon. She misses you."
"That might be a little hard to do until November, but I'll call her."
"She'd like that just as much. How's the book doing?"
"Great. I finally finished the tour, just in time, and my editor says it's still flying off the shelves."
"Wonderful, I'm really happy for you." He pulled out a copy from behind his back. "I wondered if I could have it signed by the author."
She smiled, shaking her head, but signing it for him. "When are you going to tell me what the surprise is?"
"I like to make you sweat. You know that." He joked.
She laughed. "Yeah, I've kinda figured that out."
"I went for an interview with the Santos Campaign today. You wouldn't have had anything to do with that?"
"Hey, if there's a chance to get you in Washington..." She teased. "Besides, you'll be great at it and I'd love working with you again."
"You said yes?"
"Yeah. What'd you say?"
"Yes." She grinned. "Well, I guess we're set then."
"So where are you staying tonight? You're not flying back, are you?"
"No, I thought I'd stay the week. And I don't know where I'm staying. I hadn't gotten the chance to check into a hotel."
"You could stay here. We could order pizza and beer...be just like in college."
"I'd like that."
She smiled. "The beer's in the fridge. I'll order pizza. Same as always."
"Yeah."
She kissed him, moving close to him. He put his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her closer. She moved until she was on his lap, increasing the kiss more and more with each movement. He started lifting her shirt over her head and removing her bra, his hand going to cup and squeeze her left breast. She moved her hands to unbutton his shirt, kissing his neck as her hand ran inside. His head fell to the back of the couch and she removed his shirt, kissing down his skin.
"Ryan."
She backed up, looking at him, her legs still around his waist. He got up and carried her to the bedroom, laid her down on the bed, and rid her of the rest of her clothing. He began to ravage her body like he'd done so many times before, carefully, methodically, planning what he would do next that would send her into orgasmic bliss. Her head went back to her pillow, her body arching up to him, moaning. She removed his belt, slipping her hand inside his jeans. He groaned loudly, bucking into her hand. She smiled, proud of the reaction she could create, removing the rest of his clothing, putting her hand back on his erection, kissing his other pulse points. He buried his head in her neck, groaning as she made him melt in her hand. She moved against him, kissing his skin, watching and feeling him grow harder. She let him come in her hand and then moved down, starting all over again until he came in her mouth as well, kissing back up his body.