Chapter 6
Ralph’s penthouse was walking distance from Gibsons.
After he left Cookie, he checked his watch.
It was one in the morning—never too late for great sex.
He had been seeing Rebecca O’Brien, the alderman’s wife, for the past six months after she approached him at a big city gala.
He never mixed business with pleasure, but she was so stunning and persistent that he had finally let down his guard.
Once he got up to his place, he turned on the living room fireplace, creating a romantic mood, and took two Waterford crystal brandy snifters out of his glass-enclosed liquor cabinet. The doorman rang his penthouse suite announcing that his date had arrived, and Ralph instructed him to send her up.
He greeted her wearing a black silk robe loosely tied at his waist and kissed her gently on her neck.
She kicked off her four-inch Louboutin heels and followed Ralph over to his plush beige couch.
Ralph handed her a snifter of Remy Martin XO, picked up his snifter, and gently tapped hers and they both took a sip.
“Rebecca, you took my breath away today at Rago Brothers. We need to make this permanent.” They set their glasses on the end table.
He gently kissed her shoulder, unzipped her dress, removed it, and tossed it aside. He unclipped her bra, kissed her passionately, and moved her long brunette hair away from her face, revealing her pear-shaped diamond earrings.
Rebecca slid off the leather couch onto the thick, lambswool rug.
“Why don’t we talk about that later?” She separated his silk robe and began licking his inner thigh on one side then the other, gently touching his firm manhood with the side of her cheek.
Ever so slowly, her tongue made its way deliberately.
“You are the best lover I have ever had,” she whispered as she continued to caress and kiss him. Her perfect manicure displayed red nail polish.
Ralph groaned with desire. “I want you, now.”
“Be patient, my love,” she murmured as she continued to lick and kiss him ever so slowly.
Ralph made his way down onto the plush rug next to Rebecca, cradling her face in the cup of his two hands, and began to kiss her passionately.
He removed her lace thong and then moved his fingers between her legs.
Making his way slowly down, he gently kissed her breasts, her tummy, and below; Rebecca groaned with delight as he took his time leisurely exploring every inch of her.
After making love for over an hour, they embraced, the crackle of the fire soothing them.
“I’ll need to leave in a bit. I’d rather stay, but I just can’t, not yet.” She slowly left Ralph’s embrace and stood up and then put on his satin robe.
“Are we ever going to make this permanent?” Ralph sat up.
“There’s an election coming up; I can’t leave my husband until he’s won—and he will win.” She walked down the hall to the bathroom.
Ralph sighed. This is too much. I can’t keep doing this.
She returned dressed, her handbag around her wrist, and tossed the robe to Ralph. “I just can’t get enough of you. We’ll have our day. I need you to be patient.” Ralph stood up, put on his robe, and walked her to the door in silence.
She slipped on her heels and gave him a long, departing kiss. “That funeral parlor was sure fun. Twice in one day. I wish we could go for more.” She blew him a kiss, stepped out into the hall, and caught the elevator down.