We kissed some more, and Jamilla breathed deeply as I slowly worked my lips over herneck, her breasts, and her stomach. Everywhere I stopped, I wanted to stay, but just asbadly, I couldn't wait to move on. She wrapped her arms around my back and rolled usboth over on the bed.

“How can you be so hard and so soft?” I asked.

“It's a woman thing. Just enjoy it. But I could say the same about you. Hard and soft?”

A moment later, I was inside Jamilla. She sat bolt upright, her head thrown back, herlower lip clenched tightly between her teeth. Sunlight reached through the bedroomwindow and slowly crossed her face. Absolutely gorgeous, all of it.

We climaxed together - one of those ideals that everyone says is just an ideal, but it'snot, not always, anywayShe lay lightly down on top of me, the air slowly escaping from her lungs, our bodiesmelding as they always did.

“You're going to be too tired for the rides tomorrow,” she finally said and smiled.

“Speaking of rides ...,” I said.

She started to laugh. “Promises, promises.”

“But I always keep mine.”

Chapter 9

I DON'T REMEMBER when Jamilla and I eventually drifted off to sleep that afternoon,but I was woken up by my pager. My brand-new pager. The one I got especially for thistrip so only a few people would have the number -John Sampson, Director Burns'sassistant, Tony Woods, that's about it. Two people too many? So what now?

I groaned. “Sorry sorry Jam. I didn't expect this. I don't have to answer it.” The last part Isaid halfheartedly. We both knew better.

Jamilla shook her head. "I'll tell you a little secret: I've got mine here in the nightstand.

Go ahead, Alex, answer the call." Yeah, answer the call.

Sure enough, it was the director's office reaching out from D.C. I picked up the bedsidephone and dialed the number while lying there flat on my back. I finally looked at mywatch - 4:00 P.M. The day had flown, which was a good thing, sort of. Until now,anyway“Ron Burns,” I mouthed to Jamilla while I was on hold. “This can't be good.” This has tobe bad.