Adrian didn't trust himself. His hands almost vibrated with the need to touch her. It was much worse than the night she first summoned him. He'd had no outlet for what she was doing to him and he was at the point of combustion. 

"We can't keep meeting like this," she whispered against his lips and he could almost taste her smile.

        "You summoned me," Adrian replied before he leaned forward to capture her lips into another kiss. He was an active party to his own downfall.

        "I'm sorry, I'm treating you like a booty call," she said and took a few steps away from him. 

        She ran her fingers through her hair. That flash of white caught his attention and he frowned.

        "Booty call?" Death asked with a raised eyebrow.

        Cupid erupted with laughter. The indelible sound reverberated through his ribcage and pierced his heart. He would never forget that effervescence. Even though he knew she was laughing at him, he couldn't help but join her. Love was infectious.

        "I'm sorry. The words just seem funnier when you say it," she said as way of explanation. Geneva took his arm and drew him away from the wall. She gestured to the bed and he eased down onto it, remembering the last time he was here. 

        "Well, separately, I understand them. A booty is a treasure. A pirate's booty. And a call is what you do when you have social visits to friends, acquaintances, or lovers. When the words are together, that's where I'm lost," he babbled. Adrian was glad that his voice was strong and steady but he was horrified by the asinine things that were falling from his lips. 

        "I suppose there's some vague connection," she replied, not in the least bit put off by his rambles. "A social visit to your treasure," she added as she picked up clothes from the ground. 

        Adrian stiffened. She'd worn a shapeless short sleeved pink and blue shirt that came down to her very lovely thighs. And though it wasn't as alluring as the satin she'd worn before, it was sexy enough without all the effort. Which might be why he thought it was sexier. He'd been able to contain himself when he saw her. Mostly. But when she bent over in his direct line of view, he realized that she hadn't worn anything underneath. 

        He hardened completely, painfully, in his breeches. 

        "You are a treasure," he murmured huskily and watched as Geneva rose, with an armful of laundry that she dumped into an armchair.

        "What?" She asked him. Surprise freezing her.

        A rush of adrenaline emboldened him and he stood from her bed. He grabbed two fistfuls of the comforter and dragged it off the mattress. He heard her protest to his strange actions but he ignored them, wanting only one thing in that moment. Adrian wrapped the blanket around her body and in almost the same smooth gesture, pulled her into his body and leaned down so that he could kiss her thoroughly. 

        She felt so good in his arms. He could often think of nothing else but the feeling of her in his arms with his mouth moving over hers, with hers. It was maddening to want someone so much. To be with them so little. It wasn't quite the same but the blanket was an extra precaution. He needed her to be safe. Only then could he truly enjoy embracing her against his body.

        When her body sagged against his, Adrian pulled back. His heart crashed wildly into his ribs and he thought that he'd accidentally touched her with his hand.

        "Don't stop," she whispered and pulled him back to her mouth with his cravat. He went willingly and then both, slowly, carefully, sank to the ground. 

This time, he was on top of her and it felt even more dangerous this way. His worry made him slow his kisses and hesitate until she noticed enough to open her sultry eyes and stare at him wonderingly.

        "What's the matter?" Geneva asked.

        "I... Don't want to harm you," he said after a long moment of silence followed by another before she responded.

        "You mean, touching me? Just...Place your palms down. Don't lift them up for any reason," Geneva suggested and Adrian did just that. 

        She kissed him again, urged his hips forward with her demanding hands. She parted her thighs to invite him in and he nestled there. Their bodies moved against one another in a long slow rhythm that Adrian controlled with his hips, angling, sliding, and pulling back. The friction was sensational and elicited quiet breathy moans from Geneva. 

        Adrian struggled to keep his fists flat on the ground around her head. He wanted desperately to touch her cheek, to cherish her with his hands. And to make matters worse, Geneva writhed beneath him, roving her own hands over his body and hers. In the process, she managed to lift her shirt over her hips and torso, and up past her full tempting breasts.

        "God..." Adrian whispered when his eyes caught her breasts tremble with her shaky breath.

        "Kiss them," she said in a tone that electrified him. A voice that seemed as though she didn't expect or condone question or hesitation.

        Adrian dipped his head to her sternum and kissed the valley of inviting brown skin. She was warm all over and especially hot and damp between her thighs. The knowledge only enflamed him as he kissed up the hillock of Geneva's right breast to reach the dark chocolate of its peak. When he closed his hot wet mouth over it, Geneva offered up a low groan of tortured pleasure and used both of her hands to hold him in place. 

        When he finished treating one breast, Adrian moved to the other and repeated himself leisurely until Geneva pushed his head lower. He followed her nonverbal commands, watching her face as he tasted her supple skin. When he dipped his tongue into her navel, she jolted with a half chuckle half gasp. Adrian descended lower, watched her as she watched him. He felt almost empowered by her daring gaze and even more so when she spasmed at the first touch of his tongue along the line of her cleft and slit.

        "Sweet Goddess!" Geneva rasped. 

        Cupid tasted incredible. She was intoxicating. Adrian memorized her taste, her texture, her shape with his tongue and mouth. His hands fisted into the blanket when she tossed her hips and nearly dislodged the suction of his mouth. He wanted to hold her hips still but he couldn't. All he could do was enjoy her eager bucking hips riding his mouth. 

        He brought her to a climax that shook her. Her back bowed on the ground and he wondered suddenly if she'd been at all comfortable on the floor. Maybe they should have moved this little adventure to the bed. Even so, Cupid didn't look like she was complaining. In fact, she was limp and panting, and utterly relaxed. 

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        Geneva stared at her ceiling, waiting for her heart to stop throttling her from within. She hadn't expected his visit to take this particular route. And honestly, she didn't think he'd actually be any good at it. But he was so thorough. No inch of her was left unexplored. And every time she looked down at him, his beautiful eyes were looking at her and reading her. 

        "Are you...okay?" he asked. His hesitancy seemed to lie in his insecurities. He might be superb at oral but he didn't seem to know he was or else he wouldn't be looking at her with those puppy eyes.

        "Oh yes. Oh yes, very," she managed and pushed herself up to sitting. Adrian was up as well, kneeling between her splayed legs and scrutinizing her face. He clearly had a very sharp mind.

        "Then what's the matter?" He asked.

        "You said something really nice to me. I appreciate it more than you will ever know," Cupid said in a quiet voice. 

        He smiled at her and stood, offering his arm to help her up. When they were both standing steadily on their own feet, Geneva noticed that there was something on her bed.

        "That's odd. Is that a plate of pasties?" Adrian asked. "It wasn't there before."

        "It's Baklava... And there are two," Geneva said flatly before taking the plate in hand and offering him one. 

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Author's Note: 

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I really have to stop doing this. It is way way to late at night to be editing. Sorry for all the errorsI missed. If you catch any, let me know!

Also, I was thinking of changing my update from Wednesday to Friday or Saturday. I have family dinners on Wednesdays and editing is fine, but if I'm behind, I can't catch up because I end up staying awake until 3am trying to figure out how words work. And ofter, I am intoxicated.

So, I'm thinking Saturday will be better. In either case, expect another update this Friday or Saturday depending on which one I'm sticking by.