Author's Notes:

A little palate cleanser that came to me quickly and begged for attention.

All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older.

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Fly With Me

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Roy sat at a bar in Singapore, watching the lights reflect off the amber liquid in his tumbler, but his mind was thousands of miles away and years in the past.

How had he gotten here from then?

When he was eighteen and graduating high school with his girl at his side, he'd worked out a life plan and knew where it would take him. To get his Electronics Technician certification, he joined the army, and quickly found he had an aptitude for the work and excelled as he learned how to be a soldier. That wasn't too difficult for him as his high school football career had helped him with thinking as a component of a team and he was in the best physical shape of his life.

The war was winding down in Afghanistan when his squad was deployed there. Their region was still one of the more active ones, but an unofficial cease-fire was underway.

Then, the personnel carrier he and his squad were in drove into an ambush. Under heavy fire, he managed to call for support, but in the chaos, their vehicle was hit by a rocket fired from the helicopter.

He woke up in a hospital in Los Angeles where doctors were struggling to put him back together.

Roy was relieved to discover he still had all his limbs and digits but soon discovered he couldn't walk because of his injuries. He was assured it would return after some operations, and once he healed... and learned how to walk again. That went for his ability to speak as well.

His body was riddled with bullets and shrapnel from the missile, the armored carrier, and, to his horror, bits of his squad mates. He went under the knife so many times until, finally, they said no more.

It took three years of operations, recuperation, and grueling physio to return him to a state of functioning. Impatient to get his life back, he left the hospital a week before his scheduled release date and flew home to Portland.

Walking in his front door, he heard noises from the master bedroom and investigated.

Watching Amber riding Rick's cock, bouncing up and down on the man as she moaned and cooed, sent a shock through Roy's body, much like the bullets from the AK-47s. He found himself reaching for the sidearm he fortunately no longer wore.

Instead, he pulled out his cell phone and took picture after picture of them enjoying each other until the clicking sound made them look to the doorway. He kept taking pictures as his wife froze in shock, and Rick began to shout.

Roy knew he was much stronger than Rick, but he also knew if he started beating on him the man would die. Amber would have stolen his freedom, too.

Instead, he turned and returned to the front door where he'd left his duffle. He picked it up and left without looking back. He walked to a park, where he made some calls and hired a lawyer to create the paperwork for a quick divorce. The photos he sent the lawyer of his wife caught In flagrante delicto were enough to ensure she had no legal grounds to contest.

If he'd returned home when he was scheduled to, he would have remained in the dark about his wife's unfaithfulness. Who knows how long he would have been married to a cheater. As painful as the discovery was, he had to see this event as serendipity as he now had a chance to be free of her.

Having nowhere else to go, he crossed town to his in-laws' home.

Roy knew they were good people, and seeing the proof that Amber had cheated on him while he'd been hospitalized enraged them as well. Her parents, sister, and brother insisted they were shocked by her cheating and mortified with her behavior.

The divorce settlement was as simple as Roy could make it.

The home was in her name as her dad gave her his mother's house as a wedding present. Roy waived any claim of ownership on it as long as she agreed to waive any financial expectations from him. Their bank accounts were separate, and he owed her nothing.

Amber would have to deal with being divorced and hated by the neighbors for destroying two marriages. She'd have to make ends meet with her hairdresser's salary and struggle to earn back the trust and respect of her family.

Their neighbor, Jillian, was filing for divorce from her husband Rick, who'd been having an affair with Amber after flirting with her over the back fence for years.

Amber was devastated to learn that Rick was just looking for a side piece and had no feelings for her.

Needing to get away, Roy earned the required certifications and travel permits to work on a cargo ship. He used his US Army certifications as an Electronics Technician to work as an Electro Technical Officer.

He signed on with a ship and sailed out of Long Beach port in Los Angeles a month after all the divorce paperwork was finalized.

The trip from LA to Singapore had taken a little over a month and a half and the crew kept him busy diagnosing and repairing a constant stream of faulty and flakey equipment. He'd been so busy he hadn't had any time to think about the abrupt pivot his life had taken.

So here he was, contemplating that new direction. He sipped the whiskey and set it back on the bar to watch the lights play on the surface again.

There had to be something next, but all he saw was an empty void stretching out before him.

-=-

Veda stepped into her hotel room and locked the door. She had a creepy sensation crawling over her skin and wouldn't feel like herself until she'd taken a long, hot shower with a loofa to scrub the feeling away.

Her business in Singapore was complete, and she was leaving with a signed contract from the supplier of the electronic components her company needed to expand into the telecommunications business in India. She'd fly home on her jet tomorrow, but she still had tonight.

First things first, she undressed, wrapped her hair in a towel, and stepped into the shower to get clean.

The disgusting CEO she'd met with today hadn't done more than hold her hand, but his eyes had explored every inch of her visible skin. He made no effort to disguise his lust and suggested they dine together so they could get to know each other much better as they would be working so closely together.

She did the delicate dance with his fragile ego as she wanted the contract signed before she left. Extracting herself from his presence with what she'd come to Singapore to obtain, she called it yet another victory.

Once she felt clean, she dried herself with a soft towel and rubbed moisturizing cream over her light brown, blemish-free skin. She was pleased to feel its softness over her firm muscles. She knew her fitness routine in the morning would maintain this but make her ache like a woman twice her age.

She removed the towel from her hair and let it flow down her back in luxurious waves. She examined herself critically in the mirror and smiled as the woman looking back still had the beauty she'd paid the doctors and trainers for years ago.

She knew she had her vanity, but she'd grown up in the shadow of her beautiful family members, being an ugly duckling in comparison. The adjustments she'd paid for weren't very significant, but they made all the difference to her, and her confidence rose.

Her large, dark, dramatic eyes and lush, plump lips were gifts from her genes, but her new nose was now slimmer with a reshaped chin.

The physical trainers worked her mercilessly until she lost all her excess weight. Her skin was tightened, and the best plastic surgeons smoothed away the scars. She'd also been genetically blessed with a full bosom, so she hadn't needed to replace them with implants like some of her sisters had.

Her outer self matched her inner self, which gave her great confidence!

This helped in her business dealings, and combined with her keen intellect, she quickly rose in the ranks of the family business until she became their CEO at the tender age of twenty-eight just two years ago.

Walking back into the bedroom, she looked at the bed, but she wasn't tired. She still had too much adrenaline from her battle of wills with the repugnant CEO.

She decided to get a drink at the bar.

Veda selected a flowy top that accentuated her cleavage to present her full breasts enticingly without being too blatant. Tights to show off her sleek legs and low heels to give her just a little more height. She was already tall, so there was no need to emphasize this.

Smiling at her reflection in the mirror, she tucked her room key into the hidden pocket of her tights.

Stepping into the hallway, the door across from hers opened, and a dark-skinned, fierce-looking man watched her curiously.

She frowned. "I am going to the bar upstairs for a drink. I don't need an escort tonight!"

He paused with a frown, then closed the door reluctantly.

She tried to put that out of her mind as she walked to the elevator and took it up one level.

The bar entrance was just ahead, so she took a deep breath and put a mildly disinterested expression on her face as she stepped inside.

The bar and seating area were attractively arranged and lit. It looked very welcoming.

As her eyes swept across the tables, she saw several men seated alone. Their eyes attempted to catch hers, but she allowed hers to pass by as if she were looking for someone in particular.

When she'd scanned the room, she felt a little disappointed. The offerings tonight were slim. The men displayed evident signs of wealth and style, but she felt no tug of interest for any of them. They were just more of the same.

She decided to head to the bar as she could always strike up a conversation with Philip, the bartender. She'd been a guest in this hotel enough times to call the man by his first name.

As she walked toward the bar stools, she realized she'd missed seeing one of the customers.

His attire was out of place as it didn't speak of wealth. He wore a simple white cotton shirt with rolled-up sleeves, tan cotton slacks, and comfortable walking shoes. The shirt was stretched across his broad back, and his biceps and forearms strained the sleeves. His powerful legs challenged the material of his pants as well.

With his wrists and hands resting on the bar, her eyes were trapped by the sight. Laced with fine white scars across his tanned skin, his hands seemed oversized.

She'd intended to sit on the last stool nearest the windows, but she found herself moving to the seat just two away from his. As she sat, she saw him take notice of her. She saw his lovely green eyes flare just a little as he admired her beauty. Just as quickly, he gave her a polite smile and returned to contemplating his drink, which he noted was empty.

She watched him lift one of his big hands to call the bartender over.

Veda saw he was drinking scotch and tried to gauge his age. He looked young with his tousled light brown hair, which seemed to need a trim, and darker stubble on his face, but his bearing seemed more mature.

"Good evening, Philip! Just a rum and coke, on my room, six-nine-oh-two," Veda said when the bartender stopped before her. She wasn't a big drinker and limited her intake of sweets.

She couldn't help herself as her curiosity was engaged. She turned on her stool to face the man. He noticed the motion and glanced over in question.

"Are you a visitor to Singapore? A tourist?" she asked.

He paused and tilted his head slightly as if pondering the question. "I guess it's just a port of call."

She raised a delicate eyebrow. "Are you a sailor?"

He laughed, his voice deep and briefly happy, then shook his head. He glanced at her again to see her curiosity. "I was in the army and would never claim to be in the navy. Though, I did recently work on a ship."

While his face hinted at youth, she still couldn't guess his age because of something in his eyes.

"I'm Veda Mehta," she said, extending her perfectly manicured hand.

"Roy Hammer," he replied as he finally turned on his stool to face her and took her hand, making it disappear in his. A quick thrill rushed down her spine feeling the power in his grip though he held her hand gently. Unlike the disgusting CEO's sweaty grip, Roy's hand was warm, dry, and slightly rough. He had hands that had seen real work.

"You have quite a grip!" she said with a smile.

"Did I squeeze too tight?" he asked in concern.

"No, you just have impressively large hands," she clarified.

He smiled, but there was a hint of sadness in it. "GI Joe and his Kung Fu grip," he said softly. Then he glanced at her in embarrassment. "Sorry, my squad mates used to tease him about my hands." Another flash of sadness flitted by.

Veda gave him a sympathetic smile. "You were in a war?"

He glanced at her again and nodded. "Afghanistan," he said quietly. "Until we were hit by a rocket. I lucked out to be the only survivor."

Roy frowned as he looked away, tossing back the rest of his drink. He scowled at himself for losing control, then flagged the bartender. "Could I get some water?" he asked as he slid some bills on the bar for the whiskey.

He gave his head a little shake, then turned back to the beauty next to him. "Are you a visitor to Singapore?"

Veda smiled. "It's a business trip for me. I was completing a deal with a supplier today."

Roy nodded with an impressed look. "Big business?"

She nodded with a smile. "The biggest!" she said proudly.

Roy's smile widened and she saw how it relaxed his features. She finally caught a hint that he might not be as old as he acted.

Veda noted he was subconsciously rubbing his left ring finger like an old habit. Wanting to avoid a potential situation, she gestured to his hand. "Is a Mrs. Hammer at one of your ports of call?"

Roy pulled his hands apart as he shook his head. "There was, but the divorce was finalized just before I hopped on that boat. I needed a change of scenery."

She saw pain in his eyes but pretended not to see it and nodded to him with a smile.

Intensely green eyes caught hers again as he sipped his water. "Is there a Mr. Mehta?"

Veda shook her head. "No. Many have asked, but they only wanted to capture me and put me in a pretty cage. None wanted to fly with me."

Roy looked impressed with her poetic response, and she felt a flare of pleasure.

"What do you do for this company you work for that sends you to Singapore to close contracts with suppliers?" he asked.

"Many things." She changed the topic. "Is your planned route going east or west."

"The ship is returning east but without me. I think I fixed every electronic device on our way here! They hired a new Electro Technical Officer for the return trip, but there's nothing left for him to do. Now, I'm a free agent." He frowned in embarrassment at his choice of words. "I mean, I'm going to head west and see if I can find a new purpose for my life."

"Is that what you do for a living, Electro Technical Officer?" she asked.

He shook his head with a smile. "That's just the name of the position on the ship. I'm a certified Electronic Technician, meaning I can work on just about any piece of electronics."

"Do you enjoy it?" she asked.

He smiled gently and nodded. "I'm good at it. It calms me. I like to work with my hands, even though they appear too big and clumsy."

"I like your hands," Veda said.

Roy looked at her in surprise as his cheeks warmed up.

She was delighted with this reaction. "I take it you don't hear compliments very often."

He chuckled softly. "I've been in a hospital for the past three years, being put back together and learning how to talk and walk again. The compliments I got were mostly for reading a new word or taking one more step."

Veda gave him a shocked expression. "How badly hurt were you?"

Roy shrugged. "From a patient's viewpoint, it was impossible to say. I know I've had forty-seven operations. My skin is a roadmap showing that journey. It was a long, hard, painful effort to return to a state of normalcy, but I made it." That made him smile. "I no longer have a limp. I no longer slur when I talk. I jog and lift weights. All the usual normal person activities."

Veda heard a song she liked starting in the background. "Do you dance?"

Roy's eyebrows rose in surprise, then he saw her hopeful expression and nodded.

Slipping from their stools, they moved to the small dance floor. He took her in his arms, and they swayed to the music. Roy couldn't keep the smile from his face as she fit against him so naturally.

Veda was pleased to see they were almost at eye level with each other. Their shoe's heels were nearly the same, so he had to be one point eight meters tall. She was only slightly less, making dancing with him so comfortable. She didn't have to tilt her head back to look into his eyes.

Roy noticed he was being given the evil eye by several of the very well-dressed men.

"I must be the luckiest man in the bar, as everyone seems to want to dance with you," he said quietly to her.

Her smile became a little wicked. "Do you feel like the luckiest man?"

His smile grew. "Yes, but not just in the bar." She saw he seemed to be searching for his words, then found them. "I've picked up that you're intelligent. You're clearly beautiful, and your clothes are far finer than mine. You could easily have any man in the city if you desired."

She raised a delicate brow. "Why did I choose you?"

He smiled and nodded.

Veda thought about that for a moment as they moved across the floor.

"I've danced and conversed with men who look and dress similarly to the men in this bar and they all lacked something. They're just pretty, shallow things." She gave him an evaluating look and then said something she'd never told anyone. "Would it surprise you that I've also gone through many operations? Mine aimed to achieve a state of physical symmetry one might claim is beauty. Many of these men have also had these same procedures to emphasize their masculinity."

Roy was surprised but shrugged. "Such things are useful tools in business to increase the chance of building relationships."

Veda tipped her head in acceptance as she was pleased by his response. "It's very useful in that way, especially for women in the business world."

Roy shook his head lightly. "It might open the door, but intelligence is what seals the deal."

She grinned at him as she pressed herself tighter against his hard body. "Do you believe intelligence is a desirable quality in a woman?"

Roy couldn't avoid comparing Veda's keen mind to his ex's simpler one. "I do now, but I wish I'd realized how important it was much earlier."

Beaming happily, Veda had another question. "What do you believe is the most attractive quality in a woman?"

He looked into her dark eyes and glanced away as she seemed to be looking into his soul.

"Fidelity," he said softly. "But I acknowledge my recent divorce makes it seem more important than other qualities."

"She cheated?" she asked, and he nodded stiffly.

Veda moved on. "What is the second most important?"

He laughed softly, releasing his tension, and momentarily considered that. "I've had a lot of time to think about that in the hospital as my movements were restricted while I healed. I had some wonderful conversations with a fellow soldier. She'd lost the lower half of her left leg to an IED, a disguised bomb, and we were in the ward together. It was her quick mind that kept me from dwelling on my situation. Her intelligence pushed me to keep up. It didn't matter the topic we discussed, her opinions were always based on an intelligent evaluation of the evidence and challenged my perceptions of the world.

My wife's infrequent visits and attitude were beginning to drain my spirit. It was serendipity that this other soldier came into my life then."

"What happened to her?" Veda asked.

"She was released from the hospital six months before me. Went home to her husband and kids. Nice people," he smiled.

She nodded with a knowing smile. "So, intelligence?"

He grinned and nodded. "Yes, and I'll admit I had an innocent crush on her."

"So physical attributes aren't the most important quality?" Veda suggested.

Roy tilted his head as he looked at her. "Of course, there must be a physical attraction to entice a desire to connect. Your beauty is both alluring and daunting."

"Daunting?" she said with a surprised laugh.

He nodded with a gentle smile. "Some men believe they are kings of the world who deserve only the best. Some of them are in this room."

That earned him a small chuckle, so he continued.

"That confidence may or may not be justified, but just having it lets them approach any woman they desire. Men who don't have this define their value by other attributes and make a judgment call to see if they believe they're worthy of approaching a woman they're attracted to. But it always begins with physical attraction." He paused. "Your beauty is captivating. Having spoken with you and experienced your perceptive mind, I'm intrigued and would like to get to know you better."

She smiled. "I would like that. Perhaps you'd like to join me for a nightcap in my room?"

"I would," he said.

He still seemed a little dazed at his fortune. This made Veda feel very good!

They left the bar together, and he moved closer as they reached the door to whisper to her. "It feels like my back is filled with eye daggers."

He surprised laughter from her, and she beamed a smile at him.

They took the elevator down one floor, and he followed her to her door.

Suddenly, the door across the hall opened. Roy saw a fierce man standing in the doorway, staring at him. He eased between Veda and the stranger as the man's gaze hardened.

She turned and snapped something sharp at the man. He dipped his face, stepped back into his room, and shut the door.

Roy looked at Veda in surprise.

She sighed. "That was my bodyguard." She opened her door, and they entered.

After they removed their shoes, she saw a conflicted look on Roy's face. "What's wrong?"

"I would find it most difficult to not protect someone of your beauty and wit."

She pouted and leaned up against him. "Has this given you second thoughts about getting to know me?"

"No! I'm even more intrigued now that I know you have a bodyguard. What circumstance created that need?"

Veda relaxed and took his hand to draw him to the couch. They sat and faced each other.

"I'm the CEO of Mehta Industries, a company headquartered in New Delhi, India. I'm one of the richest citizens in the country, and my offices and factories employ a great number of people. This makes me a target and so I must have personal security. At home, I have a team."

"So, your man was just doing his job?" Roy asked and held her eyes with his.

She sighed. "I won't fire him."

Roy smiled. "Your life feels complex!"

That brought a smile back to her face. "Wealth does not add simplicity, just conveniences."

He chuckled. "I don't have much money, but when I work, I can ask for a decent salary due to my training and expertise. With fewer options, I have more simplicity but less conveniences."

"Would you like a drink?" she asked.

"No. I'd prefer a kiss," Roy replied.

Veda smiled in delight at his boldness and moved closer.

They met in the middle and pressed their lips together softly. Roy was in Heaven from the feel of her soft lips, and she trembled slightly.

"That was good!" he sighed.

"More!" she said, climbing onto his lap. He leaned back against the sofa's armrest.

She took a deeper kiss, and Roy put his hands on her lower back. She sucked in a quick breath as she loved the feeling of his hands on her.

Roy was becoming addicted to the feel of her soft, plump lips caressing his and her tongue slipping into his mouth to wrestle with his.

When his hands slid down to squeeze her ass cheeks, Veda pulled back from their kiss with a loud moan. Her blood was racing as he was so fucking strong!

Her hands squeezed the slabs of muscle on his chest, and there was almost no give as they were so hard. Her head was spinning with lust.

Roy turned on the couch to drop his feet to the floor. He stood with Veda clinging to him as he held her against his body with his hands still cupping her ass. His erection was straining against his pants, and he realized he was pressing against her pussy through their clothes. He dragged her up and down against his cock, and she began to shake and gasp loudly. He was so grateful this part of his anatomy hadn't been damaged.

"Bedroom!" she managed and pointed behind him.

Roy spun and walked them over to the bedroom and set her on her feet before him. She shimmied her slacks down her hips, let them fall to her feet, and stepped free. She quickly tugged her blouse up and over her head. Next went her bra and panties.

He was frozen by how incredible her body looked. "You're perfect!" he sighed, and her smile bloomed.

Her skin was so smooth and soft that Roy suddenly became self-conscious about his scarring. He hadn't been with a woman since his ex-wife, well before he left for Afghanistan.

"What's wrong?" she said as she saw the concern in his eyes.

"You look incredibly beautiful, and I look like the Frankenstein monster!"

She placed her hands on his chest. "I'm not going to scream and run away. Let me see," she said gently.

He looked into her eyes, undid his shirt's buttons, and pulled it off.

The sheer number and variety of healed wounds made Veda's eyes widen. There was no pattern to the lines and pockmarks. Some were thin and white, and others were thick and purple.

It was pure chaos.

"How did you survive all these injuries?" she breathed as she ran her fingers over them. She realized the strength in the muscles beneath the violent display on his skin denied these injuries had any power over him.

He looked into her eyes, and he saw desire, not revulsion. He pulled her against him and kissed her until she was swooning. The feel of his skin against hers felt blissful for them both.

He pulled back, and she braced herself against the bed as he dropped his pants and underwear in one move.

She smiled as she saw his cock rising to say hello. She took it in her hands and found no scarring there. It was hot and hard and happy to be there!

She surprised him as she sat on the edge of the bed, then leaned forward to kiss the tip with her amazingly soft lips. He moaned aloud, and she smiled.

Then she was taking his cock into her mouth, deeper and deeper.

Roy was experiencing something he'd never experienced before. A good blowjob.

By comparison, his ex-wife's efforts were inferior and showed no enthusiasm.

"Oh my god, Veda! It's too good!" he sighed.

When she paused and then pushed forward to take him into her throat, he gasped as she pressed her nose to his body. She made some swallowing motions, and Roy threw his head back in bliss.

She eased him back out and smiled at his cock when she held it before her face.

"You have a wonderful cock, Roy," she purred. "Not too big or small, and just thick enough to feel its girth."

He blinked down at her in wonder. Then he took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. It was her turn to moan with desire.

When he pulled back, he knelt before her and lifted her legs, making her lie back on the mattress. He kissed his way from her ankles to her knees, then across both thighs until she was squirming with need.

His lips and tongue reached the wetness of her pussy. He didn't make her wait any longer and began to stroke, suck, and caress until she cried out in bliss.

He ran a thick finger over the soft folds until it was slick with her juices. Then he slid the digit into her pussy to stroke the roof as his lips and tongue sucked and licked her clit.

"FFFFFFFFuuuuccckkkk!!!" she cried out as her body crested through an intense release. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling his face harder against her pussy.

Veda couldn't get enough of Roy's hands on and in her. They felt so powerful!

She finally released his head, and he pulled away as she gasped for breath.

Hands and arms slid under her body, and he easily lifted her to straighten her out on the mattress. Her eyes flashed wide as it felt like she was light as a feather to him. Then his body was moving over hers, and she felt her body jolt with excitement as his need was so intense.

Veda locked eyes with Roy, and it felt like his green eyes were glowing with his need for her. She began to pant in anticipation. He moved between her legs and stopped. She looked up at him.

"Condom?" he asked.

"Pill," she assured him, and he smiled hungrily.

A shiver of thrill ran through her. She suddenly realized all those pretty, sculpted men in the bar were like foxes. Clever, quick, and crafty, but nothing like the wild, hungry wolf about to fuck her senseless!

The first slap of his cock against her wet lips sent a jolt through her body. He felt so hot she wondered if she'd been branded. Then he stroked his cock roughly against her pussy, and she threw her head back and howled silently.

When he thrust his heavy cock into her, she found her voice.

"AHHH, HEAVENS!"

He drew back and drove deeper still.

"OHHH! YESSS!"

One more withdrawal, then a powerful thrust to give her everything.

Her scream this time was unintelligible but filled with bliss. He was so deep and grinding against her clit. It felt like he was filling her completely. She tried to cling to him, but his body was demanding more. He pulled back and slammed back in. Her pleasure was spiking so hard her eyes began to roll, and her breathing was timed to his pounding thrusts. His body was like a machine, tireless, powerful, and intense, and she was completely caught by surprise when her orgasm crashed through her senses. It rolled on and on until she felt him drive his cock deep inside her body and erupt there, filling her with his heat.

She couldn't catch her breath as he was rocking his pelvis against hers, and her clit was sending bolts of bliss through her limbs.

He lowered his body over hers, and for a second, she was afraid he'd fall asleep and crush her. Instead, he rolled to the side and pulled her on top of his broad chest. He was still inside her, but she was in control as she slowly returned from Heaven.

When she could speak again, it still took a few attempts.

"That was... intense. Intensely good!" Veda purred against his neck.

She could feel him smile. "Yes, it was. Sorry if I was a little rough. It was my first time in a very long time."

He began to run his hands up and down her back, and she loved that sensation. She admitted to herself that she was becoming obsessed with his hands! She loved them on her body!

Her hips were beginning to rock automatically, and his hands moved to cup and massage her ass cheeks.

She bit her lower lip as her pussy clamped down on his rebounding cock. She had another release in her, and Roy indicated he was raring to go as well. As she was on top, she pushed herself up to a sitting position on Roy and felt him sinking deeper into her pussy.

When he took her breasts in his palms and gently squeezed, her head snapped back from the burst of pleasure coursing through her. God, she wanted his hands on her body all the time.

She leaned into his grip as her hips began a circular roll, sliding him in and out but rubbing their pelvises at the same time.

When Roy gently pinched her nipples with a slight tug, her orgasm struck, and she lost all muscle tone, sagging to his chest. He moved his hands to her ass and rocked his hips to keep thrusting until he came deep inside once more.

She purred softly as he slowly shrank inside her and gently withdrew.

Roy gently lowered Veda to the mattress beside him as they caught their breath.

She rolled her head to look at him as they lay side by side, and he rolled his to see her.

"Can you stay tonight?" she asked.

"I will, even though I'm losing sixty bucks on the dingy hotel room I won't be using," he said with a smile, and she chuckled happily.

She smiled at him and enjoyed his look of contentment. This was what was missing on his face earlier. It was what made him seem older. Now, he was back to his correct age. He was handsome but had a youthful face for an adult's body.

"Have you ever grown a beard?" she asked innocently as she touched the stubble on his cheek.

He looked at her in surprise. "Yes, but it comes in thick and dark, and my ex didn't like it. I thought women preferred clean-shaven men."

She smiled mysteriously. "Some women prefer beards."

"Noted," he said with a slight nod.

"Do you have any plans going forward?" she asked carefully.

He raised an eyebrow at her with a slight smile at the corners of his lips.

"None. I'm free as a bird and ready to fly when you are."

Veda suddenly remembered what she'd said earlier about wanting someone to fly with her.

A happy tear threatened to drop from her eye.

"Will you return to New Delhi with me?"

Roy smiled. "I'd like that."

She moved to bring her lips to his, and they kissed, soft and sweet. Then she cuddled against his side.

Before she drifted off to sleep, a thought occurred to her. "How did you end up in the bar of this hotel?"

"One of the crew told me I had to get a drink at Skybar in the hotel with a ship on top. I'd never been to Singapore, so I thought, why not? I told the Tuk Tuk driver to take me to SkyBar. I was disappointed to see it looked nothing like a boat."

Veda laughed and kissed his shoulder in delight as he watched her curiously.

"Your coworker meant a bar at the roof level of the Marina Bay Sands hotel. The whole top level that spans three towers looks like a ship. In Singapore, many rooftop bars are called sky bars.

This is Swissôtel, and they named their bar Skai Bar. S. K. A. I. Bar. The Tuk Tuk driver obviously thought you meant this one."

"Oh," he said.

Veda grinned at him. "You went to the wrong bar."

Roy smiled. "It didn't end up that way."

Serendipity.