"It's not," he told her, but she cut off his words with a frantic kiss of her own, and her hand began to stroke him harder and faster. He was going to come if she didn't stop, but . . . he didn't want her to stop. Griffin pumped against her soapy hand, and she made needy noises in her throat with every stroke to let him know how much she liked touching him, and those sounds just drove him even wilder.
He came with a hiss, his cum spurting over her hands and stomach once more.
"Mmm, I think I won that round." Maylee gave him a delicious smile.
"Was it a contest?" he panted when he could catch his breath. "If so, you have to warn me about something like that."
"Why?"
"So I can use everything in my arsenal to make sure I come out on top." He pushed her against the wall of the shower, her back hitting the stonework. He pressed another hot, hungry kiss to her mouth, and it lasted so long that she was breathless when he pulled away.
Then, he slid a hand between her legs. "Now, it's my turn."
Her moans as she came, rocking against his hand, were rather gratifying.
***
Maylee woke up to the alarm clock's caterwauling and the feel of Griffin's arm around her. Unlike her normal slow-drag out of bed, she hopped into action almost immediately, tumbling out of bed in her haste. Excitement rushed through her. Today was going to be her surprise for Griffin. Would he be mad, or would he be delighted?
She was kinda hoping for delighted.
"Wake up," she told Griffin, then leaned over to kiss him. "Big day today."
"Mmm?" His hand went to her hair and he tugged her down for a longer, more thorough kiss.
She pulled away from him reluctantly and said, "We have to get going or we're going to be late."
Griffin sat up in the bed and rubbed his eyes, watching her. "What do you mean, late? What can we possibly have scheduled before breakfast?"
"Well, for starters," Maylee said, bounding out of bed. She headed for the adjoining door so she could change out of his T-shirt and boxers and into her own clothing. "You're sick again today."
"What?" he called after her.
Grinning to herself, she ignored him and headed to her closet, dragging out her only pair of jeans she'd brought with her again and another touristy Bellissime shirt. She didn't have many casual clothes with her, unfortunately, and today definitely did not call for a pantsuit.
Sure enough, Griffin opened the adjoining door without knocking just as she'd pulled his T-shirt over her head. He stopped, stared at her bare br**sts for a moment, then shook his head as if to clear it. "What do you mean, I'm sick again today?"
"I cleared your schedule," Maylee said, pulling on a bra and deliberately making her br**sts jiggle a bit more just to watch Griffin's gaze head there.
"You did." He couldn't take his eyes off her br**sts, which was rather amusing.
"I did. And we have to bring breakfast with us, otherwise we're going to be late for our flight."
"Our flight," he echoed, and then seemed to realize what he was saying. "What do you mean, 'our flight'?"
"I mean, our flight into Cadiz. Well, not Cadiz directly," she corrected. "But some airport nearby. And then we're going to drive out to the dig and take a gander at all that stuff Jonathan keeps sending you-"
"But what about the wedding?"
"-And then we're going to fly back here tonight to be home in time for the wedding," she finished, and pulled her T-shirt over her head. "But we need to get going if we're going to make it on time."
"And my appointments?"
"Will just have to wait or get cancelled," she said. "You didn't want to spend the day having tea anyhow, did you?"
Griffin rushed forward, startling Maylee. But he grabbed her cheeks and pulled her in for a loud, smacking kiss. "You are the best woman I have ever met."
She laughed. "I take it you're fine with the schedule, then?"
"More than fine," he said, and then ran for his room. "But let's hurry up and get to the airport!"
Maylee grinned and slid on her jeans. "Yes, sir."
***
Sixteen hours later, Maylee rode in the back of the sedan, her head cushioned in Griffin's lap as they headed to the hotel. It had been a long day, but a wonderful one. They'd flown to Spain, drove out to the dig site and met Jonathan, who was just as pleased to see Griffin. And as the men talked, she watched happily as Griffin's face lit up with enthusiasm. They talked about radar and digital mapping, and Maylee mostly tuned out as Jonathan brought out roll after roll of printouts and the men compared the two, pointing out new or overlooked spots that had been discovered.