A/N: Final update for this story.

"You're getting sloppy." Andy cleared the morning crust from his eyes to see his wife Gael hovering over him, his naked limbs tangled in the bed's sheets. His brain hurriedly tried to catch up with the events from last night. His head followed his wife's line of sight to see the bright red lipstick smeared against the stark white pillow next to him.

He immediately recovered the seductive memory of Danai riding him, her warm insides attempting pulsing upon his length. She cursed and made naughty promises, ones that she indeed followed up on as she lifted her ass into the air, placed her face into his pillow and urged Andy to pummel "harder" into her dripping core. He remembered how his fingers fit perfectly into the deep grooves between her hips and thick thighs.

"How many times?" Andy was ripped back to the present. Gael gave him a stern expression. "What?" His senses were still trying to adjust to being fully awake.

"How many times Andrew?" Her irritation pierced through the silent hotel room.

"Gael, on the grand scheme of things is this even important." Andy huffed as he grabbed for his pants that hung off the edge of the bed. He worked to shimmy them over his pale behind.

"Seeing as you're my husband, I think it is important." Gael exited the room holding her scrunched forehead, plopping desperately on the couch in the living area.

"Gael, we've talked about this. The papers haven't been signed but, this marriage has been over for a long time. I drew up papers and you got lawyers involved. It didn't have to get to that point."

"Really Andy? You tried so hard." Sarcasm spewed from Gael's lips like ice cold daggers. "And just cause you say it's over you believe it's okay to be rolling in the sheets with that bitch? You're vile."

"Sign the damn papers Gael. You're only making yourself miserable." He harshly swiped his hand down his tired face. He lowered his voice as he tried to rid himself of his frustration. "Why did you come down here anyway?"

"Well one because I was invited, and two, because you won't talk to me!" The man standing in front of her was unrecognizable, that is mostly where the frustration came from.

"Because every time we talk, it turns into an argument. Aren't you exhausted with this? What is there to even talk about anymore? I'm unhappy, you're unhappy." His hands sliced the air to complete his statement.

"Yes, the fact that you never put forth the effort to fix this has me completely exasperated."

Andy rolled his eyes. "This isn't going anywhere. I think you should leave."

"You know what Andy, it's fine. I'll have the divorce papers sitting on the dresser when you finally decide to stop by. Make sure you wash the skank off you before you step in front of our children."

Before he could retort Gael slammed the heavy hotel door behind her.

He could not resist.

He knew he should've been more focused on his disgruntled wife but he could only think of was Danai. He was not sure when was the next time he would be able to get her alone with her busy schedule and such.

"Wow look what the cat drug in." Sonequa wiggled her eyebrows as Danai shuffled into the room in a messy state. Sonequa being the resident mother and wife of the group, was up early and already enjoying a cup of coffee on the living room couch.

Danai was somewhat hoping that she would have still been was barely nine am. "Sonequa… I already know…"

"What?" Sonequa could not hide her grand smile. "You leave the party with a blue-eyed fox halfway throughout the night and expect me to not say anything? You know those big sunglasses don't hide that smeared lipstick right? C'mon, spill it!"

Danai touched her lips, forgetting completely about the stain that the deep red lipstick left. Suddenly Lauren appeared from her bedroom, awoken by her friends' banter. "What's going on?"

Sonequa had seen Lauren trample in the door late that night, citing her date as a waste of time. "Nothing, our friend just got back and she was going to tell us all about what happened after her and a certain someone left the party." Sonequa excitedly lifted up to fold her legs underneath her bottom.

Filled with new energy, Lauren plopped down on the couch next to Sonequa. "Ooo yes, get to talking. If you look like this, I can only imagine what Andy looks like right now," she giggled.

Danai searched around kitchen for a cup. She could fill the hoarseness coming on from all the yelling she did last night. "Are you sore at all down there," Lauren asked.

"Lauren!" Danai yelled.

Her friend scoffed, "What Danai, it's been a while, I can only imagine." Sonequa laughed hysterically at Danai's reaction.

The disheveled actress smirked as she knew she had one up on her friends. She kept her lips at the rim of her cup, looking down at its contents as she confessed, "Not as long as you think."

Before Lauren and Sonequa could react she ran into the bathroom and locked it behind her.

"Oooo Danai," she heard Sonequa gasp from the other room.

After a calming shower, Danai stepped out from the bathroom and was piqued by the silence coming from the hotel suite. "Lauren! Sonequa!" She strode towards the living room to seek them out. "I know those heifers didn't leave and get breakfast without me."

"Don't be alarmed." Despite the warning Danai still jumped, grasping onto the towel wrapped around her chest. Andy was sitting on the arm of the couch, obviously freshened up with a new shirt and pair of jeans, different then the ones he wore last night. "I came by and Sonequa told me you were almost done showering." She was frozen in place, as Andy rose to face her.

Danai immediately grew shy. "Oh, I didn't expect to see you this morning."

"I know. I'm sorry for showing up uninvited."

"No it's fine. Is there something wrong?" Her eyebrows scrunched in concern.

He contemplated giving her the details of his argument with Gael, but he was tired of apologizing for his mind seemed to fog over before he replied, "I don't understand how I fell for you so fast."

The shock made her suddenly aware that she was before him in only a towel. "What?" She asked.

With each word, Andy moved closer to her. "You're this amazing, funny, smart, beautiful woman that I was so sure that I had a great friendship with . . . but it's more. I want more. I don't want to have to sneak anymore. I want to be able to claim you as mine and only mine." He stopped tight in front of her, his gaze intense. "Does that make me selfish?"

Her words wrestled with her tongue as he gently cupped her cheek. The same way he did the night before, but this time there was no cold metal pressed against her flushed skin. When had he taken off his wedding ring? She did not realize it but her fingers were grasping her towel for dear life. She could feel the heat emitting from him. It seemed to transfer from his body to hers as his honest disclosure warmed her all over. His chest brushed against her knuckles as he stared into her large doe eyes.

"I, I don't know Andy," she stuttered in a quiet voice that contrasted her normal tone.

"Be honest with me Danai."

Her eyes zipped around the room, looking for an answer. "Yes."

"Look at me, I know they say it's wrong to be selfish, but I need to be for once in my life. I've told you before how I settled in my marriage. I can't do that to myself again. Same for you, I want you to be selfish for once. Is that what you want?"

No man had ever cared to ask her what she wanted. No man wanted to relinquish that power to her. Her eyes fell to those welcoming lips. Time and time again Andy proved that he was willing to give her anything she wanted. All she had to do was ask. She nodded her head.

"Am I what you want?" Andy thumbed her bottom lip, slightly tilting her head back as his breath danced across her chin.

She nodded again.

"I need to hear it. Say yes." He could see her pupils stretch into full moons under each lid.

"Yes," she nearly whispered.

His hands created a path across her hips and slowly up her back as he brought her in closer to place a soft, languid kiss upon her pouty lips. His hands never stopped moving along her body. One hand cradled her head as the other reached underneath the sodden towel to grab her round ass. His tongue eagerly snuck out of his mouth to prod and search her mouth for all she had. She had to place her hands on his chest when she felt him leaning further over her as he deepened their kiss.

A low moan escaped her throat and her nipples sprang to life from the cold air hitting them once her towel hit the floor. Their mouths and bodies bumped against one another as Andy walked her back into the bedroom until her calves hit the neat bed.

Andy quickly discarded of his shirt. Yes, this was now their third time being intimate, but that did not stop time from moving in slow motion as she gawked at him removing his belt. She tingled between her thighs when she saw him smirk. Before she could even settle in her embarrassment, Andy sat her down and raised her right leg over his shoulder as he knelt at the edge of the bed.

"Oh," she gasped as his soft lips pressed to hers. "Oh, oh my god." She squirmed underneath his strong grip while he continued to make out with her pussy. This was something she could definitely get used to. Her hips rolled instinctively as she felt the fire in her belly growing. Andy licked and tugged and sucked at her flesh, moaning deeply into his meal. Sweat gathered at Danai's brow, her legs began shaking, her toes curled as her honeypot released its contents into his hungry mouth. "Uhhh," she moaned out as Andy began maneuvering between her legs.

"Tell me what you want baby." The sound of his low voice caused the tingling sensation between her thighs to return.

Danai dusted her fingers along his curly strands. "For you to get inside me."

He slid his tongue against hers in haste. "Come here," he spoke to her gently, pulling her into his lap. Her breasts dragged down his he entered her torturously slow. "Oh fuck," she moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You feel so good baby," Andy spoke into her ear.

"You do too, oh my goodness." She began to roll her hips forwards, milking his dick each moment she lifted from his solid length. He palmed her ass, spreading her cheeks as she rode him. Danai bit her lip as she became transfixed on the blue orbs lit like a torturous flame. He would always be hot for her, but that wasn't it, he loved her.

He wanted to tell her. It was not fear stopping him, moreso timing. Just like a sand hourglass, shaking things up prematurely would only screw things up. Andy had already learned from his mistakes. He was not going to mess this up with Danai. He would tell her in time, but for now he would relish in the possibility of getting to gaze into her beautiful brown eyes until the last grain of sand ran out, if that was what she so chose for herself.

A/N: Whew! This was a challenge to write, yet I'm satisfied with the outcome. I hope you enjoyed.