WAIT UNTIL THE MORNING

Millie gasped for breath ... she felt as if she had put into practice every bit of advice she had enjoyed from within the pages of Cosmopolitan over the years.

Marcus, drenched in sweat, finished ... he collapsed, spent and exhausted.

What a night, what an incredible night, thought Millie to herself.

For a start she couldn't believe that she was really with Marcus, he was rich, incredibly good looking, glamorous and absolutely incredible in bed.

What the hell was he doing with her.

Millie cuddled up to him and ran her hands over his chest ...'why me?' she whispered almost as much to herself as to her lover, 'why me Marcus, why me when you could have anyone ...?'

Marcus turned to face her, his chiselled looks making her heart flutter.

'... does there have to be a reason ... does there have to be any greater reason than I love you ...!'

Millie's eyes widened ... 'I love you?' where had that come from? He hadn't said that to her before ... unless of course you count the eleven times he had said it during their sex marathon .. but she'd heard that before from a couple of her previous amours a the point prior to 'explosion'.

'You love me...' he voice almost childlike trailed off.

'I love you Ms Marsters ... and I intend to tell you that many, many more times in the future.'

'I love you too Marcus ... oh, I really, REALLY love you too..'

He held her, 'that goodness for that, you had me worried', he kissed her ... 'one more time?'

'Oh yes...'

... and so they did, one more time and then they fell asleep ... the other thing Marcus had to tell Millie would have to wait ... yes, it could wait until the morning.