Carefully maneuvering, Willow guided him toward the stool and broke away from him. "Sit. Relax. Let me wash your feet or…what have you."

Giles sank down, never more glad he'd spent his minor inheritance to acquire this place. Willow found the soap and lathered her hands. Bracing his feet against the cool tile, he turned the stool so that his back was facing her. "Did I mention it was mobile?"

Her hands rested on his shoulders for a moment before beginning to slowly massage the lather into his skin. He let his head loll forward as her hands rubbed the back of his neck, his shoulders, his back and his upper arms.

"Oh, Willow. That feels wonderful."

She brushed a kiss on his earlobe before sinking to her knees and moving her attentions to his lower back and his hips. The shower spray hit his back, massaging his neck in a different way than her fingers had, sending a cascade of soap down onto her busy hands. His whole back covered in suds, she moved out of the way and watched as the water washed her handiwork down the drain.

Giles turned the stool and smiled at her. "Shall we give the front equal time? Just to be fair?"

Willow took one of his legs in her hands, pulling his foot into her lap. Smoothing the soap over the rough yet silky hair that covered it, she rubbed the firm muscles beneath his skin. She worked her way up to his knee before switching legs. She repeated the massage; her eyes closed as the shower rained down on her.

Giles moved his legs apart, and Willow moved between them. Leaning forward, she kissed his stomach, her tongue tracing the rivulets of water that ran down his skin. He smoothed her hair back with his hands, tilting her head back. He gazed into her eyes, caught by the burning desire there.

Willow stood slowly and carefully. Grabbing the soap, she lathered her hands once again then set it aside. Her soapy fingers pressed his knees back together then she straddled them. He watched her, wondering what she was planning when she reached down and took his erection in her slippery grasp.

Her hands moved slowly, covering the velvety skin with suds, before speeding up. She smiled as she felt the blood rushing through him, surging towards her and the warm movement of her hands.

Giles leaned back against the cool tile, breathing hard and fast. His body tightened and he quickly grabbed her hands, stilling them. "Come with me?" he whispered.

Willow moved forward, positioning herself over his throbbing cock. Slowly lowering herself, she whimpered softly as he entered her, penetrating her easily. He grabbed her hips and pushed her away from him before pulling her back so closely that her breasts brushed his wet chest. The feel of her overwhelmed him and he struggled for control. Moving his hands faster, he increased the speed of their thrusts, pulling her close each time after pushing her away until just the tip of him was inside her.

Willow clutched his shoulders with hands still slippery from the soap. She sank her short nails into his upper arms, crying out when he braced his feet against the floor, arched off the stool and spent himself inside her. She ground down against him, riding the very edge of her orgasm, unable to send herself sprawling. Giles let his hand slip off her hip, down to the slippery nub of her clitoris. He touched it lightly, gentle fingers rubbing in soft circular motions.

With his first touch, Willow's mind and body shattered and she dropped her head onto his shoulder as her body shook with the intensity of her climax.

Cradling her to him, Giles kissed the top of her head. "Are you all right, love?"

She mumbled a soft yes against his shoulder, her tears of pleasure washed away with the shower.

"Can you stand?"

She slipped away from him, standing in front of him on trembling legs. He got off the stool and let her sit down. Reaching for the bottle of shampoo, he emptied a small amount into his palm before tilting her head forward and beginning to massage it through her hair. His fingers worked quickly, his knowledge of massage, obvious as he targeted all of her stress points, easing the tension from them. Willow groaned her pleasure. "I think this is the most erotic thing ever," she mused.

He rinsed his hands and took her hands. "Stand up again?"

She did as he asked, letting him guide her under the spray yet again. He wove his fingers through her hair, guiding the water through the foam, washing it from her. When she was clean and soap free, he reached around her and turned the water off. He opened the door and got out of the shower, toweling himself off as Willow watched with hungry eyes.

When he was dry, he held the towel out for her to step into. She did, letting him wrap her up in his embrace. He ran the towel lightly over her skin, setting the nerve endings dancing underneath her skin. His touch was feather light and sensual, drying and arousing her all at the same time. "Rupert?"

He dropped the towel. "Yes, love?"

"I'm sorry I was late."

"No apologies necessary."

"I just keep thinking we could have had two more hours of this."

He chuckled deep in his throat before sweeping her up in his arms. "We'll have to get to making up for lost time then, won't we?"

The fire was crackling as Giles lay her down on the soft carpet. He stretched out beside her, looking down at her as the golden light played across her pale skin. "You have meetings tomorrow, I suppose?"

"Actually, I do. A breakfast one at 8. But I'm free at 11. But you have a store to run."

"You're free the whole rest of the day?" She nodded, her eyes running watching as the shadows of firelight danced over his skin. He leaned down and kissed the hollow of her neck. "We could lunch in the park. I could scrounge up a blanket and a basket. I could manage a picnic."

"Can you get away from the store?"

"It's an out of the way bookshop, specializing in mystical tomes and spell books. I've a very distinct clientele, most of whom shop later in the evening. I think I can sneak away for a few hours."

"I could help you out in the store."

"No, I think I want you all to myself. Besides, with the chance of a customer walking in, I wouldn't be able to ravage you."

"And you think you can in the park?"

"I'm inventive."

Willow raised her eyebrows in appreciation. "Shall I meet you at the store then?"

"Mmm," he murmured, running his tongue along the shell of her ear. "That would be best, I suppose." He smiled as she shivered. "Although I think that we'd best concentrate on the rest of this evening before we move on to tomorrow. Tonight is a long way from over."

Willow turned on her side so that she was facing him. Reaching down, she took his growing erection in her hand and began stroking it. "A long way?"

His voice was a low, sensual rumble as his body began to respond to her touch. "If I had my way, tonight would never end." He closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of her hand as it moved along the growing length of him. Her hand stopped moving for a long moment. He opened his eyes slowly. "What's the matter?"

"It can't though, can it?"

He shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Willow, we both know that this is a…a moment out of time. You have a life elsewhere, and I have mine here. It doesn't make this any less important or wonderful. If anything, it makes it worth that much more." He leaned into her, kissing her lightly. "No thoughts of tomorrow. Let me love you tonight."

She inhaled deeply, imprinting the scent of him in her memory. "I like the sound of that."

"Imagine the feel of it then." He moved forward again, pressing her back into the carpet. "I'm going to make love to you by firelight, I'm going to make you tremble for wanting and I'm going to make you lose your mind with pleasure."

Willow licked her lips in anticipation. Her green eyes met his as he moved his knee to part her thighs. "That's a tall order, Mr. Giles."

"Don't worry, Miss Rosenberg. I'm man enough to fill it." His smile was filled with promise and seduction as he pulled away from her. She let out a soft sound of protest, which rapidly changed into a moan of pleasure as he moved between her legs and placed a soft kiss on the mound of curls between her thighs. Settling between her legs, he gave her one last smile before bending his head and parting the delicate flesh with his tongue.

Willow cried out softly as he blew a warm breath, heating the already excited flesh even more. Parting the velvety lips, he trailed his tongue along the length of her, tasting her excitement as it built. Moving his hands beneath her, he lifted her slightly. Using his thumbs, he parted the slick, hot skin and took the nub of her clitoris gently between his teeth.

Bucking up off the floor, Willow's entire body shook in his light grasp. Giles pulled back, watching her as her muscles slowly relaxed and she eased back down to the carpet. When her breathing had finally returned to normal, he darted his tongue out, brushing the sensitive flesh once more. Her hands reached down, grabbing his head and pulling it towards her, begging him without words.

He wrapped his lips around the hard button of flesh and suckled it as he parted the lips of her vagina. Slipping one finger inside her, he massaged the walls of her passage, feeling the heat and moisture as it wrapped around him. Inserting another, he stretched her, pumping slowly, matching the easy rolling of her hips as she ground down against him.

Willow's soft purrs of contentment grew louder as his pace increased, his fingers thrusting faster and harder as his tongue and teeth bathed her clit. She shivered against him, her muscles tightening around his hand, the warm rush of her orgasm coating him. She whimpered quietly, her entire body corded tightly.

He pulled back, carefully removing his fingers from inside her. He moved forward, pressing the tip of his cock against her opening. She looked up at him, unseeing, and thrust her hips forward, inviting him inside her. He braced himself and sank inside her welcoming heat.

Willow braced her feet against the deep carpet, meeting him thrust for thrust, her excitement translating into wild abandon. She pushed hard against him, needing him deeper as another orgasm rocked her, sheathing his cock in her incredible need.

Giles growled, burying his head in the hollow of her shoulder, as he impaled her with every thrust. He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her body even closer, enveloping her. He licked the tender hollow beneath her earlobe, sending her over the edge once more, joining her this time, his hot rush filling her as completely as he had.

Her soft sniffle caused him to pull back, concern sharp in his eyes. "Willow?"

"I've never felt more whole, Rupert." She couldn't seem to stop the tears that spilled over and down her cheeks. "More loved."

He managed a weak smile. "You've never been more loved."

Willow woke up as the alarm rang. She reached over to turn it off, encountering resistance as she struggled to move. Opening her eyes, she smiled as Giles tightened his hold on her. "No."

"I have to go. I have to get back to the hotel and change and get to my meeting. I'm sorry."

He frowned. "I don't suppose we have time for…"

"No. And I refuse to sacrifice quality for quickness." She kissed the tip of his nose and managed to extract herself from his grasp. "I've got to run." She backed away from the bed, gathering clothes as she moved toward the bathroom. "I am sorry."

He sat up, running a hand through the hair on his chest. Willow's eyes followed its movement, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips. "It's all right, love." He stretched then, his muscles moving against his skin.

Willow groaned and dropped her clothes, launching herself back onto the bed. She landed neatly in his arms and pressed a hard kiss to his lips. "You're making this awfully hard, Giles."

"I could say very much the same, Willow." He thrust his hips forward, pressing his erection against her.

"You're evil." She kissed him again, running her tongue over his lips. "And I'm running late. I have to go." She scrambled off the bed and, sacrificing the bathroom, started pulling on her clothes. Giles watched until she had her underthings on then pushed the covers off the bed and climbed out. Willow froze in mid-movement, her shirt hanging in her hands as he walked past her, his naked body catching the light of the early morning sun. She closed her eyes tight, trying not to peek as he brushed past, his hand casually sweeping across the curve of her buttocks. A rush of heat centered in her stomach and slowly started southward. "Giles…"

He turned toward her, "What is it, love?"

She whimpered softly. "Rupert…" she turned toward him, her eyes running over his body. "I have a three hour meeting to go to."

"I know. And you best get going, or you're going to be rather late."

She walked up to him, pressing her body to his. His erection brushed her stomach, trapped between them as she raised onto her toes. His cock moved lower, rubbing the thin material of her panties. He growled low in his throat, picking her up and running his shaft between her thighs. "I'm not going to be able to sit still," she moaned. "I'm going to be writhing on the edge of my seat, thinking about you."

He raised an eyebrow. "Is Percy going to be at this meeting? Or the co-worker you had an affair with?"

She nodded mindlessly, moving her hips so that he was rubbing the aching flesh of her clit. "Yes. Both, I think."

Giles smiled and set her down away from him. "Good." He turned away and walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Willow struggled for breath; unable to believe he was leaving her in such a state.

"Rupert!"

"You're going to be late, Willow," he stated calmly from behind the door. "You'd really best run."

"I'm going to get you for this," she promised darkly, dressing on her way to the door. "You're going to regret this," she said loudly.

Giles chuckled to himself, moving toward the shower and the means of relief for his raging erection. "I'm looking forward to it."

Willow sat on the edge of her seat, fighting the temptation to rub against the lip of it and give herself some relief. She'd been so late after not being able to get a cab yet again that she'd had to stay in the clothes she'd worn the day before and make do with a quick brush through her hair.

Which meant no time to relieve herself from Giles' torture. She glanced over at Percy and Michael, the man she'd had a relationship with, and sighed. She never should have given him a reason to be jealous. Even if he was just taking advantage of the situation, rather than feeling the emotion for real.

Glancing down at her nonexistent notes, she thought about the afternoon ahead and tried desperately not to think of the one following it. She was going to have to go back to Sunnydale. There was no way she could stay here. She was going to have to go home, just as she had planned a week ago when she'd come here. Nothing, not even the promise of Giles, could change her mind or her life.

"Willow?"

She looked up, "Yes?"

Percy was looking at her strangely. "Are you all right? You seem a little anxious."

She laughed softly. "You have no idea."

"You're not thinking this is a bad idea, are you? You're behind the project?"

"Oh, of course. No, it's a personal matter."

He frowned. "Does that mean you won't be joining the rest of us for lunch? We'd hoped to get some of the details ironed out today."

"I thought we were all being encouraged to explore the city this afternoon?" She tried to ignore the sense of dread that was beginning to fill her. "I…I could cancel my plans. It's not an issue."

Marilyn, their supervisor, leaned into the conversation. "That won't be necessary, Willow. We'll have the conference room on the plane to go over the specs. Enjoy the city while you can. Oh, and I was going to give these to you yesterday, but it slipped my mind."

Willow took the tickets from her hand. "What are these?"

"They were provided by our hosts," Marilyn whispered. "And it would be bad form not to attend. You can bring your James Bond we never saw the other night." Willow blushed to the roots of her hair and Marilyn couldn't help but chuckle. "If you can stay out of his bed long enough?"

"Marilyn!"

"Come now, Willow." She shook her head slowly. "You're dealing with a fellow Wiccan. My sweet girl, you don't think I can tell you've been incredibly satisfied?" She noted Willow's squirming. "And left incredibly horny?"

Willow blushed even more. "Oh Goddess."

"It's all right. Go to lunch with your man, just do try and be at the museum before the event is over?" She turned her attention back to the speaker, who was just winding down. "And before you go and meet him, you might want to shower and change. You look very much like a drowned rat."