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What I don’t tell her is that she’s the first person in eight years that I’ve allowed to touch my dick.
26
Sophie
I’ve never been as relieved as I was when I heard Lochlan’s voice on the phone and saw his face in the airport parking lot. Being in his arms made me feel safe again.
So safe that I apparently couldn’t keep my stupid mouth off of him. At least there’s no pregnancy worries with that method.
And I hate that I was turned on having him use my mouth so callously, so forcefully like…like he owned it. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, which seemed to make him angry with me.
Seeing him come undone, turning into a panting, growling desperate man was fun. He always looks so perfect, polished in his suits, even when he’s angry. But when he’s coming, his head is thrown back, his handsome face is all scrunched in a snarl. With his slumping posture and lazy smirk after he came, he looks nothing like a professional businessman. Or a womanizing heathen. He just looked like…mine. My Lochlan that no one else, no other woman, gets to see, even if I know that’s a lie. While he claimed he hasn’t been with anyone in months, I find that very hard to believe. I hate that a part of me thinks it’s the truth, and that it means more than it does.
Even though I had no clue what I was doing, Lochlan seemed to at least enjoy my hand and mouth enough to finish, which is all that matters.
The day Vanessa told me about oral sex, I never thought I would want to do it. Now it’s maybe one of my favorite things. I want to do it again, try to do it better, making him come faster. Not that I plan to tell my husband any of that.
“Where are we going?” I ask after he finishes teasing me.
“I don’t know.” Lochlan sits up and straightens his vest and jacket, putting himself back together.
“You don’t know where we’re going?”
“Not yet. I haven’t decided where would be the safest. You distracted me.”
Right. The drone attack. It was nice to forget about that near death experience with Lena and Toni for a few minutes when I was on his lap and between his legs. What was even nicer was curling up to Lochlan’s warm body heat. That must be the cuddling Vanessa mentioned.
We cuddled, and I told him I missed him before he kissed me.
He may have said it back, but I don’t know if he really means it. If he had actually missed me, wanted to have dinner with me, then he would’ve figured out a way to get home.
“I’m hungry,” I tell him.
“You didn’t have dinner before you went out to the court?” he asks while reaching for my skirt pleat, running his finger along the inner hem.
“No. I didn’t want to eat alone.”
“Because you missed me?”
Rather than answer him, I roll my eyes and face the window again.
“We’ll find some takeout, then a hotel tonight using an alias. When we get to the room, I could eat you out…”
Eat me out?
Oh.
That’s what he calls the thing he does with his tongue? Eating me out?
“Takeout is fine with me,” I reply, ignoring the whole oral issue even if I do enjoy his tongue. “And I want dessert.”
“Cheesecake?” Lochlan asks, his finger now brushing my upper thigh instead of the skirt hem.
“Sure, if they have it. And two bedrooms for the hotel.”
He heaves a heavy sigh followed by, “Of course.”
After we grabbed dinner, we ate in the SUV that the guards drove for four hours, all the way to Laguna Beach before stopping for the night. The oceanfront, two-bedroom penthouse suite of the hotel Lochlan chose is romantic with a serene view after the chaotic night. It reminds me of home. My real home at the Royal Palace. I went right to sleep in my own bedroom, confident that Lochlan had our safety and security under control.
