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Approximately two hours later, we’re heading to the airport. Today, I’m not as excited about returning to New York as I have been previously. I’m actually dreading it. This weekend, Nick was gentle, kind, and sweet, while also making my libido reach peaks I didn’t know existed. His talents in the bedroom are as impressive as his skills on the dance floor. They truly blow my mind.
Noticing my sullen expression, Nick leans over and grasps my hand within his. It's the simplest act, but it causes the biggest response from my heart. It swells so fast, my chest has to puff out to accommodate its new size. He continues holding my hand as we mosey through the terminal, only releasing it when we reach the line for security so he can check the time on his watch. I have a little over an hour before I’m due to board my flight.
“Come on.” Nick races to the ticket counter, his strides so fast and efficient, I have to jog to keep up with him. “I need a ticket,” he advises the pretty blonde lady behind the counter.
She smiles. “Excellent. Where are you flying to today?”
“Anywhere,” Nick answers, handing her his driver’s license.
My confused gaze shifts from the lady serving us to Nick. When he notices my shocked glance, he smiles his panty-combusting grin.
I stop pressing my thighs together when the airport staff member says, “I have a flight scheduled to leave in three hours to—”
“I’ll take it,” Nick interrupts before handing her his credit card.
After processing his ticket, she passes Nick his boarding pass. He’s so grateful for her assistance, he awards her one of his infamous smirks. My tongue peeks between my teeth when her cheeks fluster from his attention, glad to see I’m not the only one who melts over his smile.
My giddiness grows the further we move down the queue to pass through security.
“What?” Nick questions when he spots my squirming.
I swivel to face him. “How many ‘player’ rules did you just break?”
His eyes rocket to mine. Noticing my cheeky smile, he grins back. “Around three or four, depending on if I catch my flight to. . .” he glances down at his ticket, “Texas or not.”
“Texas, wow.” A wolf-whistle sounds through my lips. “Can you get me a big shiny belt buckle?”
He chuckles while yanking off his running shoes and socks. He then stands behind the yellow line as required by the TSA officer. Today, he’s returned to his favorite ripped jeans and a shirt, long-sleeve this time instead of a polo. The dark material makes his blue eyes appear lighter than normal. It’s a striking combination.
Once we’ve cleared security, Nick grasps my hand within his before striding to my assigned gate. There’s no surprise the terminal is packed with tourists heading to New York. Since every seat is filled with a bottom, we lean against a wall. I prefer it this way. In a seat, I'd only see his profile. Standing directly in front of him means I get to see his whole face.
When he notices me drinking in his ruggedly handsome features, he runs his hand down my cheek. I lean into his touch, encouraging him to draw me in closer. He does exactly that by pulling me into his strong, firm chest. Not an ounce of air sits between us.
Can someone say swoon? I’m reasonably sure Nick Holt—the world’s biggest player—is swooning me. He just paid a ridiculous amount of money so I can snuggle into his chest an hour before my flight. If he isn’t swooning me, I’m not head over heels in love.
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When the loudspeakers announce it's time for me to board my flight, Nick gives me one of the slowest, most tantalizing kisses I’ve ever experienced. My knees go weak; my pussy throbs, and my heart races all at the same time. It's a kiss I’ll remember for eternity, one that wipes out every kiss I’ve had before it. It burns my eyes with tears, while dampening my panties with just as much moisture. It’s pure perfection.
When he inches back from our embrace, he’s so deep in thought, I expected him to say more than a simple, “Bye.”
My efforts aren’t any better. “Bye.”
After a final peck, I mosey to my gate. An ache spreads across my chest when I hand my ticket to the gate agent. She scans it and hands it back before gesturing for me to go down the gangway. I do after a final wave to Nick.
My heart screams in protest with every step I take. Walking away from him is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.
My steps stop mid-stride a short time later when Nick calls out, “Jen!”
I pivot around to face him so fast, my hair smacks me in the face. He’s standing on the other side of a hard plastic wall erected to keep passengers away from the boarding area.
“No one else,” he half-questions, half-informs.
I want to jump in the air in excitement. I want to run back to him and throw myself into his arms. Instead, I calmly reply, “No one else.”
Nick’s smile is so big, the lady standing next to me eyeballing our exchange, uses her ticket to fan herself. I’m close to following her lead when a commotion steals my attention. “Sir, you can’t board without a ticket!”
