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“Wanna try again? You gonna miss me? ’Cause I’m gonna miss the fuck out of you,” I admitted, capturing her lips again in another bruising kiss that had my dick weeping.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she chanted, tilting her head back and giving me access to her throat.

I grinned when I spotted the red marks I’d left there last night. It hadn’t been my intention to mark her but seeing them there had me wanting to beat my chest.

“Yes what?” I challenged, pressing myself even harder against her pussy.

“Yes, I’m going to miss you,” she blurted between breaths. “But if you don’t fuck me right this second, I won’t be missing you for long.” We both knew Tillie’s threat was empty, but I wasn’t calling her out. Not when I had a chance to be buried balls deep inside the woman who was quickly capturing my heart.

After a quickie on the sofa, then another in the shower when I attempted to help her get cleaned up, something that resulted in us getting a hell of a lot dirtier before we got clean, I was carrying her overnight bag out to her car as the sun snuck over the mountains.

“It’s beautiful,” Tillie commented as she took her bag from me and tossed it on the back seat.

“You’re beautiful,” I replied automatically.

“You’re just trying to get in my pants,” Tillie brushed off my compliment.

“Sweetheart, do I need to remind you that not ten minutes ago, your pants were on my kitchen floor?” I threw out, trying to rattle her, only to feel my dick twitch in my sweats.

“I don’t remember it happening like that,” she replied, tapping on her chin thoughtfully with her forefinger.

“Don’t make me drag you back inside and remind you,” I threatened, knowing full well it was one threat I wouldn’t have any qualms about making good on. “You need to go be a responsible business owner and make sure you open the doors on time.”

Tillie dropped her head against my shoulder and groaned. It was the groan of someone with responsibilities they wished they could brush off and pretend weren’t a reality, but we both knew they were.

When she looked up, she sighed heavily. “Travel safe,” she offered, and I got the feeling there was something more she wanted to say but was holding back. Or maybe that was me projecting. I was too chickenshit to say all the things I wanted to, so I played along.

“Will do. I’ll call you when I get to Dallas,” I promised.

“Okay.”

Tillie kissed me quickly, then opened her car door and climbed in, fired up the ignition, and wound down the window.

“Think about hiring some help. I know it’s a big step, but you’re ready.”

“I know.”

“So you’ll think about it?”

She didn’t answer but crinkled her nose as though she’d smelled something funky.

“You know you need to and you know you want to,” I pushed.

Another heavy sigh as she pulled her seatbelt across her chest and snapped it into position. My eyes were drawn to her tits and the way the seatbelt made them somehow even more prominent.

“I’ll think about it,” she conceded with a tired smile.

“Thank you. Message me when you get to work,” I told her.

“Why?”

“’Cause you look tired and I want to make sure you get there, okay?”

“I’m fine,” she deflected.

“I could follow you down. Actually, that’s a great idea. I could go for some waffles. Give me a second to grab my keys,” I started back toward the house.

I made it to the steps before I heard Tillie calling my name.