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“Probably just a week or two to start with, but don’t worry, I won’t be gone for long. In fact, I’ll be around so much you’ll probably get sick of me.”
Once we were in the air and the shock had worn off, he turned back to me. “Seriously though, why are you here?”
I took his hand. His grip was warm and solid, reassuring me that I’d done the right thing. “I told you, I couldn’t let my husband travel alone. And I need to find a location for the new restaurant. There’s no time like the present, right?”
“But… why Virginia?” His gaze was intense and heat pooled in my stomach.
I shrugged, thinking it was obvious. “I didn’t want to miss the opportunity of a lifetime.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and he blinked a few times as if he needed to clear his eyes. “Then why didn’t you tell me? I was so sad last night and all morning and you just let me stew in it.”
I looked at our joined hands, my cheeks warming a little in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to cause you any extra stress or sadness. I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t know until well after you left for the airport if it would all work out. I was waiting to hear if my investor was willing to approve of the location change and then I had to pray there was an available seat on this flight. I didn’t want you to get your hopes up and then be disappointed.”
“I don’t think you could disappoint me if you tried.” He paused for a moment. “Were you ever afraid I’d say that I didn’t want you?”
I bit my bottom lip. “A little. But I just had to trust that you wouldn’t.”
Cam nodded and stroked my hand with his thumb. “What’s your plan while you’re there?”
I couldn’t help but wonder if he was worried I’d be too busy with work to spend time with him. “I’m going location scouting during the day, while you’re at work, and I’m going to spend my evenings getting to know you better.Allof you.” I slid one hand to his thigh and squeezed, grinning when he shifted in his seat to adjust the beginnings of an erection.
He hummed. “That does sound nice. Will you stay with me? At my apartment, I mean. It would save you money and I can sleep on the couch so there’s no pressure or anything.”
I leaned in close, letting my breath ghost over his ear. “If you sleep on the couch, how am I supposed to wake you up with morning blow jobs?”
He exhaled sharply through his nose and turned to kiss me. Before we got carried away, a flight attendant cleared her throat.
“Drink or snack?”
“I’ve already got my snack,” I whispered in his ear.
Cam looked up at her, his cheeks burning pink. “No thanks.”
“Have a nice flight,” the attendant said, smirking and turning to the people on the other side of the aisle.
Between talking and napping and holding each other close, the four-and-a-half-hour flight went by quickly. Before I knew it, we were touching down outside of DC and then driving to Port Grandlin, less than an hour away, having said our goodbyes to his friends. I followed Cam up the stairs to his apartment and he opened the door, waving me in. A deep contentment settled over me, a feeling of being home.
Cam dropped his bags on the floor near the dining table, kicking off his shoes as he did, and I followed suit. He swept his arm to show me the apartment. “Here we are. Home sweet home.”
I grinned. “I like the sound of that.” Looking around, I spotted the kitchen and stepped through the entryway and into what would be the place I hoped I cooked many meals in the future. I turned in a slow circle, taking note of his terrible, apartment-grade appliances, lack of counter space, and minimal cabinets before looking to Cam again with a grimace on my face. “On second thought, I don’t know if this is going to work.”
His face fell and he blinked at me. “What?”
“This kitchen is terrible. We’re definitely going to need to find a better apartment, one where I can cook for you. Maybe a house.”
He rolled his eyes, relief washing over his face, and exhaled in a huff. “Whatever you say, Chef,” he murmured, taking a few steps toward me and closing the distance between our bodies. He wrapped his arms around me and I kissed him, long and slow. After several long moments, I broke the kiss and scooped him up in my arms.
Cam laughed, squirming in my grip. “What are you doing?”
I navigated our way out of the kitchen and, still carrying him, walked down the hall toward what had to be his bedroom. “I’m sure you can figure it out. You’re a smart man.” I nudged the door to his bedroom open with my toe and carried him to his bed, placing him down carefully. He smirked and scrambled back, pushing the comforter away. “I’m going to fuck you now, if you don’t mind.”
His eyes darkened and his smile widened. “What’s taking you so long?”
We hadn’t done this since that first day at the restaurant—having opted for blow jobs and touching since then—and my cock was hard and aching for him already. “Do you have lube?” I barely recognized my voice, deep and husky with lust and need. He pointed at the nightstand and I yanked the drawer open, pulling out a half-used bottle. There were condoms, too, and I hesitated before holding one up and raising my eyebrows. Cam shook his head and I tossed it back in the drawer before stripping down completely while he did the same.
I climbed on the bed and crawled up the length of him, spread beneath me with his cock hard and his tip glistening already, before capturing his mouth with a kiss. I fucked my tongue along his and Cam moaned into me, spurring me on. Moving one hand to his chest, I pinched his nipple and he arched his back a little, rocking into my touch.
Cam stroked his hands down my back and gripped my ass, pulling me forward until I straddled him, our erections bumping and rubbing together, sending electric sparks racing through me. Moving my lips, I kissed my way down his neck and chest, sliding lower until I faced his cock and took it in my mouth. Cam groaned and gripped my hair as I swallowed him down.
