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Before she can escape, I press a palm on her lower back. We’re laying skin to skin, our bodies connected and her breasts flattened on my chest. She rests her cheek on my heart while I play with her hair, unwilling to end the moment. But as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end.
Too soon, she pushes off me and sits up, still straddling me. My cock slips from her body.
A flush darkens her cheeks. “I think we missed our flight.”
I grin even as a strange kind of sadness rips through my ribcage. “I think you’re right.”
She hooks her hair behind her ear. “Shower?”
It’s a timid way of asking if I’ll join her.
Not wanting to kill the buzz with the heaviness of my sentiments, I slap her ass playfully. “Give me a minute to order breakfast. You didn’t eat much last night.”
She leans over, lifts the hotel phone from the receiver, and hands it to me.
I ogle her tits and the triangle between her spread legs as I order two full English breakfasts. Her blush deepens, but she lets me look. I’ve long since figured out she likes it when I stare.
Stretching to replace the phone, I gently bite her nipple. She yelps. The tip grows hard on my tongue. She tastes delicious. I should carry her to the shower, but instead I suck more of the plump curve into my mouth. Greedier, I bite harder.
This time, she moans. She spears her fingers through my hair and holds me to her, letting me devour her. A groan tears from my chest. Not enough. Never.
I shift to the edge of the bed with her on my lap and lift her when I push to my feet. She wraps her legs around me as I carry her to the bathroom. I take her in the shower again and after our shower on the floor. I take her against the wall while we’re eating breakfast and bent over the dresser before we go.
She looks well-fucked when I help her into the car three hours later. I bundled her into a thick coat, but the day is cold. I shift closer to her on the backseat. She surprises me by resting her head on my shoulder. The act may seem small and insignificant, but to me, it’s huge. It’s so enormous that I freeze, too afraid I’ll break the spell if I move.
At the airport, I escort her to the private lounge. Once she’s eaten a light lunch, I dial Ryan on speaker and hand her my phone. She held up her end of the bargain. Powell agreed to the deal. We shook hands on it. Signing the contract is a simple formality. It’s only fair that I honor the agreement I made with my wife.
She tilts her head, looking at me with a question and hope in her eyes.
“Your brother,” I say, unable to prevent the harshness of my tone. The fact that he killed my mother and sister will never change.
She reaches for the phone uncertainly, as if she’s afraid that I’ll snatch it away, and takes it with a shaky hand. “Ryan?”
“Sabella! How are you?”
“I’m good. How about you?”
I don’t give her privacy. I listen with attention to every word she says. She asks about everyone, posing the most questions about the kids, and finally reminds Ryan that he hasn’t sent her a photo. The bastard tells her he’s been busy and that it slipped his mind, but he promises to send some straight away.
“How’s Mom coping with Laura and all that?” she asks, lowering her voice and turning her face away to scavenge what little privacy she can get.
“The dust has finally settled,” Ryan says. “Everyone can go back to their lives now.” He pauses. “I suppose everyone but…”
“Me?”
“That came out wrong.”
“Is Daisy still making problems?”
“She realized there’s nothing more for her to inherit and that the business isn’t mine.” He chuckles. “She cooled down quickly after that.”
“Tell me more about Brad’s milestones,” Sabella says with enthusiasm.
“There’s not much more to tell. Do you think you’ll come visit?”
Our gazes lock when she looks up. I shake my head.
She shifts on her seat. “I, um, don’t think so.”
