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“I need you,” I tell her as she turns in my arms and puts her head back for me to bend and kiss her lips. I grab her hips, pulling her to me so she can feel my hard-on, and she laughs.
“Does your dick ever go down?” She giggles as I pick her up and put her on the counter.
“It does, but only when you aren’t around.” I start to take off my towel when the doorbell rings.
“That would be the food.” She puts her hands on my chest, and my heart speeds up. “You have one hour and forty-five minutes before the car arrives.”
“I can be late,” I deflect as she softly pushes me away from her. “It’s a private plane.”
She shakes her head and moves to walk out of the bathroom. “If you answer the door like that, I’m going to smack your ass, and not in a good way.”
She stops and looks over her shoulder at me. “I’m going to ignore what you just said.” She grabs her robe from a hook. “And try not to put rat poison in your food.” Tying her robe around her waist, she walks away from me.
I make my way over to my bag, grabbing a pair of boxers before sliding them on and then my track pants and another white T-shirt. I pick up the towel and walk back toward the bathroom, past the bed that looks crooked. I stop at the night table with four empty condom wrappers from last night. I grab them in my hand, then hang the towel and toss them in the garbage.
“Are you coming?” Ryleigh shouts from the kitchen.
“All over your face!” I shout back at her and listen to her laugh out loud, which makes my chest get tight and my cock twitch.
She stands at the island where I ate her out last night, right before I fucked her brains out, or at least that’s what she told me. “I got you a double cheeseburger, loaded.” She points at the container. “And a loaded baked potato.”
“What did you get?” I pull out the stool and sit down, grabbing the food.
“The same but a single and not a double.” She sits down next to me, and I look over at her as she eats.
“So what are your plans this week?” I ask, trying not to overthink anything.
“I have work.” She takes a bite of her burger. “Then I plan on icing my vagina and taking lots of baths.” She looks over at me, and I wink at her.
“What about next weekend?” I ask, instead of saying what I really want to say.How about you come and stay with me next weekend?
“Not sure yet,” she mumbles as she eats. I wonder if she’ll ask me about my travel schedule, but she skates around it. We both finish eating two minutes before my phone alerts me that the driver’s waiting downstairs.
“I’m going to go get my bag,” I mutter, walking back into her room and shoving my stuff in the bag before I return and see Ryleigh cleaning up the counter.
“Did you get everything?” she asks, her voice a bit cheerier than I want it to be.
“I did,” I confirm, walking to the door and sliding my boots on before grabbing my jacket. Picking up my backpack and tossing it over my shoulder, I look up to see her standing there.
“Thank you for coming to see me,” she says, getting on her tippy-toes and wrapping her arms around my neck, “and for all those awesome orgasms.”
I smile and laugh at the same time. “You are more than welcome.” I kiss her lips. “But I think the orgasms were mutual.” I stare into her eyes, trying to prolong the inevitable goodbye. I lean down and slide my tongue into her mouth. Of course, it goes from zero to a hundred in two seconds with her.
“You have to go,” she whispers when we let the kiss stop.
“I’ll call you,” I declare softly, not ready to let her go but also knowing I need to leave.
“Okay,” she gives in. “Let me know you got home safe.”
“Will do.” I kiss her one last time before walking out her door. She follows me to the elevator, and I step in to press the L button, holding up my hand. “Be good,” I urge as the door closes, and all I can see is her holding up her hand.
The driver opens the door for me as I toss my bag on the seat and then get in. When I get there, the plane is waiting for me, and I jog up the four steps into the plane. I toss my bag into one of the chairs and sit down in the one facing the front when my phone rings. I stupidly think it’s her, but instead, it’s Christopher.
“Hello,” I answer right away, putting the phone to my ear while they close the plane doors.
“Hey,” he huffs, and I know he’s working out on the bike. It’s when he usually calls me. “What’s up?”
“Nothing much, on my way home,” I tell him as the plane moves, and I look out the window, hating I’m putting so much space between us.
