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She shook her head adamantly. “I could fuckyou right now, Matt. I want you so bad.”
“You can want all you like, but you need torest.” I moved on to her neck. The dried cum in her hair wasanother job for tomorrow, but I could help get some of it off herthroat and shoulders, at least.
“At one point, I didn’t even realize theother men were there,” she went on, wonder in her voice. “It waslike you were doing all those things to me through them. But itwasn’t enough. It’s like… I crave you. I know that soundssilly.”
“It doesn’t.” I soaped up another cloth andmoved on to her breasts, mottled red from stubble and groping,stained with wine. “I feel the same way about you. Like I’m nevergoing to get enough.”
Once her breasts and belly were clean, Irearranged the blankets to cover her top half so she wouldn’t getchilled. I gave her thighs a nudge. “Let’s check out thedamage.”
Her vulva was puffy, her opening swollen.Her clit and labia were an angry, abraded red. I gave a lowwhistle. “I should have stopped you before you hurt yourself.”
“Ilikedhurting myself,” shecorrected me. “You have to trust me to stop when I want tostop.”
“You’re right. You did stop when you wantedto.” I gently dabbed her still-leaking cunt with the cloth and sheflinched.
When I moved on to her backside, shegrimaced and covered her eyes. “This might be too personal.”
“Stop,” I said, commanding but gentle. WhenI pulled the cloth away, there was a small streak of vivid red.“We’re going to give anal a break for a while.”
“Is it that bad?” she asked, concerned.
I shook my head. “You’re bleeding a little.You’re a beginner. I’m not surprised you’d have a small tear or twoafter multiple rounds. You took a lot of dick up theretonight.”
She snorted a giggle. “Wow, you make itsound so sexy when you put it like that.”
“Some parts of aftercare aren’t sexy,sorry.” I got a fresh cloth to work on her thighs and calves, andwhen I was finished, I was too tired to deal with the mess. Thecleaners could tend to it in the morning. I tucked Charlotte backin properly and got her water and ibuprofen from the bathroom.
“Take these, drink all of this,” Iinstructed.
She pushed herself up enough to sip thewater and take the pills, then waved me off. “I’m not drinking allof it. I’ll worry about hydration in the morning.”
“In the morning, we’ll be on a plane,” Ireminded her.
My heart leaped into my throat. In themorning, we’d be on a plane, in the evening, we’d be back in NewYork. And I would have seven days to prove I was worthy of keepingher.
If I lost her now, I would neverrecover.
CHAPTER TWELVE
(Charlotte)
“Not to sound like a gold digger, but I wantyou to know that I have zero problems with a private jet nexttime.” I laughed, but I wasn’t joking. My feet were achy andswollen after our flight and the walk to JFK’s baggage terminalfelt like a marathon. “Maybe something where they pick us up in alimo right on the tarmac?”
“I’d rather not, princess.” He guided mepast the rows of luggage carousels, to the exit doors. “My entirefortune comes from the hospitality industry. I make money whenpeople get on planes and fly far, far away. You’re walking next tothe actual cause of global warming.”
“Our bags,” I said, motioning behind us ashe pushed the door open for me.
“They’ll deliver them,” he said.
The air outside assaulted me after hours ofrecirculated oxygen. The exhaust and hot asphalt smell of thepickup area was a gut punch. “So, you feel guilty and try to offsetyour impossible debt to the planet by mildly inconveniencingyourself?”
“Would it be better if I did nothing?” Hetook the handle of my suitcase and slipped his arm around my waist.“At least I’m not making you take the subway.”
No, he was making me take a spaceship,apparently. The car waiting for us was sleek and sci-fi. Its goldchrome gleamed like a laser gun.
Oh no. I was getting sexually transmittednerd vibes from Matt.
“This is your car?” I asked, as if he wouldhave put my bag in someone else’s open trunk. A driver opened theback door for me, and I slid inside, but then the guy tossed Mattthe keys.