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I peel off my shirt as I walk toward the stairs, and the moment my foot touches the first step step, a guttural groan releases from my throat.
It’s more intense as I unhook my bra and drop it on the floor. As I take the second flight of stairs to our bedroom, I kick off my shoes, then slide off my jeans and wiggle out of my soaked panties.
With my phone in my hand, I push open the door, ready to FaceTime him, but I stop. Easton’s standing in front of me, freshly showered, wearing a pair of black joggers. His cock is hard and I nearly fall to my knees when I meet his eyes.
“Surprise, darling.”
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EASTON
Birthday countdown: 12 days
Since meeting her: 34 days
Company takeover: 19 days
Married: 15 days
“Easton,” she whimpers, nearly collapsing from the orgasm that’s threatening to take over.
I hold her in my arms, kissing her like tomorrow will never come.
“Am I dreaming? How?It’s a fifteen-hour flight.”
She dips down and kisses me; it’s desperate and so goddamn intense that I can’t get enough of her already. Nothing in the world matters except for this moment.
“I left yesterday after I got off the phone with you. I just … I couldn’t be away from you any longer. So, I hopped on a private jet to see you. I’ve been traveling all night for this moment. But I’ve got good and bad news.” My hands glide over her naked body, wanting to memorize every curve of her.
“Bad news first,” she whispers, writhing under my touch.
“My little pessimist,” I say, my teeth grazing her salty, sweet skin, and I lead her to the bed. I drop to my knees in front of her and place soft kisses along her inner thighs.
Her fingers thread through my hair, setting my body on fire. I meet her eyes before getting too lost in the moment.
“Our trip has been extended. I won’t be home until my birthday. Me or Weston.”
“No,” she whispers. “That’s … I don’t even know how many more days that is.”
“Twelve.”
“And the good news?” she asks.
“I’m here with you until the morning. I’m sorry,” I whisper. “Leaving caused a major shitstorm, but I don’t give a fuck, not when it comes to you.”
I kneel before her, my queen, and remove the toy from her beautifully wet pussy and devour her pre-cum.
“Mmm, fuck. You taste so damn good,” I say, gently sucking on her swollen bud.
She immediately rocks against my mouth. And I can’t deny her this, not when I’ve denied her forhours. Not when I haven’t seen her for seven torturous days.
“I want you to come for me, darling.”
“Ineedto,” she pleads. “You’ve teased me all day.”
I laugh against her. “For thisverymoment. I told you it’d be worth it.”
I give my girl two fingers, slowly sliding them inside to tickle her G-spot as she rides my mouth.