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AARYN

E ven though my glasses are spotted from the light rain that’s falling, I can see the smile on Errol’s face through the windshield as he pulls over next to the passenger pickup sign.

By the time I’ve got my bag in the back, he’s practically on top of me, squeezing me tight enough to take my breath away.

“God, you feel good,” he murmurs into my neck before his lips meet mine. I feel a stupid, sappy grin spreading across my face after we reluctantly pull our mouths apart and get into my car.

I don’t realize I’m staring at him until a couple of miles later, when he glances over with a smirk. “Did you forget what I look like?”

“Missed your handsome face,” I tell him. When he responds with an eye roll, I double down. “Maybe it sounds silly, but I like seeing you behind the wheel, too. It’s like when you replaced the oven pilot light. Or fixed the lawnmower.”

Errol looks faintly amused. “Oh, you mean when I’m doing something capable and masculine? Guess I could’ve gone with the eyeliner today if I really wanted to scramble your brain,” he says dryly.

I grin. “Who knew I’d have a thing for manly men?”

He snorts. “Are you talking about me ?”

“Of course I’m talking about you!” When he blows out a pfft and shakes his head, I try to explain. “I’m sorry. Was that a bad thing to say? I didn’t mean it as an insult! I like that you can handle all that —I don’t know — husband shit.”

Errol exhales a bark of a laugh as his eyebrows go up. “You’re talking about me ?” he says again. “Husband shit,” he mutters, like he’s talking to himself.

I really, really regret using that word.

It bounces around inside my skull. I’m starting to think I made a colossal fucking mistake when Errol chuckles, much to my relief.

“Sorry, Stud. I think I’ve been a little unmoored without you.

I’m hoping you’re in the moodto spend some time together tonight. ”

He gives me that flirty eyelash flutter and my dick twitches in my pants. I bring my hand to his leg, squeezing his thigh before I let it drift between his legs. “You mean locking up this big dick and reminding you who you belong to? Teasing you until you’re dripping all over the place?”

“Yeah,” Errol breathes. He keeps his eyes on the road as I wrap my hand around his caged cock. “I put it on for you this morning like you asked,” he says.

“I wasn’t checking. I knew you’d have it on, because you’re always so good for me.

I like when I tell you to beg and you obey me.

” The dry air of the plane has made my voice husky.

“I especially appreciate you begging when you know I’ll say no, just because you know how much I like to hear it.

” Errol makes a little sound in his throat.

“So sexy, Babydoll,” I say. A thought strikes me. “You have on that red lace jockstrap I asked you to wear, too?”

“Of course, Stud.” His tongue darts out over his lips. “The color made me think about that first night… how good you smelled, how sexy you were, how finally getting to taste you was so much hotter than my fantasies.”

He glances over at me again, his eyes soft. “I missed you so much. I didn’t want to say anything and make you feel bad, but I slept like shit without you.”

I try and fail not to think about the conversation I had with my mom, about her not being able to fall asleep without my dad. “Same here,” I admit.