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When Storm asked me to teach her how to kiss, I knew the universe was messing with me. I had to do everything within me, to not throw her down, spread her legs and devour her.

Or bend her over the back of the sofa, slide her panties to the side, and bury myself deep in her. I almost lost control, and I had to walk away fast. Downstairs, I had a shower, and I fisted my hungry and wanting cock.

The strange part is, she started off as a sloppy and loose kisser, but within seconds, she followed my lead, and she turned into a pro.

As if, deep down, she knew what to do. And that skill was just dormant.

Asleep until it was ignited. That last kiss turned me on, like never before, and it’s as if, we are made for each other.

I’ve never had that feeling before, and it is still messing with me. I think, it’s also because she has no agenda. Get me hooked. Married. Get a ring on it.

Storm is just being herself. Fun. Light. Playful, and living in the now.

She will be my downfall.

I havetrouble focusing the next day, and thank God I have to soon fly to Napa Valley for a few days. My friend’s industry party will be a healthy exit.

Time away from her energy, her spirit, those full lips, those eyes, and those wet hot kisses is needed. I leave a message on the kitchen island, and I keep it cold, as I leave.

‘Sleep in. Off to The Hamptons for a meeting. Enjoy your day.’

What I really wanted to say is, ‘Play with yourself and think of me inside you. Shave yourself and I’ll bury myself in you when I’m home. Yours Forever!’

That gets me thinking. Someone could easily damage her, while I’m in northern California next week. They may even ruin her, for good.

Her being alone in NYC, is unwise.

As soon as I land the chopper at my attorney’s in The Hamptons, but before I’ve really thought it through, I message Storm.

Come to Napa Valley. I leave in 2 days. Back 2 days later.

I have the legal meeting, and I sign the many agreements. It is healthy to see someone I know well leading a normal family life, with a wife and kids.

It makes me think of Storm, and how sweet she is. Not that I tasted her.

Yet.

As I walk back to my chopper, and wave out to my attorney, his wife, and their excited young kids on their lawn, I check my phone.

There is a message from Storm.

Only if you’re sure. Would you like me to come?

I groan, as I close my chopper door. “More than you know,” I say as I flip switches and the engines whine.

Let’s do it. See you soon.

I quickly go over pre-flight, and I clip myself into the pilot’s seat. My plan to make sure, no one gets into Storm’s pants is hardly chivalrous. It is, however, all I have.

I need time to work out what to do, all while I fight to control myself, andmy desires.

After several intensedays in the penthouse with Storm and me keeping our distance, we fly off for JFK Airport.

We switch the chopper for the jet, and I leave the crew at JFK. I want space, and I want privacy.

I fly most of the way to northern California, and I’m nervous about Storm flying my most treasured asset. It’s not that I don’t trust her, it’s that the jet is worth around thirty million. It is harder to fly than most craft because it’s so sleek and long, and I had a custom suite built down the back.

For when I want to be alone.