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What’s going to happen in two days when we disembark our plane in Minneapolis? Are we going to go our separate ways, never to see each other except for the casual run-in? Is he going to leave town, possibly without another goodbye?

The unknown fills me with dread.

I wish we had more time.

12

Spencer

“Fuck,Cortney. You can do it, beautiful. Take a little more for me,” I groan.

Burying my fingers in her shiny black strands, I thrust slowly into her mouth.

Her awaiting tongue strokes the underside of my shaft, sending an eruption of pleasure to the base of my spine.

“You take me so well. You know just how to use that smart mouth.” I stroke my thumb across her chin as I cup her jaw.

Five minutes ago, after announcing that I was going to get us coffee, she pounced out of the tangled sheets and pushed me up against the wall. She had my shorts down in fifteen seconds flat, knees against the tile a moment later, and in the next breath, my cock was down her throat.

Good morning to you, too.

I fuck her mouth at a leisurely pace, soaking in every second of her touch because today is our last day together at this resort. Tomorrow morning, we board a plane back home and go our separate ways like we agreed.

What a fucking shit plan.

In a handful of days, I’ve become addicted.

Addicted to waking up wrapped around her in bed.

Addicted to the scent of her shampoo.

Addicted to her body and the sounds I rouse from her when I make her come.

How am I supposed to return to normal, a normal I haven’t even established yet, when I still have the taste of her on my tongue?

My fingers tighten in her silky strands, holding her steady as I gag her. The way her throat constricts around me has me hardening even further.

“Such a good girl for me.”

The moment is broken by her phone ringing on the coffee table.

“Shit.” She wipes her mouth on her forearm.

“Seriously, Cort?” I growl as she pads barefoot across the room, leaving my wet cock chilling in the cool AC.

“Sorry, it’s the vet clinic ringtone. It might be important.” Her eyes drink me in, zeroing in heatedly on the appendage she abandoned. “I’ll be back, don’t worry.”

I laugh and drop the back of my head against the wall with a thud.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” I grumble without heat.

With the phone pressed to her ear, she tiptoes back over and curls her fingers tightly around my shaft. She leans a shoulder against the wall, casually talking to whoever is on the other line while she jacks me off. Her hand looks good wrapped around me with that ring shining on her finger.

Why the fuck is that so fucking hot?

My spine tingles, and my balls tighten. Heavy eyelids turn my sight into slits. I can still see the way she heatedly watches my face, focusing on me while she chats on the phone. Someone is spending their Saturday morning not knowing their boss is giving me the business while she issues orders about an injured cat like it’s any other day on the job.

I’m not going to make it until the end of her phone call. Her hand is just that fucking good, twisting and stroking from base to tip.

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