Page 35 of 14 Night Tryst

“It’s getting late,” Savi sighs as she pulls away. “I should get inside before the girls blow up my phone too, and clearly you’re needed somewhere.” Savi says when my phone stops and starts ringing again.

With an exasperated sigh I nod and begrudgingly pull away from her and push the door open to step out of the car. The driver jogs around and opens the door for Savi and she steps out smiling courteously and thanks him.

That heaviness in my chest grows when she lifts the handle to her suitcase, ready to roll it to her door. “Let me take that up for you.” I offer, taking the suitcase from her.

Yes, I am stalling in a pitiable attempt to drag out every second I have left with her, fucking sue me. Savi walks ahead of me when I motion for her to go up the steps leading to the dark blue entrance door of her apartment building. The door beeps when she presses her key fob to the sensor and pushes the door open. I follow her into her apartment and set the suitcase down on the floor by the door as she turns to face me after closing the door behind me and turns the light on.

Doesn’t look like there’s anyone home or Hannah’s already in bed considering it’s eleven o’clock at night.

I stare at her, and Savi stares back. Licking her ruby lips, she smiles. “Thank you for walking me inside.”

Ah, fuck it.

I’ve never been a fan of small talk and I sure as shit am not about to start now.

In one stride I close the small space between us, curling my fingers at her nape I bring her mouth hungrily to mine and kiss her. Savi’s hands wander up from where they’re resting on my waist and snake around my neck, responding readily to my impassioned kiss with a soft breathy moan of her own.

If not for my lungs burning in protest from lack of oxygen, I could have kissed her for hours, tirelessly. I draw back, but not completely. Panting to fill our lungs robbed of oxygen we stay in that position for a minute. With our foreheads pressed together, eyes closed and lips less than a breath apart while we savour the final couple of minutes we have left together.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, Wildfire.”

Savi nods faintly, “Okay.” I press my lips to hers once more, sucking her bottom lip as I go to release, but Savi whimpers in displeasure and tugs me back, kissing me again. “Stay,” she breathes, brushing her irresistibly luscious lips over mine.

“I can’t, baby.” I groan, combing my fingers through her golden tresses while I feather kisses over her pretty face. “There is no part of me that wants to leave, trust me, but I’ve got some work that needs my attention early in the morning and if I stay here with you…” I trail off and run my hands over her hips and round to cup her perfect ass, “and wake up to this gorgeous body, there’ll be no might nor motive that could ever compel me to leave.” I explain, nipping at her bottom lip. “I’ll spend the morning, afternoon and night gorging on your tight little cunt.”

“Bitty? Are you back?” Savi and I jump apart when we hear her roommate’s voice from down the corridor.

“And that’s my cue to leave.” I sigh and press a chase kiss to her pouting lips. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” Savi nods and pulls the door open to her apartment so I can leave.

“Good night,Mr. Peirce.” She purrs, biting down on her lower lip and pinning me with a sultry stare that propels a surge of desire straight to my already throbbing cock.

“Good night,Miss West.”

“I called it!”

Plonking my butt on the sofa, I peel the lid off my Ben and Jerry’s rocky road ice cream and roll my eyes playfully at Vee’s outburst. “Hand over the dough, betch!” she cackles pointing at Hannah who shakes her head at me while I gape at her.

“Whoa! Hold the fuck up.” I look at my two best friends and point the spoon in both their directions. “You hoe bags actually bet on me caving?” I ask affronted and they both nod.

“Whoa, hey, don’t give me that look Bitty, I was rooting for you to hold out at least a day, but Vee said you wouldn’t lastone hour.” I shake my head at them both, feigning. I love my girls and as hard as I may try, I just can’t stay mad at them. They both know me too well and neither would ever do anything that would intentionally hurt me.

Venice unscrews another bottle of wine from her position on the floor. “Come on, the fact you held it together and lasted six hours in the presence of that…sex godof a man is commendable, Sav. I would have caved in five minutes, hit my knees and begged him to throat fuck me till I was choking on his—.”

“Hokay!” I exclaim with a chuckle, feeling perturbed suddenly by the thought of my best friend sucking off my... oh crap—notmy, with Logan. I really need to stop doing that. He is not youranything, Savannah. “I really don’t need the image of my best friend sucking off the man I’m sleeping with in my head, thank you very much.”

Venice smiles and shrugs while she hands me a glass of ice-cold chardonnay. “Not that I ever would, Sav, but just know that any woman with a pulse would have struggled. Just saying.” Hannah nods in agreement and takes a long sip of her wine. It’s almost one in the morning, I have work in the morning. I should be in bed, but jetlag has got my sleep pattern all kinds of messed up.

“If you’re about done drooling over Sav’s man, can you please let her continue with the rest of the story?” Hannah gripes and earns herself a middle finger from Vee. Hannah throws the sofa cushion at Venice who cackles and bats it away with her arm. I fill my best friends in with near enough everything that happened during our trip.

“What?” Hannah gasps, shifting to sit on her knees, her big brown eyes wide and unblinking. “He shut down the hotel’s spa just for you and then fucked you in it. Are you fucking shitting me?!” Hannah squeals, looking over at Venice who is staring at me with her mouth hanging open.

“I shit you not.” I giggle and shove a spoonful of ice cream into my mouth and almost moan out loud when my body heats up at the memory of us in that hammam. “Oh, but there’s more…” The girls squeal as they impetuously wait for me to continue telling them all about our exchange in the restaurant.

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“Savannah,I’m going to need you to take point on the meeting I have this afternoon with the Henderson girls.” Dragging my eyes away from my computer screen midway through responding to an email regarding an upcoming event, I watch Suzan sauntering over to me clad in her tight, black, body-hugging midi dress and red stilettos.

Oh please no, not the Henderson girls.

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