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Brendon: Trust me. You want to meet me at noon.
Kaylee: For...?
Brendon: For a surprise.
Kaylee: Which is?
Brendon: I'll see you at noon.
Kaylee: Maybe. Or maybe I'll be out.
Brendon: You won't.
Kaylee: How do you know?
Brendon: You can't come on my cock if I'm not there.
Kaylee tapsher fingers against the dash. "You really aren't going to tell me?"
"You struggle with the concept of surprise," I tease.
"No. I just like knowing." She grabs the aux cable and plugs it into her phone. A moment laterS&Mis pouring from the speakers. She looks to me with a coy smile. "Who are you imagining?"
I arch a brow.
"Me or Dean."
"You." I leave one hand on the wheel and place the other on her leg. I rub her soft skin with my finger.
It makes her shudder.
Fuck, the moan that falls off her lips is distracting.
All that heavy shit is still in the air. We'll have to ride through the storm soon. But not yet. She's facing reality as soon as she gets off that plane.
I want to make the next two weeks—well, nearly two weeks—as blissful as possible.
Rhianna purrs about her love of whips and chains.
I slide my hand under Kaylee's dress. Higher and higher, until my thumb is brushing the edges of her panties.
Her fingers dig into the seat. "You're a tease."
"You just figuring that out?"
She shakes her head. "It's more obvious some times than others."
I can't help but smile. She does that to me. She makes me stupid happy.
I turn my attention back, but I keep my hand on her thigh, my thumb tracing the edge of her panties.
Marvin Gaye serenades us.
I turn on Santa Monica Boulevard.
Then into the little strip mall on the right and grab the first spot I find.
Kaylee looks around carefully. First, the donut shop. Then the juice place. Then our destination. Then the liquor store. "I don't really like donuts."
