Page 63 of Boarded Hearts

Relief floods my veins. Finally, she’ll be out of that place and in the safety of mine. My cock hardens at the thought of her in my bed, hair cast across my pillow. If only I were in there with her.

Good. How are you getting there?

I know she won’t have Martha with her as she walks the short distance to work each day. Old habits die hard with Felicity and as much as she drives me crazy worrying over her, I love her strength and independence, it’s sexy as hell.

Several minutes pass and I drum my fingers on the hotel lobby bar. Taking another sip of my beer, I grow impatient and type out another message.

Gerard can come and get you.

It’s fine—I can get the bus.

Fuck, no.

Too late. Gerard’s on his way ;)

I ping a text across to Gerard asking him to pick Felicity up from her office and take her to my apartment with a stop along the way.

You’re incorrigible.

You love it.

Silence.

Shit.

Was it the use of the L-word? My knee bobs up and down on the bar stool as I grip my phone waiting for her response. It must be ten minutes before she begins typing again.

Gerard’s here. I gotta go.

Message me when you get home so I know you’re safe.

Angel

So, on the way, Gerard said we needed to make a stop. Next thing I know I’m in some swanky spa.

I smile down at my phone. I’m back in the hotel room I’m sharing with Zach.

“You look mighty pleased with yourself,” Zach comments, looking up from his laptop.

“Just treating my girl,” I reply.

Me

Did you enjoy it?

How could I not? Hot stone massage, facial, and a manicure. Did you have this whole thing planned out?

No. I called in a few favors last minute. I’ve helped promote their skincare range on more than a few occasions, so a last-minute twilight package wasn’t difficult to pull off.

I’m glad you enjoyed it. I miss you.

I did. I miss you too. Just got my chamomile tea (yes, I’m a grandma) and got into bed, which by the way, is like a bloody cloud.

You’d be more comfortable with me underneath you.

The thought of Felicity climbing into my bed in her silky sleep shorts sends pressure straight to my cock. Jesus.

Hmmm…no, I still think the mattress wins.

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