Page 64 of Mob Princess

“I landed five minutes ago. Once we’re cleared for takeoff, the pilot will be wheels up.”

“It’s forty minutes from Hartford to here after a forty-five-minute flight. You can drive in the same amount of time. I wish I’d known you’d be here so soon. I would have stayed in Boston and saved you the effort.”

“Little one, there are two private airfields in Belchertown. I already looked it up.”

My toes curl in my shoes. I could see Sean in less than an hour. I shouldn’t be that giddy.

“Do you need me to pick you up?”

That’s a stupid question. He has his cousins and probably a car service already lined up. There’s a pause before he answers.

“Would you let my cousins bring you? I can arrange for a car with privacy glass. I’d like to say hello without an audience.”

I’m wet. Like he soaked my panties. My pussy aches, and I close my eyes as I sit on the bed.

“Yes.” It’s a whisper because I think I’d croak if I spoke louder.

“Good. I’ll see you soon, little one. One of the guys will let you know when to leave. I want to see the marks I left on you, and I want to taste you. Dress for it.”

My belly caves. His tone was gravelly and deep when he said that. My tits remember how they felt when he sucked love bites all over them. I pull my shirt out and look down at them.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m not your Dom, Lina.”

“I know, and I wasn’t being sarcastic. But I don’t know what else to say when I want to let you know I’ll obey.”

“Sean. Just say my name. There’s never a time when you can’t call me that.”

“Thank you, Sean. I’m excited to see you.” I suddenly feel timid about admitting that.

“You can’t be more excited than I am. Not possible.”

“I’ll be there when you land.”

“I know.”

Neither of us says anything. There’s no more to say about him getting here. But neither of us wants to hang up. We remain quiet, but then I hear voices in the background.

“I gotta go, so I can make the arrangements. Give me an hour.”

“Okay. See you soon.”

“Not soon enough.”

I open my eyes to hang up the call, but he already has. I really want this to work. I want there to be an us. On my flight up from NYC, I searched love at first sight to see if it’s a real thing or just heightened physical attraction that makes lust seem like love.

There’s no scientific proof that love at first sight exists, but the articles I read have some common denominators. Most mentioned something about the chemical reactions in the brain. A neuropsychotherapist said the amount of serotonin and dopamine is similar to someone on heroin. That hardly sounds lovely, but it certainly explains why people would think it’s love. I don’t know what adaptive oscillators are, but they’re in the prefrontal cortex where emotions and decision-making happen. I guess when one person’s oscillators connect with another’s—however that happens—it’s what can spur people to kiss. It was downhill from there after my first kiss with Sean.

Some articles talked about memory bias. That love at first sight is really just happy memories of meeting someone, and when they’re shared, they’re strengthened into a sense of love at first sight. Meeting Sean was definitely memorable. A sunny day at a funeral. Making out at the reception after the funeral.

I’m not convinced I’m in love. I’m most certainly in lust. But this feels more substantial than other times I’ve been in lust. There’s the excitement I’ve experienced, but there’s a calm at the same time. A rightness that has me at peace. It’s fucking bizarre.

I hurry to change into a short sundress before heading out to have lunch.

Seamus

It’s time to go. You ready?

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