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I don’t want to leave her here. Being on the same flight won’t change anything. I’ll race off to my family the moment I can grab my bag off the carousel. And she’ll head for her hotel at the beach.

I envision us sitting next to each other on the flight, stealing a few more hours together. I know we’d still have to say goodbye after we land, but I’ll take what I can get.

Her flight update arrives as I’m putting our sandwiches in the fridge.

“I got bumped to a later flight. I don’t leave until eleven-fifteen.”

My heart sinks. Dammit.

“The good news is I’ll have to leave the room early, so it’ll be all yours for a few hours if you can get that interview set up before you have to go down for your flight.”

“Oh, that’s okay. I’ll leave the room when you do.”

“Why? Check out isn’t until eleven. There’s no need for you to spend any more time in the airport than you have to. It’s not like you’re going to trash my hotel room.”

“I might.”

“I’ll risk it. Send that email, and then we can turn out the lights and watch a movie. Pretend we’re in a mall theater.”

“It won’t be same without popcorn.”

“I’m not above having room service bring us popcorn if it improves my odds.”

“Don’t make me laugh while I’m trying to type.”

She closes her computer and kicks off her shoes. Mine are already next to the bed. I send my family my new flight information, turn on the TV, and prop the pillows against the headboard.

I slide my arm around her as soon as she joins me in the bed, and she rests her head on my shoulder while I scroll through the channels. “If anything catches your eye, let me know.”

“We both know we’re not going to watch the movie, anyway. We’ll be making out before the previews are over.”

“Now I really wish I’d known you growing up.”

“I already told you we wouldn’t have liked each other.”

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.” I stop on a newer movie I’ve never heard of. It says it’s a comedy, and while I’m not looking to make her laugh right now, I don’t want any tears or gore on the screen either.

She slides her hand down my torso to squeeze my erection through my pants. When she undoes my button and guides my zipper down, I take a deep anticipatory breath. Her fingers are soft and warm on my cock as she frees it and begins to gently stroke it.

My eyes close when she rolls her palm over the head, spreading the precum that has leaked and coaxing more out. “Take off your clothes. We’re not kids in a theater, and I’m pretty sure you’d rather I suck your dick like a grown woman.”

“Take yours off, too. Because actually, I’d rather you suck it like a grown woman with no clothes on.”

She crawls naked between my legs and lowers her face, staring up at me as the tip of her tongue teases the base of my cock before it travels up the underside, following the thick vein that pulses in the path of her warm, wet mouth. The heat of her breath wakes up every nerve ending as it passes over my skin.

When she reaches the top, her tongue circles the perimeter, tasting the slickness that she’s spread, and then she trails it through the seam of my crown a few times. I groan as my spine bows, tilting my hips up, but she won’t let me feed my length into her mouth yet.

Her smooth hand attempts to close around me, but her fingertips don’t quite touch. She keeps laving the head with her tongue, letting saliva spill from her mouth while her hand moves slowly up and down. Her silhouette glows in the light from the TV when she lifts her head a few inches and lets a string of spit extend between her mouth and my dick, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever fucking seen.

My breath stutters in my chest, and she smiles. I love her confidence, that she knows she could unravel me right now if she wanted. But I love that she’s taking her time even more.

She closes her lips over just the head and suctions her cheeks. My hips buck of their own accord. Dear God, I want to feel her mouth take more. Her hand twists on my shaft, and she starts to bob her head just a little, enough to make my toes curl as she takes another inch with every revolution of her hand, her mouth following it down.

When she finally lets the tip touch the back of her throat, I reach to thread my fingers into her hair and she pulls off, shaking her head. “Put your hands behind your head. And keep them there.”

Fuuuuuck. Your wish is my command, queen.

I do as she’s asked, and she rewards me by taking my balls into her hot wet mouth, alternating between them before rising back up to throat my cock again. This time her hand cradles my balls, squeezing gently while she takes every inch into her mouth.

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