Page 121 of Scandalous

“That’s the thing. I was hoping you would come get me. Alone,” she whispers.

“Are you breaking up with me?” I spit out.

“No. Not at all. I want time alone with you. Is that okay?” She sounds nervous.

I curse, rubbing my hand down my face.

“Of course it’s okay. I’ll be there soon. I’m mad at you though. You should have told me before your flight so I could be waiting on you. I hate that you are waiting there alone.”

“There’s a guard right here. I’m safe. Hurry up.”

When she clicks off the phone, I run through how bad I want to spank her ass red for this. I don’t take long though. Instead, I jump up, letting the idea fester as I head to the car.

“Where you going?” Santi calls.

I wave my hand at him, not ready to deal with him as I run out the door.

I break every speed limit on the way to the airport. My need to see Aurora and be with her riding me hard.

I’ve been able to push it to the back of my mind for the past couple of weeks, but knowing she’s within reaching distance has it roaring to life.

I dial her number as I head toward arrivals.

“Mr. Bossy Pants, are you here?”

I want to sneer at the nickname, but it’s growing on me. “I am. Where are you?”

“I just stepped outside. You should see me about halfway down.”

I continue driving until I see her. When I do, the breath gets caught in my throat.

Even after flying all night, she still looks like a temptation from God himself. Her blonde hair pulled up in a messy bun, the large sweatshirt covering her chest, and those yoga pants that should be illegal.

I’m going to have to kill someone with the way the men are staring at her.

I barely have the car in park when I throw open the door, coming around the car to where she stands.

She goes to speak, but it’s cut off as my hands dive into her hair, my lips landing on hers. I pour everything I have into that kiss. All my desperation for her. The way I’ve missed her. All the feelings she stirs up.

It’s all hers.

She answers my kiss back easily, dropping her bag to the ground as she clutches my shirt.

“Hey, hurry up. No loitering,” a man calls out.

I continue to taste her lips, sending him a middle finger.

Aurora pulls back, her eyes dilated.

“We need to go,” she whispers.

I snort. “Fuck that man.”

“Someone could be taking pictures.”

“You mean someone outing us publicly? Don’t tempt me with a good time.”

She shakes her head, laughing.

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