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What? “I thought we had like four days or something?”
“There were a few scheduling conflicts. Every hotel and rental is booked from this weekend basically through the end of the month. There are different groups coming in or something. I don’t know. It didn’t matter to me, so I didn’t lodge that information in my head.”
I kiss her temple.
“You know what?” she asks.
“Huh?”
“I think I was really onto something with this retreat thing.” She sighs with more contentedness than I’ve ever heard from her before. “Doesn’t just being away make you feel different? I mean, I’m happy at home. I don’t have marital issues or anything like that, and I still feel like a weight is off my shoulders here.”
I rest my chin on the top of her head and smile. “Truthfully, I feel this way at home, too, if you’re there with me.”
She swats at my leg, making me chuckle. But before she pulls her hand away, she gently presses her fingers against my thigh.
And that’s it—that right there. That’s the juxtaposition that is Pippa Plum.
That’s why I keep falling harder for her.
Pippa is feisty and full of energy. She’s quick with a comeback and stands on her own two feet. But beneath all that moxie and strength is a woman with vulnerabilities—a woman who deserves someone to give her what she gives into the world.
And I want to be that guy.
I am that guy.
I just have to convince her to trust me enough to accept it.
She slides away from me and although I hate to, I let her go.
“I have a few things set up for us to do while we’re here,” she says, heading back to the entryway. “But if there’s something you want to do, we can totally change it.”
“Nah, I’m just here with you.”
She tries to grab her suitcase, but I get it first.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” I say, making a face at her.
She laughs. “I’m sorry. I’m not used to having my own private butler.” She follows me into the bedroom, checking out the bathroom while I set our things in the closet. “Look at this tub. My gosh.”
I glance over her head at an oversized, jetted bathtub.
“That thing is huge,” I say. “I wonder how well they had to reinforce the floor to hold that weight.”
“What? Is it going to fall through?”
“No.” I laugh. “I’m just saying from a builder’s perspective, that it’s something they’d have to consider.”
She looks at me.
“What?” I ask.
“I never would’ve thought about that.” She faces me, smirking. “But you know what I would think about?”
“What’s that?”
“You sitting on the edge while I’m kneeling in the water, sucking your cock until you come in my mouth.”
I clench my teeth. “Keep it up, and we’ll do it now.”
