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“See you soon.”
“See you soon. Goodbye, Charlie.”
“Goodbye.”
I waste no time pulling up flight information and find a flight leaving in three hours. I get it booked, cancel my original ticket, and find Charlie’s name in my texts.
Me: I should be in the office by two thirty or three. I’ll keep you posted.
I take a breath, toss my phone on the bed, and head to the shower to wash off the most amazing night of my life.
First class has nothing on you, Columbus.
But now, it’s back to the real world.
ChapterTen
Tate
“Ugh,” I groan, patting around on the bedside table for my phone.
My hand smacks an empty water bottle, sending it flying to the floor, before I finally locate my irritating device. I raise my head high enough to see the screen and clickendon the alarm.Thank God.
“There are few things I hate more than alarms,” I say, smiling as I roll over to pull Kelly against me again. “But I guess we should—Kelly?”
The sheets are pulled back, and the pillow is still dented from her head, but she’s gone.
“Kelly?”
I sit up, wide awake. I listen closely for the sound of running water or her voice from the living room. Crickets.
Maybe she’s in the bath again.My lips twitch.Or maybe she couldn’t resist that blueberry pie any longer.
I yank the sheets off my body and get to my feet.
“Hey, Kel? Where are you?”
My stomach tightens as I peer into the bathroom. It’s just how we left it last night. The tub is half filled with water. Towels are on the floor. My Dopp kit is halfway under the vanity because I swept it off the counter so Aurora could sit in its place. It was the perfect height for me to cage her in and worship her body.
Long, leisurely kisses. Sucking those perfect, heavy tits. Running my hands over rounded hips and stomach. Her body moved beneath my hands, and her little moans and whispers were so damn hot.
God, that’s one fantastic memory.
I grab my hardening cock and make my way into the living room.
“Kelly?” I might be late to the conference, but I can’t leave this room without fucking her one more time. “Where are you, gorgeous?”
I round the corner. Then come to a full stop.
“What the hell?”
My heartbeat quickens as I scan the room.
Her dress is gone. I don’t see her heels.
“What’s going on?” I ask the empty room.
I wander through it like a lost little boy, looking for any sign of her.
