Page 55 of Release Me

Zoey smirks at him as she replies, “You too, thanks for booking the plane for us.” Brandon just laughs, shaking his head, before Zoey says goodbye and turns to me, “I’ll see you onboard?”

She moves to walk away, but I grab her hand, pulling her back to me as I kiss her hard and deep, not giving a shit that my best friend is standing right there. When I finally let her go, she smiles at both of us before walking up the steps and disappearing inside.

“Oh man, you are so whipped,” Brandon says, laughing.

“You have no idea,” I say, still grinning.

“It’s good,” he says, rocking on his heels as he watches me. “You look happy, suits you.”

“I’m very happy.”

Brandon laughs, pulling me into a quick hug. “Jesus, you stink of sex too.”

“Fuck you,” I say laughing as I pull back, clapping him on the shoulder before I make my way over to the plane.

“Call me when you get back, asshole,” he shouts. “I want all the details.”

“No fucking way,” I reply, holding up a hand in a wave. “Come visit again soon though.” I shout back.

It’s late when the car pulls into Zoey’s drive. The house is dark, only a light on the front porch illuminated. The driver gets out and walks around to the trunk as Zoey looks over at me.

“God, I wish you could come home with me,” I say, pulling her closer.

“Me too,” she whispers, her arms wrapping around my neck as she presses a kiss to my lips. “I think Alex and Del might ask a few too many questions about that though.”

“Yeah, I know,” I exhale, knowing that things will be different now. There are eyes everywhere and I know we need to be careful if we’re going to keep things quiet for a while. It’s not something I’ve ever had to do before, but I get why, especially for Zo.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Absolutely,” I murmur, giving her another kiss, deeper this time.

When she eventually pulls back, she smiles at me, her hand on my cheek. “Good night.”

“Night, beautiful,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the palm of her hand.

She isn’t even in the front door before I’m texting her.

Me: I’m really going to miss having you in my bed tonight.

I glance up to see Zoey turn back to me, a smile on her face having clearly seen my message, before she waves and walks inside. I watch the door close, wishing to fuck she would open it, walk back out and climb into the car with me. My phone buzzes in my hand as the driver gets back in the car.

Zoey: Me too. I like sleeping with you.

Me: I’m addicted to it already. And to you.

Zoey: You are very sweet.

Me: There’s nothing sweet about my thoughts, Zo.

The car pulls out of her drive and heads to my place, my phone staying silent for a beat before a new text finally comes through.

Zoey: Oh? Do tell? What exactly are you thinking Mr. Morrison?

Me: I’m thinking that if you were coming home with me right now, we would barely make it inside the house before you’d be pinned against the door and I’d be buried deep inside you, fucking you hard as I made you come with my fingers. Repeatedly. Then I’d take you to my bed and do it all over again, only this time with my mouth.

The bubbles pop up to let me know she’s typing, before stopping. I wait, desperate to know her reaction, but the driver pulls up to my house before a message comes through.

“Good night, Mr. Morrison,” the driver says, handing me my bag.

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