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“Well I don’t have a tail, but I bet I have a purple bikini top somewhere. How about we get out of here and you can be Prince Eric and rescue me from the evil witch.”

My lips quirk on one side and I tug her closer, bringing her breasts to my hard chest, and bringing my dick closer to sliding between her sweet pussy.

“I like the way that sounds. But let’s reenact the naughty version. Prince Eric needs to fuck the voice back into her body.”

“Oh Prince Eric, you dirty boy. Let’s see if it’s the motion of the ocean that really…floats your boat,” she laughed playfully and proceeded to lure this fisherman in…over and over again.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

VIVIAN

“You know, you really didn’t have to bring me. I could’ve just Ubered like I usually do.”

Phoenix parked his truck in the garage at the airport after insisting on not only bringing me, but walking me in.

It’s been three days since receiving his ten game suspension, and he has spent all of his time either at my place, with his trainer, or interviewing for a new P.A. at my place. I know he hates living in a hotel room, so I told him he was free to use my place for zoom meetings and to basically relax in a way that he really can’t in a hotel.

When I first offered, I had to fight against a roll of nausea when the words, “you can stay at my place” came out of my mouth. In all of the times I’ve spent with men, they were never welcome beyond a “good morning, now get the fuck out” if that at all. So this was a huge step not only in the relationship department–which is apparently what Phoenix and I were in–but in the trusting people sector. Aside from my girls, trust is not handed out easily. Actually…it’s not handed out at all. If you’re in my circle, it’s ride or die time.

So even though Phoenix was easily welcomed into our crew by everyone else almost instantly, I can now say with one hundred percent certainty that he is now my fourth ride or die. Sorry but CeCe, Cami and Cat still rank above him. For now.

“Well it’s not like I was busy or anything. Plus, if I didn’t bring you then how were we supposed to do the whole airport goodbye scene like in the movies?” He helps me out of his truck, then opens the back door to get my luggage.

Holding my hand in one of his, and my suitcase in the other, he walks us across the lanes of traffic and into the terminal.

“I’m afraid to ask but…what airport goodbye scene?” He escorts me to the kiosk where I scan my reservation and get my boarding pass.

“Any airport scene. You know, it’s always the couple saying a heartfelt goodbye, tears flowing, arms wrapped tight because they don’t want to let go. That airport scene.”

I jerk to a halt which causes him to tug my arm when he keeps moving. When he turns to look at me, I say, “okay, you’re kind of freaking me out. First it’s Ariel and now, mushy airport scenes?”

“What? Did you not like Prince Eric’s rescue mission? I thought he resuscitated his little mermaid well beyond what was needed. I mean, she screamed over and over again ‘yes, God, again. Don’t stop’. But it was kinda hard to hear when her newly gained human legs were clamped so tightly around my head.”

I smack his chest and he feigns hurt before continuing to walk with me through the main concourse.

“Alright, you got me there. Prince Eric did a more than sufficient job bringing his mermaid back to life. She was very satisfied with her happy ending.”

The line to get through TSA is a short one, and I have plenty of time before my flight leaves. We decide to find an open bench and have a seat for a few more minutes before I have to say goodbye for four days.

“So then what’s the problem?” He asks. “Did you want to try other fairy tales? Beauty and the Beast? Perhaps Peter Pan and Tinkerbell?”

“Peter Pan was never into Tinkerbell. They were besties.”

“Not in my version. You’re like a fiery little Tink, and Peter would love the challenge of taming that little firecracker.”

I snort then cover my mouth, embarrassed. “That’s gross. Peter Pan is a whole person and Tinkerbell is the size of a thimble. He’d destroy her. Kind of like Superman and Lois Lane. And while we’re talking about it, Belle and the Beast. His name is Beast. I’m sure he’d do to Belle what your monster cock did to my poor vagina.”

A family passing by hears me and the mom gives me a look that could singe the hair off a cat. I give her a small apologetic wave and say, “sorry”, while Phoenix laughs his ass off.

“You jerk. That was all your fault.” I push him and he topples to one side, almost clear off the bench.

“That was amazing. I’m going to have to tell the guys about that one.” I shake my head at him and laugh at the ridiculousness of our conversation. “But in all seriousness…would you wear the little green dress and wings if I bought them for you?”

“Phoenix,” I scold and stand up. “You are horrible. And to answer your question, yes I would. So long as you wear those green tights.”

When I say his name a little too loudly, people begin to look our way, no doubt recognizing the mega superstar amongst them.

“Shit. Sorry. Looks like you’re about to be mobbed by fans. You better get out of here before women start ripping off your clothes and proposing marriage.” I look around and pretend to be searching for something. “But I don’t see any wedding dress wearing women, so you may be safe on that front.”

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