My stomach knotted as the memory of the night before flooded between my thighs.
Hey, sexy.
Did you want me to come by your office to finalize the designs?
I’m working from home today. Can you come by here after you get settled this afternoon?
Sure. Do you want me to bring food? Wine? Chocolate? Batteries? Candles? Overnight bag?
Something tells me your candles aren’t the kind you light to create an atmosphere.
Absolutely not, he answered.
I smiled.Keep it in your pants, Cupid. Tyler is home.
Killjoy.
A quiet laugh left me, and my heart began to race as I said,All I can feel is the ache of that toy between my legs, and all I can think about is how much I wish it had been you.
All I can think about is how much I wish it had been me, too, he said.I’ll see you this afternoon. Think of me in the shower this morning.
I already did, I said.Text me when you’re on your way over.
Kicking him out?
He’ll probably be gone somewhere for a meeting anyway.
So, you’re saying I should bring the candles.
Gavin.
Don’t worry, baby. The first time you let me touch you again, I won’t be able to stop, not even if he walked in the door. I’d make him watch all the ways you were meant to be satisfied and make him feel like an idiot for ever denying you any of it.
My knight.
Your dragon.
I smiled at the screen and set it face-down before I could get so distracted by him that I didn’t finish getting ready.
For twenty minutes, I enjoyed my morning coffee on my own. Lana couldn’t chat that morning as she had an early client, so I took a little time to browse for my next read on my tablet.
“Morning,” Tyler said upon coming into the kitchen. He strode straight for me, his lips landing on mine as though he had genuinely missed me.
It made me nauseous.
My skin squirmed when he held my face in his hands, and I had to force a smile on my lips when he finally pulled away.
“I missed you,” he said. “God, you’re pretty.”
My eyes narrowed. He hadn’t called me pretty in… Frankly, I couldn’t remember the last time he’d called me pretty.
“How was the trip?” I asked once he had released me.
“Great. The flight was tolerable. I can’t imagine not having taken first-class there. Fifteen hours there, twelve back. I need a massage ASAP,” he said as he approached the coffee machine.
He stretched his arms over his head, cracking his neck back and forth. I watched him, trying to figure out the best way to do this or if I was doing it that day.
Maybe I would wait another day. I wanted to have my things packed, or at least some of them. I didn’t like not having a plan for what came after this. I knew it had to be done, but…
