About to orgasm a second time, I open my eyes. His intense gaze of pure passion sends me over the top and into the heavenly abyss. While I shudder uncontrollably, he swells inside me and dives so deep, our cores collide, and I ride the tidal wave of coital bliss. A moment later, he releases his liquids.
Minutes or hours later, we roll apart.
“Damn, girl. I love you.” His hand cups my cheek while I keep mine on his beating heart.
If I ever felt better, it was too long ago to recall. “I love you, too.”
“Have my babies.” As he nibbles my nose, I can’t tell if he’s serious.
I trace the top of his slight mustache line with my fingertips then travel across his soft, swollen lips. “We still have one in diapers. We’d have to invest in hazmat suits.”
“I’ll order them online. Let’s have more children. A dozen or so.” At the gleam in his eyes, I grin.
“How about we adopt another cat.”
“Dear Gawd almighty, anything but that.” Laughing, he rolls onto his side and when he spies my packed suitcase, his face and tone turn serious.
“What time’s your flight?”
“Early. I sent you a text.”
“Yup.”
“What, no argument?”
“Should there be?”
“Nope, nope. All good.” Frankie’s warning comes to mind, but I decide not to share, at least not right now. The hitman didn’t mention Montclair was dangerous and if I speak up, my husband will worry and insist on taking my place.
“Easy-peasy. I’m going to have a chat with the CEO and explain how one of his employees may be working for a competitor. I’m then going to suggest he hire one of our people undercover.”
“Go for it.”
“Huh. You know what? You are much more reasonable post sex.”
His cock twitches and as I watch, it reaches in my direction. “Damn straight.”
“Yes, it is.” I giggle and soon we’re at it again.
Way too early, my alarm goes off. I haven’t slept but who cares? We made love and I’m relaxed, in a delightful mood, and ready to take on the world. Catrina keeps me company as I make coffee and call for an Uber. After my husband and I share a heated kiss, I admonish the satanic feline following me to the cupboard.
“You be good while I’m gone.”
“Meuph.” Swishing her tail, she blinks, no doubt planning her next evil deed.
“I mean it. No climbing on keyboards or puking in expensive shoes.” With that warning, I grab my laptop, my suitcase, and as I walk out the back door, a pang of regret hits me. If I were a stay-at-home mom, I wouldn’t have to be away from Suds and Mikey.
And in about twelve hours, you’d be bored out of your skull and a complete nutcase.Dutifully reminded by my shoulder angel, I wheel my bag to the waiting Ford Escort and jump in the back seat.
“Hi. JFK. Terminal three.” I double check my flight’s on time, close my eyes and about an hour later, I sit in front of my gate.
“Mrs. Sutcliff?” I glance up from my computer screen and my jaw drops open. What the fuck is he doing here?
“Mr. Montclair. I didn’t expect to see you.”
“I’m guessing we had the same idea.”
And I’m wondering if Patten has a security leak.I shoot him a professional smile and hold out my hand. “If you don’t trust my company to get the job done, then why hire us?”
