“I’m trying…to go easy on you,” he professes. “But I can’t seem to help myself.”
“It’s that wife title, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
I grin. “I’m not complaining.” I nestle closer. “I love when you lose control. It makes me feel irresistible.”
“You didn’t know that already?”
My shoulders heave. “I knew you thought I was attractive.”
“You’re something I have to have. There is no word for it.”
Pressing a kiss to his jaw, Bobby gently places me on the couch beside him. “Let me go grab something to clean you up.”
“I think I’ll stay here like this, thank you.”
Bobby looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, then it quickly turns into predatoriness. “You want my cum dripping from your cunt?”
Just by his expression alone, I knowyesis the right answer. “Did you want to wipe it away?”
“Fuck no,” he leers as if the thought truly pisses him off. “Let me grab you some water.” He rises to his feet and tucks himself in his pants. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
Then he promptly walks off as I smirk toward the back of the plane, leaving me completely sated and blissfully content.
Then my phone goes off.
Nope.
I listen to it go off again, positioning myself deeper into the couch when it goes off for the third time.
I should put my phone in airplane mode.
Reaching to do just that, Bobby’s name appears on my screen.
I can’t help the bubble of laughter breaking free from my chest as I shake my head. My thumb is about to hit the green answer button when Bobby comes striding back with a bottle of water and what looks to be a sandwich.
“Miss me?” I tease underneath my eyelashes, shaking my head as he hands me the plate of food.
“For years.”
So simple.
Yet so sweet.
“Excuse me,” I quip. “I need to take this. My boyfriend is calling me.”
“By all means.”
He takes the seat across from me, kicking his knee over the other casually. Cool as a cucumber when I answerthe phone.
“Hello—”
“Meirna,” a frantic voice quickly spews on the other line. “Where are you?”
My face twists in confusion, because I didn’t expect…Bobby isn’t talking across from me, and I can’t help but utter, “What?”
“Whereareyou?”
