“You know you don’t have to say it if–”
“I want to. Because I mean it,” he interrupts.
“And you don’t have to say it back. I’m not pushing. I just… I needed you to know.”
I stare at him for a second longer, then shake my head with a small laugh.
“Come here,” I say.
He arches a brow.
“What?”
“Bend down a little.”
A smile tugs at his mouth. He does it – just enough.
I step into him, loop my arms around his neck, and kiss him.
It’s soft. Unrushed. Real.
When we pull apart, his forehead rests against mine.
“I’m coming with you,” he says.
I blink again.
“You don’t have a ticket. Or a hotel reservation.”
“We don’t need any of those,” he replies easily.
“We’ll take my jet. And also, I have an apartment in London.”
I stare at him.
“Your…what?”
“My private jet. And we’ll stay at my place, so we don’t have to pay for a hotel. Plus… the apartment is more private.”
I laugh, a little breathless.
“Lex, are you serious?”
He kisses me again, slower this time, smiling against my lips.
“Dead serious. Only the best for my princess. Plus, I don’t want to hear any noise complaints when I’m going to be fucking you at all the surfaces at the place. And we both know you have never been the quiet one… not during sex, that’s for sure. Which I love, how loud you are, every time my cock stretches your tight ass. Fuck, I better stop talking, or we would have to cancel everything and spend the whole weekend in bed.”
Then – just like that – he turns around and leaves, already pulling his phone out to make arrangements.
The door clicks shut.
And I lose it.
I grin like an idiot, drop onto the bed, then jump up again, spinning in the middle of the room, heart racing, happiness buzzing through me so hard it feels unreal.
London.
With Lex.
