“You wrote about a wolf whose parents never invited his friends to his birthday?” I recall our conversation at her birthday, marveling at how she turned my fucked-up family dynamic into a teaching moment through her storytelling.
She scrunches her face, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry.” She looks at me through her eyelashes. Like I would mind that my childhood inspired her.
“So I’m a wolf, and you’re a fox,” I tease, shoving the book into the pocket of the seat in front of me. I angle my body toward her.
“That wolf should have been a peacock. And I’m not the fox,” she huffs.
“The one who builds houses for others? That’s definitely you.”
She reaches into the pocket. “Give it back.”
I snatch her wrist and pull her to me, seizing her lips. She fights the kiss for a breath ortwo before she relaxes and opens for me. My tongue slides in, and I kiss her with all I have—passion, obsession, adoration.
Telling her without words that we might have started in a fucked-up way, but this thing between us is more than real.
And she takes my kisses as if she believes that, too. Like she is ready to surrender to this growing thing between us. Even if she is not, I’m a patient man.
We might have started all wrong, but I don’t regret a minute.
“I think it’s really good. I mean, I’m not an expert on children’s literature, but you should send it to a few acquisition editors or agents.”
“You think?”
“Of course. You have nothing to lose.” I shrug.
“I don’t know. I’ll think about it.”
“What is there to think about? You spent time every day writing these, and it brings you so much joy. Why wouldn’t you want to share that with the rest of the world?”
“Everything seems easy to you.”
“Everything is only as complicated as you make it. My sister has friends in the literary world, so I’m sure she could open some doors.”
She smiles at me. “Thank you.”
I kiss her knuckles and adjust my crotch before Iring for the flight attendant. “Can you get us a blanket? My wife is cold.”
She nods and goes to retrieve a blanket.
“I’m not cold.” Cora scoffs.
Taking the blanket from the flight attendant, I cover my wife and inch my hand up her thigh, dusting the soft skin under her skirt. “Let’s get you nice and ready before you go to the bathroom.”
I nip at her neck, the essence of her and the promise of what’s next making me painfully hard.
I reach her panties and massage her sensitive spot through the fabric.
She stifles a moan. “I don’t need to use the bathroom.”
“You want the wolf to fuck you here? In front of all these people?”
“Lex!” Lottie skips down the staircase in the middle of the vast foyer and runs into my arms. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
I twirl her around, laughing. Fuck, it’s good to see her. She giggles, and when I put her down, she turns to Cora and hugs her. “So nice to meet you. I still can’t believe my idiot brother tied the knot, but I’m so happy you look normal.”
Cora’s eyes widen, her posture rigid.
I snort. “Lottie, let Cora breathe.”
