MILLER
Didn’t you say some of the restrictions were lifting there?
PRESTON
They are. Let me check.
Shit, you’re a genius. They open back up in the next two days.
MILLER
Shucks, man. So happy to hear you say that. It’s about time.
PRESTON
I take it back.
MILLER:
No take backs.
Take her on this road trip. Be all in with her. Show her this is real for you.
PRESTON
I have been.
MILLER
Well, clearly you need to do more. Bottom of the 9th and we’re down, man. What are you going to do about it?
PRESTON
Get the walk off.
MILLER
Get the motherfucking walk off.
“I have an idea.”
Ivory is at the island typing out some of her script. She’s been in the zone all morning, so I’ve left her to it. It’s nice to see her so inspired, and I want to feed thatinspiration as much as possible. Our date night to the lagoon went better than I could have asked for. The awe in her eyes. The wonder in her voice. Telling her I’m falling in love with her. It was perfect. When we got back to the house, we had slow intimate sex. Our physical chemistry is top notch. The emotional intimacy we’ve created only heightened the sexual experience.
“What’s up?” She turns and plants a quick kiss on my jaw. I love her easy affection now.
Leaning down, I take her mouth with mine. Over the last week, we have freely shared touches, kisses, and physical affection. It’s the best feeling in the world. Ivory seeks out my lips often. In sleep, her body gravitates to mine. She also wants my dick all the time. The thought of her on her knees before me in the shower this morning has my cock waking up.
“Mmm, does your idea involve this guy?” She grazes my cock. “If so, I’m sure I will like it.”
“I’m sure you would, you little minx, but that’s not it.”
“Okay, idea first. Dick later. Sorry, big guy.” She speaks directly to my cock and pats it over my shorts. Groaning, I move away from her before I take her on the island. Again. I can’t keep my hands off of her and there has already been one island encounter when we were cooking the other day. It was hot as fuck too. Thinking about it isn't helping my current situation either.
“Fuck it,” I mutter under my breath.
“What was that?” Ivory says as I charge back around to her.
“I said. Fuck. It. Turn around. Hands on the counter.”
